Politics makes stange bedfellows, the saying goes.
"Throw the Bums Out!" Great, and fittingly throwback, slogan.
Now combine them.
You surely love the spunk of the Tea Party of Wonderland ("TP" on this blog) and their attitude of take-and-torture-prisoners, like Jack Bauer used to when he was calm. But getting into bed with Ru Paul and his son, R& Paul?
No offense Ru, but uh huh.
And this is in Kentucky? The place didn't allow Ru's people on its storied basketball team until last month. Give or take. And still won't allow women, no matter their origin, on its men's team.
And if any one exemplifies "Choice", it is Ru Paul!
Perhaps, TP doesn't care whose butt it favors as long as it TP's some establishment bum, as he/she (no pun intended) flees the political woods. They sure helped R& chase Republican-designee Trey Grayson (almost certainly the protagonist of a Stuart Woods or John Grisham novel) right back to his cozy smoke-filled room.
Wait a second? Didn't the whole TP thing start with movable gatherings of bunches of hazing-crazed Republican frat boys? (But don't call them Greeks these days.) Well, yes, it did, but it has become so more than the still-included close encounter with a teabag and midnight snipe hunt.
TP just hates the Federal Government so much that it will travel over hundreds of miles to put the wipe on anyone wearing a lapel flag pin bearing more than 44 stars.
In fairness, some more modern-minded TP'ers accept the 2009 Republican version of the wearable Stars and Stripes, which sports 49 tiny stars, the island Hawaii being considered part of Indonesia.
And the colorful gray Stars and Bars lapel pin, with its barely noticeable silver medal finish, is always cheered at TP port-a-rallies.
So it is that R& Paul will be gunning (metaphorically one hopes) for a Socialist (TP for "Democrat") bureaucrat in November. Any of you Democrats thinking you can Obalm Kentucky are in for a very rude awakening.
That will be Ru and R& Paul snoring right beside you.
Showing posts with label Hawaii. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hawaii. Show all posts
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Far Far Away Blesses Civil Unions
Figures. Get your guy elected President and all hell breaks loose.
Who even knew Hawaii had gays and lesbians, let alone Anna Paquins? Isn't it all pineapples, leis and surfing? Is there a gay or lesbian on "Lost"?
Most non-Hawaiian Americans bristle at the idea of a "Civil Union". How odd. After all, some distinguished Bloggers' own mothers were wed at least once in purely civil ceremonies. Whether they subsequently soared up to Heaven or kayaked the Styx is another story for another blog.
The US (less Arizona, of course) has a Constitution that says, "Please leave religion pretty out of the law books." It is othen said that between law and religion America has erected a Chinese Dry Wall. If you wall off religion from marriage, say replace the rabbi, minister or priest with a judge, Elvis or The Love Boat's Captain Stubbing what do you get?
Uh huh.
The government simply deputizes religious officials to perform the civil bonding of individuals--and probably, now, corporations--and if the souls get hooked, too, well, that's just for the parents and their friends. The Honeymoon is something else altogether.
Howt about "What God has Joined, Let no Man put Asunder"? That is pure religion and about as yesterday as Latin. Dozens of men put asunder their joint-ships every day and take fire hydrants along for the ride, the latter clearly a civil matter. Under the First Amendment, God does not get to own any fire hydrants in this country.
Politicians already know this, which explains John Edwards Syndrome. But not the actual haircut.
Think about those weddings performed at City Hall. They are clearly nothing but civil unions, executed without the holy water or glass-breaking. Kissing the bride is something else altogether.
In US law, then, only the civil union part matters; the religious part is on the far side of the Dry Wall with the included embalming vapors and the corroded copper piping. So, get out the dictionary and the Elmer's glue. We are Americans and we redefine terms all the time: For example, a jump to 27.24% interest rates used to be called "usury" or "loan sharking" but is now called "your Amex default rate". (You get to plug in your own examples, like Visa or Macy's, so as to keep this post short.)
Starting today, all the atheists and their near-atheist kin, the liberals and moderates, can proudly state, from now on, that they are "civil unionized" instead of married.
Doesn't have much a lilt to it, does it?
Better to call on the Old English for a suggested rewording: Wedlock is what's left of the Old English words wed and lac, which combine for pledge-giving; and, we already freely substitute wed for marry. That should please Republicans and TP'ers, who long for the good old days, but hate Latin.
And wedlock echoes nicely of ball and chain, too.
Who even knew Hawaii had gays and lesbians, let alone Anna Paquins? Isn't it all pineapples, leis and surfing? Is there a gay or lesbian on "Lost"?
Most non-Hawaiian Americans bristle at the idea of a "Civil Union". How odd. After all, some distinguished Bloggers' own mothers were wed at least once in purely civil ceremonies. Whether they subsequently soared up to Heaven or kayaked the Styx is another story for another blog.
The US (less Arizona, of course) has a Constitution that says, "Please leave religion pretty out of the law books." It is othen said that between law and religion America has erected a Chinese Dry Wall. If you wall off religion from marriage, say replace the rabbi, minister or priest with a judge, Elvis or The Love Boat's Captain Stubbing what do you get?
Uh huh.
The government simply deputizes religious officials to perform the civil bonding of individuals--and probably, now, corporations--and if the souls get hooked, too, well, that's just for the parents and their friends. The Honeymoon is something else altogether.
Howt about "What God has Joined, Let no Man put Asunder"? That is pure religion and about as yesterday as Latin. Dozens of men put asunder their joint-ships every day and take fire hydrants along for the ride, the latter clearly a civil matter. Under the First Amendment, God does not get to own any fire hydrants in this country.
Politicians already know this, which explains John Edwards Syndrome. But not the actual haircut.
Think about those weddings performed at City Hall. They are clearly nothing but civil unions, executed without the holy water or glass-breaking. Kissing the bride is something else altogether.
In US law, then, only the civil union part matters; the religious part is on the far side of the Dry Wall with the included embalming vapors and the corroded copper piping. So, get out the dictionary and the Elmer's glue. We are Americans and we redefine terms all the time: For example, a jump to 27.24% interest rates used to be called "usury" or "loan sharking" but is now called "your Amex default rate". (You get to plug in your own examples, like Visa or Macy's, so as to keep this post short.)
Starting today, all the atheists and their near-atheist kin, the liberals and moderates, can proudly state, from now on, that they are "civil unionized" instead of married.
Doesn't have much a lilt to it, does it?
Better to call on the Old English for a suggested rewording: Wedlock is what's left of the Old English words wed and lac, which combine for pledge-giving; and, we already freely substitute wed for marry. That should please Republicans and TP'ers, who long for the good old days, but hate Latin.
And wedlock echoes nicely of ball and chain, too.
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