The Liberal Minister of Justice for Gays, Erwin Cotler, needs to wash his hair today. He looks positively greasy.
He’s on state-run media in a news conference he’s called about marriage—gay ‘marriage’ of course, like I had to tell ya!, and his emergency gay ‘marriage’ legislation which is moving faster than they moved on the DART team (which isn’t saying much so that kinda backfired in a strange way, huh?), and a draft bill should be ready next week (now THAT’S faster than they moved the DART team).
He keeps harping on the fact that we shouldn’t worry because it doesn’t touch religious marriage—it just allows civil marriage of gays and lesbians (presumably limited to just those people, and I’ll watch for the wording on that, since the Charter of Rights doesn’t currently specifically mention anything about gays and lesbians being married in any which way now).
Which got me thinking: Everybody knows I’m married. But nobody knows if I was married in a religious ceremony or a civil ceremony. After all, it really doesn’t matter. All they know is that I’m married. That’s the institution—marriage. Not the “religion” attached to it—it’s just the idea of marriage that they (people) connect to me. Nobody knows if anybody was married in a “civil” or “religious” marriage unless they were there or they ask.
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