from last night. I realized today that in addition to the insane amount of phonebanking of the last few weeks, my main two contributions to Obama's victory were: 1. my lucky jeans (I ended up pulling some sort of James Carville-inspired superstitious stunt by wearing the same pants every day for uh...a while) and 2. my PMS, which may have provided some of the fuel behind the Fillmore District Phonebank in SF ("you will call racist voters in Iowa and Missouri until you lose your voice, BITCH!!!!"). Last night was crazy. I was hugging strangers. Someone lit up a joint on the bus home. I high-fived with my newly reelected city supervisor (Green Party, natch).
Anyway, yep, Prop 8 is in the bag. SF Chronicle reports that we've already filed a suit challenging it today. I'm pissed because the No campaign may have ignored central California, which is pretty much like central PA, if you know what I mean.
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What a night it was! We took to the streets of Philly, danced, rang cow bells and generally caroused with a crowd of thousands including, but not limited to, my new friends the lesbian former nuns.
Re: Prop 8-- clearly going to the courts. Where the damn issue belongs anyways.
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