idiocy
Saturday, March 06, 2004
ok, so it has been a while, but i have been attempting to be sober and or maybe sleeping, tho with that comes crazy fucked up dreams in color, dreams of mayhem for two month s now anyways, whaT i hope to follow is a great article of what i think, but said, better, herer goes the precarious copying...which i entitle,"Not a single rabid spitting demon to be seen. "
the intro is by my lovely and literally brilliant friend, jenga, ....
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If you have time, please read Mark Morford (my favorite SF Gate
columnist).
It's worth it for the last two paragraphs.
Super-gay kisses to all (you know, the brand of kissing that involves
REALLY
expensive lip gloss... for men),
Jenna
Where Is My Gay Apocalypse?
Over 3,500 gay marriages and, what, no hellfire? I was promised
hellfire.
And riots. What gives?
By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Friday, March 5, 2004
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I have been waiting patiently.
I have been staring with great anticipation out the window of my flat
here
in the heart of San Francisco, sighing heavily, waiting for the riots
and
the plagues and the screaming monkeys and the blistering rain of
inescapable
hellfire. I have my camera all ready and everything.
There has been nothing. I see only some lovely trees and a stunning
blue sky
and my neighbor walking by with her pair of matching chow chows as a
pained-looking woman struggles to parallel park her SUV. Same old, same
old.
And this is San Francisco, gay-marriage HQ, Sodom-and-Gomorrahville,
debauchery central. We are supposed to be careening off the nice, safe
road
of social acceptability right now, welcoming chaos, exploding into a
fiery
hellmist of our own sick godless depravity and dropping off the
disgusted
planet any minute now.
Where is my raging apocalypse? This is what I want to know. Where is
the
social meltdown? The moral depravity? I was promised an apocalypse,
dammit.
What am I supposed to do with all these tubs of margarine and confetti
and
kazoos?
There have been more than 3,500 gay-marriage ceremonies in San
Francisco so
far. Hundreds more are just now kicking up a storm in Oregon and in
beautifully rebellious little burgs around New York state. And, yet,
nothing. No chaos. No rain of terror. Not even a lousy heat wave. Sigh.
Some homosexual couples have been married for more than three weeks
now,
living in utter godless sin as they drive their cars and shop and laugh
and
cry and go to work and pay their taxes and wonder about their dreams.
Lightning has not struck them dead. The Hellmouth has not opened wide
its
gaping maw, hankering for some of the City's trademark Sourdough o'
Sin. I
am dumbfounded.
After all, gay marriage is supposed to ruin the nation, is it not?
Induce
actual rioting and civil unrest and shirtless anarchy as millions of
stupefied citizens pray to a bloody pulverized Mel Gibson-y Jesus for
redemption, as they suddenly begin questioning whether ogling the
Pottery
Barn catalog for more than 10 minutes might mean they're gay.
"It's anarchy," some guy named Rick Forcier, of the Washington state
chapter
of the Christian Coalition, actually whined. "We seem to have lost the
rule
of law. It's very frightening when every community decides what laws
they
will obey." Why, yes, Rick. It's total anarchy. Just look at all the
screaming and the bloodshed and the gunfire. Run and hide, Rick. The
gay
people in love are coming. And they've got tattoos and funny haircuts
and
want to get married and celebrate their love and be left alone. Hide
the
children.
This was -- and still is -- very much the right-wing sentiment. It was
almost a guarantee: Same-sex marriage spelled the instantaneous end of
all
that is good and righteous and edible. Insurrection was imminent,
apocalypse
nigh. You could see it in their eyes -- they could hardly wait.
Hell, even Governator Arnie went on "Meet the Press" recently and
proclaimed, semicoherently, that he was actually worried about the
riots and
deadly mayhem should S.F. continue with its brazen lawlessness. And
look.
Nothing. Not a peep. Not a single rabid spitting demon to be seen.
Unless
you count Lynne Cheney. Which you never, ever should.
I believe I have been misled. I was told repeatedly in extra-glowing
terminology by multiple raging Bible-quoting drones that The Good Book
expressly forbids gay marriage and gay sex, and to engage in either
spells
imminent doom and instant social bedlam and there are specific verses
all
about it.
