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"Count your nuptials, name them one by one!"

I have been reading things.
Learning things.
It is troubling.

For instance, it is the case that people who actually know gay and lesbian people, have more favorable opinions about them than people who do not have gay and lesbian friends.  It is clear that knowing people is dangerous, and will lead to thinking that people should be allowed to marry whomever they choose, rather than having somebody else deciding whom they can marry.  So, unless you are ready to destroy traditional marriage, erode the foundations of religion, and tip human civilization over the edge into whatever is there over the edge, do not know anybody who is gay or lesbian!

Now, that won't be easy because, almost certainly, a good number of the people you already know are, in fact, gay or lesbian.  That will, of course, make it difficult to have a beer with the neighbors, or visit family members, because that is precisely where those marriage-eroding, civilization-destroying gay and lesbian relatives and friends are to be found!

Better, I think, to get in the car and take a vacation in the Bible Belt of America, where traditional marriage, and traditional religion, and traditional flags are honored.  You have to be a little careful when vacationing in the Bible Belt, because statistics also show that is where the divorce rate is the highest, although, although, it must be remembered, traditional marriage is stoutly defended!  So is traditional religion, although there are a number of church fires.  As for defending western civilization, that should not be placed as a burden on the shoulders of The Old South, since they are so very far from California.

Somebody asked Donald Trump, who is running for President of These United States, what was so traditional about his having been married three times.  He might have said, "Henry VIII," although he did not.  Henry, you know, founded the Anglican Church, and was married about six times, although Henry disputed that slur by suggesting that some of his wives simply lost their heads, and while that may not in itself have been traditional, it was not all that unusual.

I do not want to be misunderstood.  I am only calling to attention the fact that if you get to know people, you might get to understand them.  And if you get too excited about defending traditional marriage, you might have to go back to your first wife or husband.  And traditional religions did defend the right of women to be subservient, of course, and did ease the consciences of those owning slaves, of course, and did find convenient ways of justifying war, or course, but they never, ever, advocated socialism, or democracy, or affordable health care, or social security, or eating sushi.  We can say that.



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