Sorry about the meager posting, I’ve been busy. But here’s a piece from Megan McArdle that just popped up on the internet [where else?] and which provides us with a chance to jeer and hoot. You didn’t think we’d be left with only standard issue wingnut jabbery as regards the same-sex SCOTUS tilt? Did ya?
In some sense, it doesn’t really matter how the Supreme Court rules on the gay marriage case it’s hearing today. The culture war is over on this front, and gay marriage has won. Even if it loses at the Supreme Court this term, it will win in the legislatures . . . because it is already winning in popular opinion.
As usual Meg will prefer to cut to the chase because that’s smart, which is kewl. If only the gays with their tedious legal gripes could be so chill. South Carolina, who waited 150 years after the Civil War to outlaw slavery, would have no problems at all with dozin’ on the couch and playin’ video games and generally smokin’ a doob Dixie-wise instead of going el-seven Bill Lumbergh over the latest civil rights denial. M’yeah, I’m gonna have to ask you to legalize this before 2014, mmmkay, that’d be great. That’s not how they roll.
The ways the rest of the world will roll, you read and you marvel at:
At this point, it’s just a matter of time. In some sense, the sexual revolution is over . . . and the forces of bourgeois repression have won.
Any smarter and Megan cuts past the chase. Then we don’t even recognize her any more. ‘Honey? Gay people are the new Amish?’ ‘Ha. Pity the poor fool that wrote that.’
That’s right, I said it: this is a landmark victory for the forces of staid, bourgeois sexual morality. Once gays can marry, they’ll be expected to marry. And to buy sensible, boring cars that are good for car seats.
Gay people famously do whatever silly thing the straights want them to do. In the past it was sucking each other off, and enjoying it. Next up, after the nod from Scalia, the gays get delivered the twin delicacies of privilege: Velveeta and Viagra. We had to wait some time before Megan figured this out — the squares and hipsters have been locked in a game of master n’ slave. Wait until Pat Robertson hears, there won’t be enough twink porn (or Kleenex) in all of Christendom.
I know, it feels like we’re riding an exciting wave away from the moral dark ages and into the bright, judgement free future. But moral history is not a long road down which we’re all marching; it’s more like a track. Maybe you change lanes a bit, but you generally end up back where you started. Sometimes you’re on the licentious, “anything goes” portion near the bleachers, and sometimes you’re on the straight-and-narrow prudish bit in front of the press box. Most of the time you’re in between. But you’re still going in circles.
I see little good in that. Better to do homosexuals a cultural ‘solid’ by denying them their rights. Given how well they interpret Cole Porter, probably best that we go back to the days when it was alright to beat them in the alley. Just to be safe.