Damn skippy.

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posted on the President’s Instagram account late last night.

3 Comments

  1. It amazes me that so few Americans understand, that our marriage laws are nothing more than a tax imposed on the practice of religion.

    States began mandating that marriages be licensed, and to get the license, one had to pay a fee and submit to a blood test for syphilis.

    Now, as a public health measure to combat syphilis, marriage licensing is pretty clearly a sham. Sexually-transmitted diseases spread by promiscuity, not by chastity. So as a public health measure, it would have been more sensible to license brothel workers and test them for STDs, just as we test food service workers for tuberculosis.

    Since 49 of the 50 states ignore the health of sex-industry workers and impose criminal penalties upon them, the states were clearly targeting religious groups who held formal marriage ceremonies, when they demanded that people obtain licenses to do, what had previously been accepted as a God-given right, like breathing or saying prayers.

    I hardly expect the hypocrites who’ve stooped so low as to tax weddings with license fees, to acknowledge their error in involving the states in the formation and dissolution of religious marriages, without first setting up a bigger smokescreen, than the clouds of tear gas sent up by George Wallace when civil rights protestors were demonstrating in public.

    The smokescreen, however much it fogs the issue, does not change the fact that money-stealing hypocrites control the major political parties, and also, the fact that 120 years ago, no American needed a license from the State, before entering a religious sanctuary and seeking God’s blessing upon a marriage.

    If politicians could just find it within themselves, to keep their greedy, grubby mitts off that teensy bit of money they collect from licensing marriages, there’d be no public debate about who marries and who doesn’t, and for what reasons. It would remain a private matter between consenting adults.

    When Hussein and McMittington are posturing on that issue all the way up to the election, and manage to use it to avoid discussing important stuff, like how many more Americans with cancer should die by drowning in their own vomit, because the most effective anti-nausea drug known to medicine, cannabis, is classified by ev as having “no known medical use

    • While I agree with much (if not all) of what you say here, and am happy to have your comments, I want to ask (politely) that you refrain from using nicknames intended to disparage the President (and this one in particular, given that it’s his actual middle name and so many have used it toward Islamophobic ends).

      I understand political frustration, and even see the inconsistency in my own willingness to call the other candidate “Willard McMittington Romney” the other day — but I suppose that’s the issue: He’s a candidate. He’s not the President.

      I never agreed with more than about three words that came out of George W. Bush’s mouth, but I would never have called him “Shrub,” for instance. He was the President. Now, if you could have heard the tone in my voice whenever I pronounced the word “Bush,” you would have known something was up (!), but still and all – let’s at least have respect for the office.

  2. dmf

     /  May 11, 2012

    for fridays and seeing the people in the policies

    “Rilke’s Fear of Dogs”

    had less to do
    with any harm
    they might inflict
    than with the sad
    look in their eyes
    expressing a need
    for love he felt
    he couldn’t meet.
    And so he looked
    away from them.

    He was too busy
    for such obligations,
    waiting instead
    for angels to speak,
    looking up at heaven
    with an expression
    they couldn’t help
    responding to,
    try as they might
    to avoid his gaze.

    by Jeffrey Harrison