Did Your US Senator Just Vote To Allow LGBT Students To Be Bullied? Here's The List.
For me. the whole article is worth reading.
http://www.thenewcivilrightsmovement.com/davidbadash/did_your_us_senator_just_vote_to_allow_lgbt_students_to_be_bullied_here_s_the_list
Did Your US Senator Just Vote To Allow LGBT Students To Be Bullied? Here's The List.
y David Badash
July 14, 2015 7:24 PM
.......Sen. Franken offered his colleagues an opportunity today to help reduce bullying against LGBTQ youth in public schools, by voting for a bill to "end discrimination based on actual or perceived sexual orientation or gender identity in public schools."
LOOK: Breaking: Republican US Senators Kill LGBT Students' Anti-Bullying Bill
They said, in response to helping save lives of LGBTQ students, "no."
Literally, 45 Republicans – and only Republicans – all voted to let LGBTQ kids continue to be bullied and discriminated against in our nation's school. Six Republican Senators did cross the aisle to vote for Sen. Franken's legislation, an amendment attached to a bill updating No Child Left Behind – an appropriate gesture, in fact, but eight more Republicans were needed to bring to vote to 60 "yeas."
The Washington Post credits Tennessee Republican Senator Lamar Alexander with leading the charge against Sen. Franken's SENDA legislation, the Student Nondiscrimination Act, claiming it would lead to “costly lawsuits.”....................
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they keep proving that they have NO soul. 
Thanks Al and Amy 
i'm not at all shocked gardner voted against it. he's such a disgusting 
In middle school and high school the bullies called me "queerbait" and beat me bloody more times than I care to remember. I was a skinny squeaky clumsy highly reactive kid who frequently said inappropriate things. I was always the last to be picked for any team, sports or academic. Nobody wanted me on their team.
My parents, for some inscrutable reason, decided I should play Little League one season. Two kids with Down's syndrome were picked ahead of me in the tryouts. One of those Down's Syndrome kids was on my team and he made a pretty good showing for himself in right field; he was big and could knock a ball over the fence when he connected. He could also pick up a ball and send it off in roughly the right direction. A bully "queerbait" hating adult coach, not my own, told me so. What's the matter with you, Hunter?
In school I was always picked dead last for team sports. I'd end up in left field sitting cross-legged in the grass watching little insects. The game would go on without me as the innings changed, with a friendly center fielder of my own team covering the deficit of my non-participation, and the left fielders of the opposing team and adult referees ignoring me just as I ignored the changing of innings.
I did get over that. Testosterone hit my blood in college I guess and I learned to knock a softball over the fence or catch any ball coming my way. I don't know why or how, but I figured stuff out enough to be considered a somewhat functional adult human being..
As a kid I was always safe at home with my family, and autistic enough to be oblivious to non-violent attempts to humiliate me. My own parents are a little autistic that way too.
Autistic stuff has nothing to do with vaccines. Two somewhat functional autistic spectrum people can fall in love, have glorious autistic tumbles in bed or on the beach, and then have an autistic spectrum child.
A bad day at school, I'd jump the fence to freedom and panicked school administrators soon learned that calling my mom was useless. She'd reassure them I'd probably be home for dinner, and mostly I was, up until I was 15.5 years old and thinking I was hot stuff, able to take care of myself. And for the most part I was. I can sleep anywhere and find good food in dumpsters or in the wild. Two of my siblings left home at sixteen. They were tired of competing with my crazy grandma who'd get kicked out of nursing homes and be forced to live with us.
I was homeless at times because of my crazy grandma and her evil cat. I didn't want to live with adults pretending she was sane. But my grandma was also kind enough to divert a hundred dollars a month of her good union shipyard pension to me whenever I was in college. That paid my $80 share of wretched student housing rent, and bought rice and beans too.
I'd quit high school for college. College was nice. Any adult non-related bullies who beat minors bloody go to jail, and most of them know that. Kids with abusive families were not so fortunate.
The suicidal and suicidal lifestyle friends I lost never felt like they had any place to retreat to, rejected by family, community, and society at large.
In college one of my girlfriend's girlfriends tried to kill herself in my bathtub. Her fundamentalist Christian big fucking moron "man of the house" step-dad and subservient mom tortured her for liking girls, all the way to overt "this is how you please a man" kinds of sexual abuse.
My girlfriend rescued her girlfriend several times, twice with my assistance, which is sordid story. They later married by expensive tiger lawyer, before actual same-sex marriage was possible.
Nobody was sad when girlfriend's girlfriend step-dad died, not even his wife or his rat-fucking hypocritical church. Let's all just pretend he's not in hell with Ronald Reagan taking demon cholla cactus dick in the mouth and ass for all eternity.
Mahalo riversedge~ 
