And he should know - he has stomped his way though three of them. Limpfrog, the man who was nominated by his best friend, right wing deadbolt Mark Levin, as a Nobel Peace Prize nominee, Lymphbug, the man who used his syndicated talk show to run a schoolboy prank called 'Operation Chaos' to disrupt the Democrat Party primary process, the very same man who paid his housekeeper to obtain huge numbers of prescription painkillers and who used to be a smoking, overweight music DJ before talking trash on the right became so lucrative, the man with three marriages behind him and who seems to have a more profound relationship with his cat than with any woman who might wander into his mansion, and a man who like all the other neo-con hypocrites believes in the 'sanctity' of marriage as between one man and one woman. The man who ranks # 1 in listeners across Amerika said it.
Neo conservatives are, about marriage, like the man who is going to kill his wife and kids in a hostage situation. He doesn't love the mother of his children anymore, but he's damned if anyone else might have the chance to do so, and he stands there with the gun pointed at her head, or standing on the railing of a bridge over a dark river with his kids. Heterosexuals have trashed the 'sanctity' of marriage, but they are gonna fight like crazy to prevent homosexuals trashing it as well. Or, god forbid, improving on it.
Limbaugh made the little smirky comment about the most dangerous food he has eaten in that locker room joke style some guys like to use - this is a guy who has said 'Till death do us part' to three different women - but who somehow thinks that someone else is responsible for the collapse of what conservatives cutely used to call 'family values'. He chose never to bring little limpfrogs into the world in spite of his oozy, rose tinted yearnings and gurglings about his wonderful family life and upbringing. That's what conservatives think marriage is meant to be for - to bring more pitter patter to the world - especially white pitter patter. But perhaps that is the underlying concern here - a deeply racist fear of being 'overrun' by those who breed faster, bigger, better, more. Maybe us white folk are going the way of the white polar bear, we're just getting too big for the ice floe.
My question still stands. Why would we - that's the big tent queer we - want to be part of this?
I saw an ad/promo piece on TV last night about how young girls are 'feeling the pressure' to conform to standards of beauty, fashion, high achievement, more than ever. A small girl sat on a comfy couch looking at a large screen of changing images which have the effect of making her feel inadequate. The assumption of 'marriage' as a primary choice option for young human beings, still rankles and disturbs me.
Does this blog seem to be meandering somewhere? Anywhere?
You know what it is - when I'm driving in my low consumption car (hey, if I had the money, I'd be driving something way less politically correct - try a 1960's Mercedes 280 SL), I get myself all worked up about stuff and by the time I've got home all the good blog ideas have merged into some dissembling rant. And there we have it. I'd rather br driving a Mercedes sports car up the Mendocino Coast, to a cabin overlooking a meadow, down a dirt road (which my Mercedes would handle beautifully), or loading the dogs up into the Ford Escape HYBRID (which I also don't have) and trekking off to the beach. My home should be filled with light and very little furniture, and the sound of pitter patter everywhere. My neighbour walks through our back yards (there are no fences) with a new dessert made from plums off my tree, someone is arriving, someone leaves, the animals move with comfort from one sleeping place to another, there is always music in my life, and food is cooking, the phone rings and I hear of an animal in distress. No-one tells me I can't go help it. There are very few books in my house, but there is a teddy bear given to me on the day of my birth. When I visit friends and there is stuff everywhere, I panic, even if it is nice stuff. And I think that my terror of marriage and my refusal to be part of it is that once attained it is terrible when put asunder. Heterosexuals can keep it. We can do so much better.
Jill, I always thought that one of the benefits of being gay was that I didn't have to be married. Now even that is changing. Sigh.
Posted by: Deb in Minnesota | July 10, 2008 at 05:11 AM