I’m not dead, but if I were my respiratory system wouldn’t have the fun of feeling prickly and icky and unable to draw in enough breath all at the same time. Click on the link if you would like a jolly fun reminder of Monty Python.
Hmm, since I’m not dead, and it seems that I’m not going to be dead anytime in the near future, on to other things. I’m on pins and needles waiting for the South Carolina and Nevada primary results. Wait, that’s not me. That was some analyst on NPR this morning. Hmm, I have something. Today, I sat in a room full of people that I am 100% certain that I am saner. Then again, that could happen at any Trump rally.
My life has gotten much less fun to write about since 80% of it is confidential. Here’s something though “Georgia State Senate: Body Passes Bill Allowing Faith-Based Exemption From Anti-Discrimination Laws.” I have one question has any minister ever been forced to marry anyone that they didn’t want to marry by the State or Federal government? No, you say. Why? Well, there is this awesome thing in the 1st Amendment to the Constitution that guarantees a SEPARATION of church and state. If your bigotted church refuses to marry people of the same gender or of different ethnicities it sucks, but the State and Feds can’t do anything about it. Unless, of course, they publicly endorse a political candidate for the pulpit. That can get your tax-exempt status pulled quickly.
So, my lovely Georgians who were so up in arms, the people who are leading you, riling you up, telling you that this must happen or else, have been lying to you. I don’t know why? As a counselor, I have some ideas and most have to do with repression and deep self-hatred.
More than anything, why do YOU care so much? How does this impact your life in any way? Do you believe that hordes of homosexuals are going to come out of the woodworks and take over you town? Homosexuals live their lives just like everyone else. At some point in your life you were probably friends with one and didn’t even know. They buy houses, go to work, drive cares, and have children. Well, some of them do. The rest are off living fabulous dual income lives without nasty diapers, car seats, and the PTO.