Well, after just getting married myself some 10 days ago I thought it would be a good idea to just throw some thoughts out on the new law in California allowing gay couples to legally couple:
- Man, are they are ugly. Generally if I am watching porn and two girls start going at it they are pretty hot. One might be Asian, the other exotic South American, etc. These battle axes that are getting married are all from the Subaru nation. Please find me the "girls" getting married.
-Man, are they old. This is like watching the old Red Sox fans holding out on their deathbed before a World Series victory. Nobody was going to kick it until a Series victory, and it looks like the same can be said of the same sex couples.
-Why all the hubbub?? Mr. Religious right wacko is out there spouting Seventh Sign apocalyptic sewage about it being an abomination. Well, last time I checked these were STATE ceremonies that were civic in nature. These are CIVIL unions which have no bearing on your religious beliefs.
-Why all the hubbub Pt 2?? Mr. and Mrs. Lefty think they have struck a big civil rights victory equating this event to interracial marriage. Hate to break it to you--it's not. Even the South can stomach an interracial marriage before this. What you have though is a step forward as a minority in America that from a CIVIL standpoint has been long overdue.
-Can't wait to see the ballot box initiative on this one and the legal battles that follow. This should go on longer than the Rocky series that should have ended with Ivan Drago going down.
The Cap'ns Take:
The Cap'n is actually pretty moderate on this one. I have some gay friends who are excellent people and whose sexual orientation means absolutely nothing to me. To allow a civil union is something that makes sense. Why not have them go through the same crap we do- alimony, losing half your stuff, fighting over the summer home, hating your spouse, etc.
My personal religious beliefs tell me that I will ultimately be judged in the end for my actions by God, and God only. Everybody- gay or straight- has that day coming. I find it extremely hard to believe, though, that a God fearing, good hearted, law abiding person of whatever sexual orientation will be left out of heaven and a born again child molester will get in.
You wanted it--you got it. Now don't bitch about it when shit goes wrong.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Numero Uno
The great Peter Griffin exclaimed, "You know what really grinds my gears?"... and that is what got me to thinking. If an animated character started making more sense than the "pundits" on television and the fish wraps, then maybe something has run amok. Hence we have Pusscon 3.
A bit of explaining. Pusscon 3 is a term invented years ago by my weekly (and now defunct) poker game which featured a ton of drinking, a myriad of debates, and some card playing thrown into the mix. When the stakes became a little high for one of us (usually around five dollars) and the collar became a tad tight, a fold would ensue. The ribbing would then escalate, a half drunk member of the table would stand up, and then the announcement would be made on the loudspeaker, "We have reached Pusscon 3!". The alert level had been raised because we had testicular shrinkage in the room!
With the obvious reference to our DEFCON system of readiness, we would always bust out with uncontrolled laughter and a verbal blistering to whomever elicited the command. The forces had been put on alert! We have a situation brewing that needs attention! One of us had lost our balls along the way and needed to be reminded.
That my friends is Pusscon 3.
In today's world you can no longer call it like you see it because it might offend someone- regardless of the truth.
Well, I'm going to spout out my version of it and hopefully someone other than myself enjoys it, or disagrees with it enough to engage in some lively debate.
Just like my buddy Bill needed the forces to be put on alert because he was dangerously close to extreme estrogen levels, Cap'n America is here to ensure we never reach Pusscon 4.
A bit of explaining. Pusscon 3 is a term invented years ago by my weekly (and now defunct) poker game which featured a ton of drinking, a myriad of debates, and some card playing thrown into the mix. When the stakes became a little high for one of us (usually around five dollars) and the collar became a tad tight, a fold would ensue. The ribbing would then escalate, a half drunk member of the table would stand up, and then the announcement would be made on the loudspeaker, "We have reached Pusscon 3!". The alert level had been raised because we had testicular shrinkage in the room!
With the obvious reference to our DEFCON system of readiness, we would always bust out with uncontrolled laughter and a verbal blistering to whomever elicited the command. The forces had been put on alert! We have a situation brewing that needs attention! One of us had lost our balls along the way and needed to be reminded.
That my friends is Pusscon 3.
In today's world you can no longer call it like you see it because it might offend someone- regardless of the truth.
Well, I'm going to spout out my version of it and hopefully someone other than myself enjoys it, or disagrees with it enough to engage in some lively debate.
Just like my buddy Bill needed the forces to be put on alert because he was dangerously close to extreme estrogen levels, Cap'n America is here to ensure we never reach Pusscon 4.
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