I wonder why

Okay. I know my politics are not the flavor that everyone prefers. I get that. In fact, I kind of like that. Because if everyone thought like me, I wouldn’t think like me. BUT the fact that some things are even an issue to be contended make me think that I left the world and woke up in some really demented Oz.

I don’t think I should tell anyone how to live their life. I say that first. And in that vein, I don’t believe as a Massachusetts voter, I really have any say in how another state votes or doesn’t vote. But, I still find a voyeuristic fascination with the up and coming election in Maine.

There is a major question about gay marriage on the ballot. I know this is hotly contested throughout the country. So hot in some places, people shut up about it to protect their safety. But… come on… really? Why, why, why, why, why, why, why is this an issue?

I don’t get it. I really don’t get it. Okay. I do. We have such weird discomfort with sex. Double standards. Selective intolerance. But… it’s really bizarre. Isn’t love the greatest thing on earth? Well, except, maybe, um, being alive. Breathing. Walking. Having working body parts. That’s all pretty terrific stuff. Why is it so awful to make the body feel good… and if you follow some philosophies on the notion… make it feel alive? Why should it matter to any of us who does it and with whom? Shouldn’t we just applaud the fact that these people are appreciating one another’s physical forms and not trying to destroy them to the point of non-existence?

Um, yeah, no. Destruction is much more acceptable in our society than celebration. Try to take away someone’s gun and that is an intolerable infringement of a personal right. Take away someone’s ability to legally have a family and that is a moral choice. WTF? 

Does anyone else see the illogic here? Why do we embrace hatred and intolerance so much more than love? I’m not talking love of heaven and the hereafter. I’m talking LOVE of our fellow human beings who feel and bleed and love and hurt just as much as you do. Why are their passion and blood and emotional pain any less valuable than yours? Why… why in the name of God would you condemn them to be unhappy?

Maybe you’ve heard this story. Maybe you haven’t. But if you read this story and for some reason read my blog and still think gay marriage is an evil that must be squashed, I want to know why the hurt of this family is right. In what reality is their anguish in any way a less valid consequence than losing a gun permit?