I really don’t like getting into debates that I don’t think about much.
Don’t get me wrong, I am continuously up for an argument, but most of the time it is for my own enjoyment.
But, this morning I read OUR, yes our, immigration minister Peter Dutton warned CEO’s to “stick to their knitting”, and said the Turnbull government “would not be bullied” into changing its stance on gay marriage.
Now normally if people ask me what I think of gay marriage, I say, I don’t.
What the fuck has it got to do with me. Everyone I meet I immediately bring sexuality into the conversation so that I can disclose that I am heterosexual, plus, I find the debate… well…. distasteful.
Not because I think a couple of blokes pashing at the alter is distasteful, but, because if society is more worried about two of its’ members loving each other and wanting to spend their lives together than:
- Our soldiers dying fighting wars over…. fuck knows what they are over.
- Aboriginal communities living worse than 3rd world countries.
- Hunger and kids dying in 3rd world countries.
- Politicians salaries and honesty.
- The debate on climate change.
- The road toll.
- Domestic violence.
- etc etc etc etc
… if they are more worried about gay marriage than the list above (which is twice as long as this, no, make that 10 times longer than this) then we are all doomed.
I just don’t get it! We are allowing, even legislating in favour of things that hurt our society – often hurt our souls unretrievable; yet, we won’t let a couple of people do something that I can’t see hurting anyone.
I’m not going to discuss divorce here – because most times everyone gets hurt some way or another in divorce – but, in a divorce (other than the disgrace of domestic violence) it is usually a civil (both figuratively and legally!) situation with the biggest argument is who gets the house and who gets to turn the kids against the other one.
But, gay marriage – what the fuck! How can that hurt anyone.
I was chatting to a mate the other day (a bloody Catholic, so I pointed out he was a member of the worlds largest criminal organisation – in jest of course – please don’t sue me Pope Francis!) who I thought was a pretty open and accepting thinker. He said he believed in gay marriage but (I love the ‘but’ at this point – and not in a gay way!) it should be a civil thing and have nothing to do with the church. I thought a couple of things at this point:
- Gay marriage in his view was okay, legally, just don’t tell God about it.
- Who said he spoke for God, because he was.
- It was nice that he didn’t take the normal church view of all gays go to hell – or maybe he did and the marriage thing was all a clever ploy so that at the Pearly Gates St Peter already had the documentation to send you straight to hell.
- It was one of the lesbians we were drinking with turn to shout in the round and her and her partner (wife – well not yet – they had only been together 17 years – which is longer than any of my marriages!) they had wandered over to a booth and were now grinding each other in a mild pawn scene when alI wanted was a beer and to stop trying to convince a Catholic he was wrong.
It all became too much so I started talking about the footy. Immediately the AFL Womens’ League was brought up so I went for a piss and never came back.
I write what I think here, I write what I want (it’s my blog!), I also try to write what I feel.
I feel, we should stop giving such a fuck, and endlessly debating, stuff that doesn’t hurt the world (your soul is another matter – and completely and rightfully a matter for yourself!) and is so unimportant in comparison to some of the stuff that is going on – but, our lives are drowning is trivial and bullshit.
Please don’t be offended GLTGBDXSH groups (I didn’t know the acronym. I knew it started with Gay and Lesbian so I randomly pressed keys for the others as I don’t care enough about the acronym for me to even pop of this page and Google it) – it’s not that I don’t care about you, its that I don’t care enough about you in comparison to other things that could kill me tomorrow, or economically destroy me and our country, save a childs’ life, stop another domestic violence death, save a kid from dying in a gutter from drugs or being molested (probably by a Catholic)…..
Come on world, come on straight people, come on gay people (and all the other acronym people), come on Catholics (I withdraw that one – they’re not listening…) come on politicians – more important, come on community and Business leaders….. fucking concentrate, just for a moment on the things that matter.
I hope one day I can go to a proper gay wedding. I have been to a few ‘pretend’ ones as the law says they are not real – but, do we need the law to say our love and commitment is not pretend – maybe, who knows, I know I don’t. I know one thing, oppose gay marriage or march down the street in support, either way it doesn’t save one kids from starvation.
I do hope in the future I can go to a legal gay wedding; after all I’m a heterosexual male Australian and I’ll go anywhere for free beer.
PS: I left the ‘stick to their knitting’ phrase alone in Dutton’s comments as it was just too much to tackle before my first beer of the day – anyone know where there’s a wedding today!
PPS: This blog may contain a few typos and grammatical errors, but I just couldn’t care enough to proof read this more than once – I’d get my wife to do it, but she’s knitting me a jumper and i don’t want to interrupt her before she cooks my dinner.
Example: the average dickhead will often have manipulated themselves into a position of authority . The reason this has happened is that everyone else thought that they were the only one that thought this person was a dickhead and didn’t want to speak out in the event that everyone else thought they were the dickhead. Hence the dickheads rule supreme because everyone else who is not a dickhead doesn’t want to be one. It is like the old catch 22 movie – in that you only realise you are a dickhead when you are not one, and if you are one you never realise you are.
e to your next tactic – just give them what they want. Sound absurd, but think about it. They are a dickhead and just want to keep asking you for things that you cannot give – so turn the tables on them and ask them what they want. When they request it, give it to them – dickhead problem solved as they have nothing to argue about. Of course most times it won’t get to this as merely asking them what they want will throw them into confusion as what they really want, deep down, it to shit you off and be a dickhead. Of course later on when it all turns to shit, you just blame them anyway as you used that magnificent get our of gaol free card… delegation.
Well I have been writing a lot of political and philosophical stuff in the last couple of posts (I even swore in a few and posted one of those on LinkedIn – oh, how naughty to actually print fuck!) and during that time I got to thinking what it must be like to be other people.
work!
something.
a tool box trolley to wheel my tool boxes around. This is of course only needed when the ‘shed toolbox’ does not have a tool I need and I have to bring the ‘car toolbox’ into the shed or visa versa. Plus if you have the tool box on wheels and are using the stool on wheels you can actually do all your jobs again by just scooting around on your stool and having your tool box in tow – and getting beer at the same time.
sausage sizzle or the morning pancake parade while trying to feed 100s of our own kids and the 100s that always seem to be hanging around (and recently writing things on our shopping list that they would like us to have in our house for them!). This ‘family BBQ’ is the next generation with a built in table, it’s own set of tools and I have got rid of the annoying little ‘fat cup’ underneath and put in a ‘fat channel’ that directs all the fat into beer can that you throw away at the end of the day (my Mother would be horrified as this ‘dripping’ was what she cooked all our breakfast eggs in – usually at a depth of about 3 cms!).