Noooooooo. I'm NOT getting married again. It's not a matter of being scared. It's practicality. There is just too much to do. I won't go into detail, but my plate is full.
Socially, I plan to date around a bit, meet some of the opposite sex and try to enjoy their company IOW make friends.
Now enough about me.
It's commitment. It's a sacred bond. It's a decision to be made by to adults.
And this isn't about gays getting married. There is the thought (joke) that if they want to be as miserable as straights, why not?
It does bring up my point however.
People are begging the state to sanction their unions.
The state has no business in such affairs.
You have to get a 'license' to marry. License is begging the state permission to do something totally lawful.
Like my lifetime permit to carry from the State of Indiana. The state says it's ok for me to carry 'for protection' a sidearm. Actually I can carry as many as I want. You should see me fully decked out.
I don't do it because the state says it's ok. I carry because it's my right.
Covering my ass legally? Yes. Sellout? No.
The time will come when the state's boat aint gonna float anymore. Then we go back to the way it was intended by the Founders.
So I'm not married to the state. We broke up long ago, when I learned to think for myself.
License to marry. License to carry. Soon, unless we stop them, we'll need a license to fart.
The Great Divorce is coming.
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