So here we sit with bated breath, waiting for the U.S. Supreme Court to tell us what marriage is. I thought we knew that already, but I guess nothin’ is anything until the Supreme Court calls it.
Actually, since it’s almost certainly going to be four justices on one side canceling out the four on the other, what we’re really waiting for is one–one!–joker in a black robe to define for us the most basic institution of human society. Is marriage made of a man and a woman, as it has always been, or is it now a man and a man, a woman and a woman, and anything else the court–I mean this single judge–thinks it oughtta be?
And what’ll happen to us who refuse to go along with the redefinition of marriage?
You know what? We need to turn the question around. What will happen to those moral imbeciles who tried to change the definition of marriage?
Are we so vile, so weak, so tame, that we will let one judge or nine judges dictate to us what marriage is or isn’t?
I already know what marriage is, and nothing they can say will change it. I realize that stating this is to swim against the current of the times–but calling a mouse a moose doesn’t make it so.
Wise up, O men of God.