Stupid people shouldn't breathe.

I had a big fight with my mom last night.

Sigh.

There are times when I want to smash her head against a brick wall until. She. Just. Fucking. GETS IT.

Does that make me evil?

See, here's the thing . . . .

My mom has Issues with homosexuality. I have to accept this, as we have discussed it many times and I can't change her mind any more than she can change mine. Usually I content myself with just rolling my eyes at her when she makes inappropriate comments, but I just couldn't keep my mouth shut this time.

She said that gay people are "morally reprehensible".

Oh, yeah?

So, your gay cousin and his partner? The people who made a significant financial contribution during my recent time of need?

Those people?

Your lesbian aunt and her partner? Yeah, the ones who went through the time, the trouble and the expense to rent me a wheelchair so that I could do things like go to movies and malls and dinners and in general, have a slightly more normal life while incapacitated?

Those people?

The ones who did all that out of the goodness of their hearts and family ties?

They're the ones who are "morally reprehensible"?

What . . . they're good people, so therefore they're not really gay? Or they're related to us, so they don't count as bad?

You can't have it both ways, Mom.

Naturally, the argument went nowhere, and I am still fuming over the whole thing. I don't argue effectively with my mom, I know this. She has had thirty-four years of practice at pushing my buttons, and after a sufficient number of pushes, I turn into my father -- who is a master of the art of verbal cruelty.

So, great. I made my mom cry.

That's a real effective argument.

I am not happy with myself right now.