Both Jeffs (mine and the other one) have posted about Mark Morford's recent column in SF Gate, "Where Is My Gay Apocalypse," wondering why we've not seen the wrath of God that the religious right would have us believe should have occurred upon the granting of gay marriages in San Francisco (and elsewhere).
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.
....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.
It's funny. Go read it.
[Update: 2:41 am. I see that Anna also had posted a link to this piece, as had Mac over at Go Fish. That's what I get for not having had the time to check all my Bloglines feeds since Thursday evening until now. Friday was such a bitch at work, I didn't even get to check my personal email until after 4pm, and only for 5 minutes, and still ended up working an hour and 15 minutes past closing.]
Yes, once you people are allowed to get married, the next thing you know, you'll want to get into the arts and theatre, or *gasp* be waiters. Chaos would ensue.