Tuesday, 7 May 2013

To ALL Earthlings: Letter about Equal Marriage

My dear fellow Earthlings,

most of you are decent people, and a few are even quite awesome. When it comes to marriage, you don't care if it's Paul and Jenny getting married or Paul and John or Jenny and Susan - because it's none of your business, and unless you're invited and you've got to buy a new suit or a new dress (and a hat and gloves and new shoes), you basically don't care.

Now... to the happy bunch of cavemen who think that they can go and demonstrate and sign petitions about marriage equality, I'll ask you who died and made you kings (and queens)?
What is it to you? I mean, you personally - what does it change in your life if Paul and John or Jenny and Susan get married? Answer: Nothing. Bloody nothing. Fuck all.
You know what? Your entire tribe is behaving like adult bullies (and you often drag your offspring to demonstrations, which shows you're irresponsible).
If you think you have the right to prevent Paul from marrying John and Jenny from marrying Susan, then why-oh-why don't Paul, John, Jenny and Susan have a say about your getting married, eh? Because you're "normal"? Piece of news, Cupcake: nothing is "normal". There are things you do that are barmy according to other people, and things that they find normal that you'd find not normal, and all that because we're all different.
If you don't want other people to say that you - let's call you Birgit [and if one does follow the European news, there's some clue in that particular name] - cannot marry "Wilhelm" just because he's blue-eyed, then you cannot, my dear Birgit, go out and demonstrate against Paul/John and Jenny/Susan because you feel entitled to do so, because you think that their couple doesn't deserve to tie the knot officially because they're not a pseudo-sacrosanct man-woman couple, and because you think that their love is not as good as yours.
Basically, we're back to "who died and made you king"?
You see, Birgit, I don't want to interfere with your life, and you've got no right to interfere with mine or with Paul's, John's, Jenny's or Susan's.

The two cherries on that sad cake are that you've got religion being mixed in the topic, and then your sorry lot adds children, too.
First, religion? Which one? Who said that your religion was the only one? Here's another free piece of news: you're not the only one who believes in Zeus or the Tooth Fairy or the Great Whatever. Religions were invented because bipeds were afraid of their own shadows when they left their caves (and it's a bloody good - and easy - way to control the scared, brainwashed sheeple). So, please, stop shoving your beliefs and fright down the throats of decent people, who merely want to live a quiet life and share some love before Death comes to pay them a visit.
Then, children... So, according to you, it's better for children to rot in sordid orphanages than to entrust them to Paul&John or Jenny&Susan. Because heterosexual couples are so much better. I'm not saying that homosexual couples are perfect, but if one takes into account the number of Kafkaesque hoops they've got to go through whilst they navigate through awful and nasty bumpf, one has to think that Paul&John and Jenny&Susan really, really, really want to rescue an orphan and give him or her a good home and a good family.
You'll have to admit that a lot of bipeds have children a bit by chance - a hazardous consequence of sex that they decide to keep (I won't mention the few nut-cases in your lot who have as many children as they can spawn because they believe that's what their god wants: the Earth has other plans for these careless twats).
So, Birgit (yea, you, again, Dearie), when you say that a child needs a mother and a father, I'll say that you really don't care about the children (because monitoring all new adoptions - and I do mean all - would create jobs, and that would be good - except that governments usually don't want to give money to protect children and educate them properly: buying weapons and paying generals is more important in their books).
You see, Birgit, some children have lost one parent (that happened to me), others only have a mother or a father by a twist of Fate, and others have parents who divorced and cannot stand each other and made sure that the children would never see the other parent. There are millions of possibilities, and no two families are the same. Once more, you're clinging to a kind of idealized version of life; a pretty script that you could re-write if need be, but, Birgit dearest, life isn't a film (though you'd probably fail at that, too - no, wait! You are a failure in humanity because your narrow-mindedness is making you judge people who don't know you, and who were kind enough to not judge you in the first place). I'm not going to be kind and nice with you because bullying must be fought - always.
Birgit dearest, you have no right to demonstrate in order to shout on telly that you're against Paul/John and Jenny/Susan getting married, because it's against your Book (there's no frigging god; stop being afraid and stop being a pest), because it'd hurt children if those arrogant homosexual couples were allowed to adopt these cherubim (how many orphans have you rescued from orphanages, Birgit? Um? How many?), and because marriage is only for procreation. Don't deny it, girl, I heard you being interviewed. Does it mean that old people can no longer get married because they can no longer have children? Does it mean that couples composed of people who caught viruses or had accidents or whatever and who, in consequence, are still young but can no longer have children cannot get married?
No.
You're exclusively targeting homosexual couples because you have a brain the size of a pea and you've got no heart - oh, and you're an adult bully.

So, Birgits of the world, you and your male equivalent can go to your hell and roast there for all eternity (which is just a figure of speech, since there's no hell, and all we've got is this life, which is why I'm so angry when I hear your lot working against love and marriage - whilst you can tie the knot with whoever you want).
Go do some charity work, bake cakes, stop wars, write poetry, create a new variety of roses, or whatever, but stop being pains in the neck who think they're got the right to bully others.
Merlin! You make me feel like a crèche headmistress who's teaching babies how to behave in society.
Grow up, and mind your own business!
Nothing is being taken from your lives, so let others be happy. Ta. Muchly.

Love,
Dru

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