RANT: Two of these things are not like the others, two of these things don’t belong:
Senator Dawson Hodgson
Former Fox new hosts Glenn Beck and Bill O’Reilly
Senator Leo Raptakis
New York Ranger Sean Avery
Former basketball player Charles Barkely
Former VP Dick Chaney
State representative Anthony Giarrusso
C’mon. Mssrs Giarusso and Raptakis. Wake up and smell the spiced chai. You are fighting a losing battle on the gay marriage thing. But do what you have to do.
As for me, I don’t care who a person marries ... as long as it’s another person.
The other day, I googled “pet marriage legal” and one of the concerns that popped up early in the search was whether it is legal to marry your dog (it seems cats and cockatoos don’t rank as potential love mates). In case you are wondering, the answer to that question is no (there was apparently one case in India, but it was a ritual to ward off evil as opposed to a case of true – dare I say? – puppy love).
OK, the reason I googled the subject in the first place is because my niece’s dog was marrying her BFF (the pooch’s best friend, not my niece’s – still with me?).
Am I the only one who is surprised that doggie nuptials are big business in the States? Turns out there are wedding specialists who do everything from organizing the formal wear to picking up ). There was news of one wedding (between Chilly and – wait for it – Baby Hope Diamond) that cost $250,000. Before anyone says, “Now THAT should be illegal,” I should add that the money went to charity.
The thing is, no one seems to feel that Rover and, for all we know, Rover exchanging vows – or is it bow wows? – is an insult to the sanctity of marriage. (I have to ask, do you think they have an anniversary every 1.7 months?)
Yes, I know, you can’t compare two animals being allowed to marry to two people being allowed to legally declare their commitment to each other. But my point, albeit roundabout, is, does marriage really belong to one group or religion?
In my mind, it is that kind of narrow thinking that truly belittles the institution.
RAVE: Say what you will about snow and its fallout – that it contains some unknown chemical that makes people forget how to drive, that it is a pain to shovel (especially the heavy, icy kind that came down Wednesday morning), that the plows in this town are part of an evil secret society whose mission is to barricade your driveway as soon as you have finished shoveling, that there is no such thing as pretty yellow snow, that it is hard to walk gracefully over an ice patch, that cold weather is invigorating for about only two minutes, that no one looks good in a down coat, that even the lightest sprinkling delays or cancels school and then what do you do with the kids?, that overnight snowstorms mean waking up an hour earlier just to have time for shoveling (and reshoveling after the plows have concluded their dark task), that my heating bill goes through the roof (along with the heat) every winter, that the subsequent sanding makes the roads messy, that regardless of the road conditions, my 82-year-old dad still insists on driving to his daily buffet lunch (breathe easy, he lives on Long Island) – I LOVE THE STUFF! Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! (If you are in the opposite camp, here is a variation on the song to keep you happy: http://www.lyricsondemand.com/christmascarols/i/ihatesnowlyrics.html)