The Passion of Mary Cheney
Where Do We Get Off Treating Mary Cheney Like Any Other Lesbian?
In today's New York Times Mary Cheney defends her decision to get her lezbo self knocked the fuck up. Like her father, Mary Cheney believes she shouldn't have to answer for her party's attacks on same-sex parents.
"When Heather and I decided to have a baby, I knew it wasn't going to be the most popular decision," Ms. Cheney said, referring to her partner of 15 years, Heather Poe. She then gestured to her middle--any bulge disguised by a boxy jacket--and asserted: "This is a baby. This is a blessing from God. It is not a political statement. It is not a prop to be used in a debate, on either side of a political issue. It is my child."
Nice try, Mary.
Yes, it's a baby, not a prop. My kid isn't a prop either, but that never stopped right-wingers from attacking me and my boyfriend over our decision to become parents. The fitness of same-sex couples to parent is very much part of the political debate thanks to the GOP and the Christian bigots that make up its lunatic "base." You're a Republican, Mary, you worked on both of your father's campaigns, and you kept your mouth clamped shut while Karl Rove and George Bush ran around the country attacking gay people, gay parents, and our children in 2000, 2002, 2004, and 2006. It's a little late to declare the private choices of gays and lesbians unfit for public debate, Mary.
And so long as your party insists on making the fitness of homosexuals to marry or parent--or, hell, exist--a subject of public debate, Mary, your decision to become a parent is germane and very much fit for public discussion and debate. The GOP's selective embrace of some pregnant dykes--only knocked-up lesbians with powerful connections will be treated with respect--is a disconnect that demands answers. From you, from your father, from your venomous mother, from the idiot president you helped elect. Is that fair? Maybe not. Want to blame someone? Go look in the mirror--and then come out swinging, Mary--for yourself, your partner, and your child.
This was a pretty good start:
Ms. Cheney noted Mr. Dobson's distortions of the research he cited [in a piece attacking her in Time] and added: "Every piece of remotely responsible research that has been done in the last 20 years has shown there is no difference between children raised by same-sex parents and children raised by opposite-sex parents; what matters is being raised in a stable, loving environment." She said Mr. Dobson was entitled to his opinion, "but he's not someone whose endorsement I have ever drastically sought."
But what's with the "drastically," Mary?
Could it be this: You sought Dobson's endorsement in the past—your father certainly has, and you worked on his campaigns—but now, to avoid tough questions, you want to qualify and minimize your past sucking up to the likes of Dobson by stating that you never sought his endorsement all that, you know, drastically or anything.
Again, Mary, nice try. You kept your mouth clamped shut when your father needed the political support of assholes like Dobson. And now that your dad is a despised lame-duck VP, dad's gay-bashing political allies feel free to treat you with the same contempt with which they have long treated other gay and lesbians. And now you cry foul?
Sorry, Mary, and fuck you. You and your whole fucked-up family crawled into bed with bigots like Dobson when it suited you. And now you and your whole fucked-up family have some explaining to do. So welcome to the political debate, Mary, and remember...
Your side started it. It only serves you right that you're going to have to finish it.
And you might want to have it all wrapped up before your kid is old enough to understand what's being said about his family by your dad's political allies. Take it from me, Mary: Explaining to your child, after he heard something hateful on the radio, that his family is very much "real," that it's not an attack on anyone else's family, and that his parents are, in fact, fit to be his parents is as distressing and emotionally exhausting as it is unnecessary. And I blame you.