The Cold Winds Of ChangePosted: October 13, 2008 | |
Those of you who, like myself, have a gay youngster living happily at home can skip this post. You are the good guys. You are the chorus I would be preaching to. Of course if you feel the need for a little bit of support and goodwill, please read on. This piece is written for the idiot Californians who have been supporting Proposition 8. Specifically, it is for those coprolite-brained idiots who objected to first graders attending their teacher’s wedding.
For those of you who do not live in this strange land called California, Proposition 8 is the final gasp of the Christianoid bigots who would ban gay marriage in California. These mewling velociraptors are not quietly surrendering to extinction. They are fighting it tooth and nail, and spitting their poison at any and all targets. You can read the entire story here, but to give you the short version: a lesbian first grade teacher got married to her same sex partner. The parents of her students are amongst the nicest people on earth. They brought their kids to their teacher’s wedding. Armed with pink rose petals and soap bubbles, the kiddies greeted their teacher and her new spouse as they left the mayor’s office.
Of course, if this was a heterosexual marriage, the Christianoid velociraptors would go all misty-eyed over the story. If the marriage was in an Assembly of God Church, I would have no doubt that the whole pack would dissolve into gooey puddles of Christianoid love. However, this was a gay wedding, so the Christianoids are having a hissy fit. Their reaction to this brings me back to 1967 when the New Jersey school system was first being integrated. You should have heard the Sussex County bigots scream! To believe them, all the innocent young white students would be indoctrinated by sinful Negroes. If you believed them, we would all grow up to be beret-wearing, fried-chicken-and-watermelon-eating, gun-toting radicals. Forty one years later, I am hearing similar inanities out of the opponents of gay marriage.
These morons must know that they are fighting for a doomed cause. Even if they do manage to pass Prop 8, the meteor of civil rights will not be stopped. In 1967, Jesus did not want African-Americans teaching in white schools. Well, screw Jesus, African-Americans are teaching white students anyway. Twenty years ago the Aryan Nation was sued out of existence for trying to reestablish segregation. Twenty years from now, the American Civil Liberties Union will be suing these Christianoid numbnuts for objecting to gay marriage. I hope I live to see the day. I would just enjoy that so much.
The kids who attended their teacher’s wedding learned a very important lesson; love is good and hate is bad. These kids are learning that equal rights means that everybody is equal. They are also learning that marriage is a happy thing. The parents who brought them to the wedding are to be applauded, praised, and cherished. They are the heroes who are making a better world. The hell of it is, I bet that most of those parents are just too modest to admit it. Maybe their parents raised them to be the good and decent people they are. The proponents of Prop. 8 are dinosaurs. Their true objection is that the world is changing. Gays and lesbians are simply an easy target for their fears. These Christianoids are heading for extinction. The kids attending their teacher’s wedding is proof of this. Gays are part of the real world, and there is nothing the Christianoids can do about it.
Let’s also face the fact that I am just a romantic at heart. There is something about moppets tossing rose pedals at weddings that makes me misty-eyed. If I am ever so blessed that the teacher, Erin Carder, ever reads this, I would like to wish her and her wife Kerri McCoy all the joy in the world. May you be as happy as my own wife and I have been for the last 26 years.