Yesterday, there was a lot of hubbub about the SCOTUS ruling. Gays were taunting Christians everywhere I went.
Personally, I don’t care who marries who (or is it who marries whom?) so long as we separate church and state. Plays both ways, right?
A while back ago, I saw in the news that the boy who is married to a crapload of sisters sued the state of Utah against its polygamy laws and won. He is on a show called the Sister Wives. I’ve never seen this, but it seems totally gross (nothing against any of my bothers-in-law, but….YUCK!!! ) Know what this means? Exactly what you were thinking; the RNL boys will soon legally become my love slaves. (I don’t know whether to kiss Justice Roberts or slap the crap out of him.) I think after a few days, it shall be the latter.
In other words, I truly believe polygamous marriage is right around the corner, folks. So bathe him, and bring him, uh, them to me!
Now just between you, me, and the lamppost, I’ve never felt that good things happen when we redefine words and their meaning. Gay used to mean happy. This must’ve been in my Grand K.’s time as she referred to gays as nance boys.
Oh, that just gave me a Grand K. flashback! I’m laughing so hard! This one time when I was in jr. high or high school, she wanted me to sing with this fella. Went down like this:
My mom: Oh, he’s so handsome.
Grand K: Oh, Sally, he’s a nance boy.
Me: What’s a nance boy?
Them: (limp-wrist signal)
Last night I watched the show, Fried Green Tomatoes. It’s a beautiful love story. The beauty part? Morals and manners. They lived their lives without changing definitions. Then again, nance boy seems such an odd term….. I may have to rethink my position.
On the bright side of this ruling, divorce lawyers across the US are on their hands and knees thanking God for this bounty.