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Translated into sanity:"We must never permit authority to tell us what family is when we know in our hearts what is right. Now listen carefully as I explain the strict limitations of our hearts."

Gay marriage upsets all the right people, like Archbishop Timothy Dolan, who leads 2.6 million Catholics (presumably over a cliff). He says kids deserve better than the love of their gay parents, which is a classy thing to tell a baby. He also double-reverse batarangs the Chinese government's child-killing policy into the future of gay marriage with the internal consistency of Schrodinger's box, but not one sweet lick of shame.

The people who create this non-debate don't really care about morality or kids. They care about order and control. They care about rousing the rabble just enough to keep them scared, angry, and obedient. These are the people who would rather win than succeed. The best thing you can do is laugh in their apoplectic faces.

Every time you do, you take away a little of their power. Even though both of us are writing hateful screeds on the internet and neither of us is having sex, the bishop gets respect for spreading misery, but I get ignored by Jennifer Love Hewitt, a woman so lovely she could turn a duck straight.

Luke Ford



Hewitt? Love to, but I haven't theduthed it yet, thport.

But if you refuse to take them seriously and go on living life? They can't stand it. They can scream at strangers with a straight (maybe too straight) face that loving families destroy love and family, but they can't laugh at themselves. They'd rather bend Sweet Lady Logic like a Czech gymnast than admit they're being horrible to their fellow human beings.

Public domain! Wheeeee!



LEFT: Dignity and grace



RIGHT: Living, frothing hate-napalm

But family's not just your gene packet, it's the people who put your well-being ahead of theirs because you'd do the same for them. It's the people you don't worry about getting mad at because no matter how much you scream and swear you know you love each other. It's your clan, and you don't ask each other to be someone else or accept less in life. Instead you work yourself to the bone for them, because when bastards single you out, they're the ones who stand by you, even when fear-mongers tell them they'll go to Hell for it.

And if that's who's in Hell, I'd rather go there than Heaven.

Brendan McGinley doesn't know Love, so hate for hate will have to do.