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The New Civil War

It's getting to be that time again kids. This country appears to be ridiculously divided on issues that seem pretty much "non issues" to most of us. Back in the 19th century it was slavery. Ending slavery meant, for the most part, that a bunch of rich, white southern guys were going to lose "free" labor and their feelings of superiority. In reality, it probably cost more to buy, house and feed slaves than these guys actually lost. So that leaves bigotry and it's ensuing feelings of superiority (aka control).

North Carolina has just made damned sure that ain't no homersexshals gittin' hitched there! I can just hear all of the slack-jawed yokels crying "Hell, it just ain't right for no 2 mens or womens gettin' hitched together".  But as those of us with at least semi functioning brains can attest, there's no problem with two consenting adults wanting to share their lives together.

Sure sure sure...Cletus and the good ol' boys will carry on that such marriages are an abomination in God's eyes. Funny, I'd always been taught that it was a sin to presume to know the mind of God. While incest (aka unclefuckingcousintouching) was relatively common in the Bible, most of us today agree it's pretty gross. I'm sure that Bubba & Co. would rather fuck their 10 year old daughters before allowing two consenting adults, who just happen to share similar genitals, to marry because they LOVE each other. (again...I was always taught that the premier point of Christ's teachings was "love")

I'm sure the good ol' boys and their wives are only concerned about the religious aspect. Right? Well now, let's think about this. Religion seems to be such a big point of reference for these whackadoos...yet churches are tax exempt. Can someone explain this to me? How is it that Christian extremists (essentially the American equivalent of the Taliban) are of the mind that they should get to decide how everyone else lives, yet their own churches do nothing to monetarily benefit the greater good of the state?

It all boils down to this: bigotry and it's ensuing feelings of superiority (aka control).  Have we as a people become so lost in our lives that we can only feel good controlling someone else? Because folks, that's what it's about - control. It's nothing new. It's what it's always been about. It's why religion exists. It's why governments exist.

So, to all of you Biblical literists, please never let me catch any of you doing the following:

  • Eating shellfish (yes Bubba Gump...I mean shrimp!)
  • Working on the Sabbath (that means Friday to some, Saturday to some, and Sunday to some)
  • Wearing two different types of cloth (poly cotton blends included...I'm sure there's a special place in Hell for polyester in general)
  • Eating pork (you heard me Cletus...No More Bacon!)
  • No TOUCHING the skin of a dead pig (that means NO MORE FOOTBALL!)
  • No planting different crops near each other (Monsanto probably will sue you anyway)

Give me a while and I'll compile a more complete list if you wish...all based, quite literally, on The Bible.

Any of you good ol' boys, religious whackadoos, and assorted miscreants who think it's their God-given right to tell their brothers and sisters how to live, yet you don't live by the Bible yourself, let's call a spade a spade shall we...you're hypocrites. Pure and simple. I doubt that most of you have ever read the Bible, let alone used the brains God gave you to attempt to understand it. Therefore, don't use it as a tool to act out your  authoritarian fantasies. Get your own houses in order before you look to tell someone else how to live.

These are indeed dark times we live in...and not because Adam and Steve or Madame and Eve want to marry. These are dark times because there are powerful forces at work doing everything they can to pit us against each other. Corporations and corrupt politicians are your enemy...not the gay couple that wants to share their lives together. The media uses you all like puppets...teaching you to parrot phrases and slogans like the good little Nazis you don't realize you've become.

United we stand people, divided we fall. We won't necessarily fall as individuals...but we will fall as a nation. If you insist on the division, declare the war. I will happily observe my right to bear arms. I am an American. I was born in the land of the free, where we are all created equal. If any one you want to negate that equality, I hope that you have the balls to back it up...because I think you'll find quite a fight on your hands.

Lastly, I've asked this many times before and will ask it again: Why is marriage of any type such an issue? As long as it's between two consenting adults (polygamous Mormons need not apply), what business is it of anyone else?

Yes. A Civil War is brewing. And the object of that war will be control. Just like any other war. It's the 21st century and we've obviously learned nothing. People sicken me.

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  1. I think the USA should decentralize like the Soviet Union. I do not consider myself to have anything in common with folks from Miss. or other states that are so socio-culturally different than myself. Fuck th enotion that I am somehow connected to these douchebags because we are both Americans. That shit is dead. The notion of USA no longer serves. I have no problem with the US and its decline. It deserves it and had it happened earlier, the world would be a better place.

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