There Won’t Be Blood

i decided to spend the forced vacation i’m on (which most call unemployment) working on the kind of piece i haven’t worked on in years. like, real news.

it came out of a recent experience i had while giving blood, when i noticed that if you’re a man who has had sex with another man even just once since 1977, you are not allowed to donate blood. which, given the fact that most of the nation deals with a daily blood shortage, and the leaps and bounds in blood testing technology and reliability, seems really retarded.

so i poked around to find out why this is, and the result was published in 10zenmonkeys today.

meanwhile, in a total coincidence of timing, san jose state university announced that it’s suspending blood drives to protest the fda’s current anti-gay policy.

of course, blood centers aren’t happy about this, considering the perpetual state of crisis in local blood supplies, and as much as i obviously am trying to focus attention on the flawed policy, i’d have to agree this is pretty counterproductive.

especially since it hasn’t received much media coverage, which i’m sure was the whole point of making such a statement.

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a sad day to be mexican

i honestly can’t think of a single reason why a mexican would support clinton over obama.

except this one.

maybe i’m wrong. i really hope i am. but even while mexico beat the u.s. in abolishing slavery, there was never a mexican rosa parks or mlk, so at this point they’re a few decades behind us as a society dealing with racial issues. and considering how retarded we still are about race in this country, that’s a pretty sad affair.

oh voting young

so now we know the dems’ process of picking a nominee will grind on, maybe even all the way to the primary.

which could mean a boon for sex workers with frequent flier miles!

for obama supporters, yesterday’s super tuesday results weren’t exactly the new york giants-style shocker they were hoping it to be. and while i believe obama still has a good chance at being the democrat’s candidate in november, the opium dream that gripped his campaign’s most wildly optimistic reveals something that they’d better acknowledge before that big fall day (which, to wax poetic, ain’t so far away).

and that is – be careful of staking your hopes on the young’uns.

oh sure, they watch the corny black eyed peas will.i.am video endorsing obama (are they gonna replace fergie with scarlett johansson, who not only sings better but makes the dutchess look like an … um … ex-foil-clutching tweek smoker? okay, that was catty and unnecessary to the argument at hand … ). they even show up to the rallies.

and though the youth vote turnout for the bam’er looks pretty impressive in some states, i’m still very nervous about the tendency of 18-to-25-year olds to actually get their collective asses in the booth. sure, it looks like things are gonna be different this time – why shouldn’t young voters be more enthusiastic about someone who can toss off a contemporary cultural reference without looking like a complete douchebag? or identify with a guy who doesn’t look like the cryptkeeper?

but while they made an impact last night, if it was anywhere near as dramatic as obama’s carried-away staffers dreamed it could be based on the cultural buzz surrounding the campaign, we’d be having a completely different conversation about obama vs. clinton today.