I am gloating. People be trying to beg us to take their email addresses off the site because they have been deluged with hate mail in response to their hate mails to me. I want to say, “You reap what you sow,” but now I have all kind of love for the because it is out of my hands. They spit their shit all over me, but they don’t realize I have a global posse ready to roll. That was unexpected, there was so much support out there for me, but actually it was not for me personally, just the disenfranchised voiceless people out there who truly have concern for the world. We are in jeopardy, baby, in a Greg Kihn way. If our nation is to stay truly free, and not be a police state, we need the ability to voice our opinions in any way, without repercussions, or at least, reasonable repercussions. I have been held accountable for all my actions and words, and you know, I am really proud of them, my actions and words I mean, not the reactions really. It is just so odd and inappropriate. People have said the darndest things. It makes me really confused, yet happy.
Let’s see. because I am absolutely adamant to fight for the right for same sex couples to marry, enjoy all the benefits that heterosexual couples have, because the government cannot and should not be able to tell consenting adults how and whom they would love, nor should they penalize them for doing what is natural and in the name of the Lord – righteous – because love is love is love is love – because I am a woman, because I am a feminist, because I am an Asian American, because I question our current administration and their disturbing tactics, their hypocrisy, their lies, their murderous, conniving antics – I should be fucked by pigs? I think that is such a strange penalty for an opinion that is only fair and just. I don’t think that the pigs would like me that way. I haven’t ever done a pig, but you just know when the other party just isn’t attracted to you. I don’t think that a pig or a boar for that matter would be that into me. I have tried flirting, looking a little too long in a pig’s eyes, touching the pig’s leg when I was talking to it, letting my hair fall over the pig’s snout while laughing a sexy, snorty chuckle. Pigs just don’t think I am hot. I asked God about it, and He just laughed. Laughed for a long time, until He started coughing. God and I have some good shit going on. I have a church in my house and I go up and talk to Him everyday. We get our groove on. He is telling me everything is going to be alright. He told me to remember that my name is ancient. “Margaret” is a Roman name, which means ‘pearl.’ “Pearls before swine!” He said, and then laughed so hard that milk came out of His nose. (We were kicking it with some Strawberry Quik.) God love to laugh at His own jokes, but they are truly divine.
I am enjoying the vitriol and the rage coming out from the haters and the crazy motherfuckers out there. It is indeed a crusade, for they falsely believe that God is on their side, but He is just embarrassed. God is awesome, and all are welcome in the House of the Lord. He got the crunk, He got the chronic, He got the best Djs. Fuckin A. He is God and shit, yo.
We have not been impressed by the insults. They haven’t been mean enough, because they don’t make sense. They are all about how I don’t belong in this country, how I am ugly and fat, how my eyes and pussy is slanted, how all us gays and lesbians gonna burn in hell. It is kind of repetitive. Boring. I see that being crucified in the eyes of the right wing don’t mean shit. It don’t hurt at all. No thorn in my side, just boring in my side. It is funny. What I love is that the people that have love for me are showing it right now. I feel bathed in love, like Paula Abdul in that video where she was in a tropical waterfall. Love is coming down on my little life like manna from heaven, and God is telling me, “See? You tha bomb gurl!” SO many mails saying “thank you” and “bless you” and “I love you” and “You are Beautiful” and “you are me”.. People saying “thank you for letting me be myself again,” for representing, for being me, telling my story, being my voice, because mine ain’t loud enough. That is what I hear. I can’t hear the hate anymore, because the love has drowned it out. Love is the big booming beat which covers up the noise of hate. Thank you. I need you. I love you. All y’all.