Is this true? Are there actual verses decrying gay marriage? Are they
anything like those other Biblical verses, about the rules and
regulations
surrounding marriage that are making the rounds on the Net right now?
Real
verses. Actual verses. Verses o' sanctimonious fun. Have you seen them?
Like this: "Marriage shall not impede a man's right to take multiple
concubines in addition to his wife or wives." (II Sam 5:13; I Kings
11:3; II
Chron 11:21).
Or maybe: "A marriage shall be considered valid only if the wife is a
virgin. If the wife is not a virgin, she shall be stoned to death."
(Deut
22:13-21) Isn't that cute? Isn't quoting Bible verse fun? Ask your
local
pastor about that one.
Or how about: "If a married man dies without children, his brother
shall
marry the widow. If he refuses to marry his brother's widow or
deliberately
does not give her children, he shall pay a fine of one shoe and be
otherwise
punished in a manner to be determined by law." (Gen. 38:6-10; Deut
25:5-10).
Hey, it's right there, in the Bible. So it must be true.
Is it worth showing those verses to the happily sanctimonious and
sneering
Christian homophobes who are protesting outside S.F. City Hall right
now,
telling the gay couples what depraved hell-bound sinners they all are?
Nah.
Why spoil their whiny apocalyptic wet dreams? Live and let live, I
always
say.
(Oh, and while we're at it, God also really hates shrimp. Maybe you
didn't
know. Shrimp are evil, as are all shrimp eaters. Clams, too. Hey, it's
in
the Bible. You can look it up. Why the Right is attacking homosexuals
in
love and not, say, Red Lobster, remains a mystery.)
So, here we are. Approaching a full month after the first of S.F.'s
marriage
ceremonies, and nothing. The universe is smiling madly. The world is
shrugging. Anonymous supporters from all over the nation have sent
flowers
to hundreds of loving gay and lesbian couples. As of this writing,
there is
no scathing hellfire. No fanged demons of destruction (Lynne Cheney
excepted). No meltdown whatsoever. I would know, right? I mean,
wouldn't the
power go out, or something?
Maybe it's still to come. Maybe total screaming misery and unspeakable
sociocultural collapse coupled with wanton bestiality and incest and
the
giving away of free anal beads to innocent teenagers takes more than a
month. Maybe I'm just a little impatient.
Maybe Satan is taking his sweet time to marshal his leather-clad
armies,
watching as other U.S. cities get in on the gay-marriage act, listening
as
mayors and governors all chime in their support and say what's the big
deal.
Maybe Beelzebub is waiting for a big moment so as to really leverage
the
coming news flash, the special report, the sudden activation of the
Emergency Broadcast System. Something like:
"This just in: Earthquakes rocked the globe today as giant
fire-breathing
bees of death swarmed the countryside, feasting on fat white
heterosexual
babies mostly from Texas and Colorado Springs and Utah and Idaho, as
the
institution of hetero marriage careened around the mad vortex of
space-time
like a savage drunken pinball high on black-tar heroin, just like the
Christian Right predicted.
"Horrors bled into the streets, terrorists were spawned by thousands,
presidents openly lied so as to lead a nation into bloody violent
unwinnable
wars, thousands of Catholic priests sexually molested tens of thousands
of
children over a 50-year period without the slightest punishment, the
environment teetered on the brink due to heartless government rollbacks
as
air quality and water quality and food sources were ravaged in the name
of
corporate profiteering, the economy crumbled like Jenna Bush after her
10th
beer bong as hate and fear and bogus Orange Alerts ruled the land."
Oh wait. That was all before the gay-marriage thing. My bad.""
wheee.
mother fuckers...why do they fucking care? they seem to not understand that some people are good and some people are assholes and assigning a set of rules to predict what one or the other shall be is silly.// i don't care what you want, how you were born or what you believe...are you good to me as a neighbor as a coworker and a person etc. right then.
does it bring you joy?
is it hurting anyone?
right then.