Hahahahaha! You guys are KILLING me!! Especially MRBP. Dude, you rock. I haven’t seen such a bunch of goofy posts since morg has been around. Look MRBP, it’s really not that hard. You want me to “justify” gay marriage for ya? Okay:
Marriage is between two consenting adults.
Whew! That was tough. The problem we have here is that you don’t like the idea of the two consenting adults being of the same gender. You gave all kinds of examples and analogies as to why you feel this way, but it boils down to one simple fact:
(deep breath)
say it with me:
“I don’t like homosexuals.”
And that’s fine. Really, it is. You are allowed to feel however you want about anything. That’s one of the marvelous, wonderful things about the life we live here on Earth. I say enjoy the few perks that we DO have. And, I’m just like you. Only it’s not fruitcakes* or lesbians that I hate: it’s really, really fat people. They just DISGUST me. I work in the healthcare industry, and I see them all of the time, waddling, short of breath, complaining of chest pain, smelling like something nearby died a horrible death recently. AAAAARRRGGGH! And I get to take care of them, and the consequences of their “lifestyle choice”. It’s aggravating to me!!
But I digress.
Look dude, they (homos) aren’t hurting you one teensy little bit by getting married. And I know that you said that it’s just one perversion that’s going to lead to another and another, etc. And you’re wrong. I’m sorry, but comparing a fruitcake* to a child-molester or a “chicken-lover” is ridiculous. Be a man now, and admit it. It is.
So queers want to get “married”. So what? Plain and simple, dude, ask yourself (if you can) one question:
“If I didn’t have this dislike for homosexuals, would I mind it if they were able to get married, just like a heterosexual couple?”
Be honest with yourself, now. That’s the ONE PERSON you should NEVER lie to. Never.
*about my use of the word “fruitcake”: I got razzed by ZEB pretty bad two weeks ago when we did this same kind of thread entitled “Tolerance” for using the words “fruitcake”, “fruity”, “donut-puncher”, etc. And I’m not the least bit sorry about it. You see, when you’re a guy, and you’re “totally into shopping”, and you say things like “OHMYGOD! There’s a party tonight, and I have absolutely NOTHING to wear!”
then that makes you a fruitcake. It’s the language, not me. And yes, I call some of my closer gay friends “fruity” to their faces, and they think it’s hilarious, because they know I’m a smart-ass and I’m just heckling them. So there!