Tuesday, August 30th, 2011

Marriage again

A lot of folks this morning yapping away over Perry and Marriage. Well, hell. I wouldn’t discount a good candidate because of disagreeing with him on non-national issues, but other people do, I don’t care. “I won’t vote for him because he’s one of those GOD GUYS!” is how we get into these messes in the first place. But voting isn’t gonna change any of this anyway.

Getting the FedGov out of the marriage business is a powerfully good idea. Nobody fucking knows why, either, but I’m going to tell you so you know.

Commitment is when people have strong feelings for one another and each makes an individual decision to follow a set of rules that regard their relationship with that person.

There is no church nor government agency nor governing body that can make that commitment for you, and the best they can do is recognize it legally. Nor does a priest saying “I now pronounce..” magically confer fealty where none exists before.

1: There should be no need to recognize that commitment legally. A person should be able to designate any partner he or she wants as the person responsible for/to them, and the .gov should mind it’s own business.
2: A church ceremony is as meaningless as a civil one except to the individuals involved. Attaching legal meaing to the one is as ignorant as attaching religious meaning to the other. Stop it.

Christ, people. Nobody gets it. I should just start slapping everyone.

Tube clearing

Mr Mercedes SLR is dramatically more important than other people, so when he came down off the expressway ramp onto I-88, it was not going to be necesary for him to match his speed to other drivers and merge, he simply zoomed past them at his own chosen speed in the safety lane. This manouvere earned him the coveted and exclusive Concrete Bridge Abutment at Speed in Excess of 100MPH award. It was almost worth the traffic jam he caused, to see him standing on the side of the road, actually crying over his beautiful car. And he had a Geico sticker on it, which made me glad, because it meant his ignorance wasn’t going to increase MY insurance cost.

mrs Taurus waited until I was pinned behind her, and then proceeded to take exactly one mile to accelerate from 0 to 30 mph. Kudzu grows faster. I would have liked to take her lovely auburn hair and tie it in a knot in front of her eyes, but she’d still probably be able to see well through the 3″ of snow-white roots. The skullet on her husband was most impressive, though it was time for him to change the oil in it.

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