So, last week was one for the books. I know, y'all are happy for everyone. We can now discard "Same Sex Marriage" and just call it what it is, "Marriage". I am all for making things simple. Me and Martha Stewart - and I can't wait for her book on how to throw a reception for two guys or two girls - are on the same wave length. Just like twin sisters, except I am the younger of the two of us by a couple decades.
Anyhow, I am happy, except Supreme Court Justice John Roberts, who wrote in his dissent:
“The court invalidates the marriage laws of more than half the states and orders the transformation of a social institution that has formed the basis of human society for millennia, for the Kalahari Bushmen and the Han Chinese, the Carthaginians and the Aztecs.”
Immediately thereafter, he asked the silliest rhetorical question, ever: “Just who do we think we are?”
To which I answer in the common sense fashion possible: We are AMERICANS, you meathead.
And Americans seldom do the easiest things to do, but we chart our own course and we are no one's second fiddle. Given the chance to have our own King, or elect a leader we said no to the former and yes to the later. No one had done that before in modern world.
Well, I guess if Justice Roberts had been there, we would have had a King (or at least an Emperor or some such), because that's what the Franks, the Holy Roman Empire and the French had.
I really want to sit down and have a drink with Roberts so we can discuss this. Because it really was a stupid move on his part.
I have no qualms about honoring other cultures, and weaving the best from them into this great land of ours. But my mother's ancestors did not fight in the American Revolution against the most powerful army of its day and beat the shit out of the British so we could define our social structure according to Kalahari Bushmen. Oh, hell no.
And did my father's parents leave "The Old Country" and come to America because it was just like the Han Chinese culture? Seriously? No, they came here because it was a beacon of freedom for all people, even for Europe's favorite punching bag: the Jews. They could have to China, but they Cleveland was a smarter way to go.
Heck, how great are we? We make up with our sworn enemies. I love the United Kingdom, and the Queen's handbag collection. English skally boys? Amusing tricks, I say. Bangers and mash? Get enough Guinness in me and anything is possible.
Nor did we do so to honor the Han Chinese, or God forbid the Aztecs. Hell, had we followed the Aztec model we would still be part of the United Kingdom because we would have just stood by while the British did whatever they wanted to do.
And the Carthaginians? They were wiped from the face of the earth when they tried to spank down the Romans with elephants for God's sake.
So I don't know who or what John Roberts thinks he is, but the rest of us know that none of us are equal until all of us are equal.
Let me leave you with my favorite moment, which came from the "Chat" section of the Louisville, Kentucky newspaper's coverage of Bristol Palin's latest plight, her SECOND pregnancy without benefit of marriage. Why do I read the "chat section and message boards"? Because you never know what the great unwashed will say. So I give you THIS:
"BRISTOL PALIN I AM NOT SPEAKING FOR EVERYNODY (sic), BUT WHO CARES. THAT IS YOUR VAGINA, IF YOU WANT TO HAUL COAL IN IT, THAT IS YOUR BODY PART, NOT THE WORLDS'. HAVE A BLESSED DAY AND GET SOME CHILD SUPPORT."
Now that is an opinion I can get behind. No qualms or fussy rhetorical questions. Just good old common sense. Now, chew on that, John Roberts.
So, y'all have a blessed day, y'hear?