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Based on social media buzz after the Supreme Court ruling on gay marriage, we are living in the last days.
I wish I knew for certain before springing for Amazon’s express shipping for an asbestos suit (as has been suggested I will need).
Change is scary, and I feel empathy for those who think the world is going to hell in a designer handbasket because lifetime assumptions are being challenged by shadow dwellers who grew up on the outside looking in.
It is a bitter pill to accept people different from one’s clan as morally equal individuals worthy of pursuing happiness in their own authentic way.
However, the fair-minded eventually realize no one has a right to impose religiously ingrained dictates. Imagine being a minority in a Muslim, secular or, heaven forbid, nudist society (with nothing to showcase).
Equality does not mean the religious are being persecuted or forced into a closet. They are free to continue evangelizing in and out of private, tax-exempt country clapboards and urban palatial palaces. They are not free to enlist government to impose tenets they erroneously claim the country was founded on.
Some think gay marriage tarnishes the sanctity of the sacred vows exchanged between heterosexual couples during ceremonies witnessed by their children from previous marriages: that this judicially sanctified right is so egregious it foreshadows the rapture is imminent for the chosen few who never cast the first stone — and gnashing of teeth for those with no fear of queers.
If the transgression of putting a ring on it while doing no harm to lay clergy assuming the position of missionaries to lost sheep signals end times, it is surprising we are still here after the sins of corporate raiders stealing pension funds; Big Pharma’s unconscionable markups for drugs for the dying; death merchants selling counterfeit medical equipment; marketing American cigarettes to Third-World children earning slave wages in sweatshops producing over-priced sneakers; the killing fields of Cambodia; or the Holocaust.
End times are here — for those wanting it all for themselves.
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