Overkill is the only word to describe the debate surrounding gay marriage, surrounding because whatever is passing for debate completely ignores the real issue, homosexuality is a human aberration, reason dictates it.
Reason, using the vehicle of logic in a progression to an end is usually the point of a debate. One moves step by step to a conclusion that cannot be denied. There are winners and losers in a debate. There is no such thing as debate for debate’s sake. Apparently, in this one we skipped over the entire subject of the debate and arrived at the ridiculous conclusion that homosexuality is normal. Then we moved on using the word debate to mean endless discussion so as not to force a return to the real subject.
When did we legitimize homosexuality and lesbianism (former encompasses latter in the vernacular) in the first place? Shouldn’t we be discussing whether or not the institution of homosexuality is compatible with the institution of normal human behavior before we discuss the legitimacy of homosexuality and the institution of marriage?
Today, as a result of political correctness, being frank is akin to being boorish, but frankness many times has not only clarity about it but sometimes its impact serves to force focus where there is a consistently blithe refusal to do so. Therefore, allow this for both clarity and impact: homosexuality is nothing more or less than aberrant sexual behavior. It exists for no other reason. This is not my opinion, it is fact.
One brick does not a whole foundation make, but it does represent the foundation. We’ll call him John. He and I didn’t know each other that well when we were growing up, John was more a mutual friend of another friend I’ll call Tom. I’d see John every so often in the neighborhood, we’d hang around with Tom and the other guys, play baseball at the playground, get in trouble, do what normal boys do in those formative years. But somewhere within those years of shaping and developing, something happened to John. I didn’t see it since we weren’t close enough I suppose, but Tom did, not an overt change, but an evolving difference in interests and outlooks enough to set John apart.
Years passed, John and I never saw each other again, but occasionally I’d ask Tom if he’d seen John, how was he doing etc. etc., you know how that goes. I’d ask more or less for Tom’s benefit since I knew they still maintained a close friendly relationship. As often happens between two men who literally grew up together, guys from the same neighborhood, the same streets, the same ethnic backgrounds, more like brothers than friends who spend an evening drinking wine and eating good food, the discussion went back and forth in staccato fashion, but without bit, harness or point until the subject of homosexuality came up, passed and went on to my occasional inquiry about John. Tom stopped talking, something so unusual and unexpected I stopped drinking my wine, something more unusual and unexpected.
I inquired, Tom responded with a story I will do my best to tell without coloring it in any way whatsoever.
John was a homosexual living the life of a homosexual in a large city. He was tortured by his homosexuality. He didn’t hate being homosexual, he hated what homosexuality did to him. Like a drug addict, he told Tom his need for sex with other men consumed him, it was all he thought about, all he spent his days searching for, all his body craved to the point of dissipation. Tom said John was a shadow of the human being he once was, often homeless, looking much older than his years, aimless, at times jobless, but still driven by his need for sex with other men, a need which was becoming more and more dangerous with age. Like a homosexual Gollum, John had become consumed by his “precious.”
To be perfectly frank, the story did not surprise me. I’d heard it before, several times in fact, ignored it until one such story hit home. It is unnecessary and potentially cruel to expand on how I knew the subject of the following. Suffice it to say he was a truly wonderful human being. I say, was because he is no longer alive. His homosexuality killed him, not from AIDS, but from the need to satisfy an aberrant appetite which brought him in contact with human trash who put no value on life. He was murdered in cold blood, not for being a homosexual, but because of it. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time searching for the wrong thing.
The pictures we see of homosexuals are always very pretty. They’re getting married, adopting or having children by some method other than intercourse, telling the world it’s all about love and decorating with good taste, but there is another reality, a very real reality which, if shown in the cold light of truth can be summed up in one declaration from John, a dissipated, demoralized, self-admitted wretch of a human being when describing his life to Tom, “I’m ruled by my genitalia.”
Can two people of the same sex love each other? Of course they can. I love my brother, my sons and grandsons more than life itself. I love my best friend as I would any blood brother. But when one uses the term, “love” to mean what is only sex, both heterosexually and homosexually, it is a perversion of the greatest human emotion as well as the greatest human act.
Is homosexuality wrong? Yes, it is, but so is fornication outside of marriage, still, people do it. Does marriage make sex legitimate? No, it only provides a hope of love and a pledge of loyalty, but fewer and fewer of us take that commitment very seriously today. Is marriage a right? Of course not, it is a contract within an institution which was created by man and sanctioned by God. If it is not a right, but a contractual obligation within a recognizable institution, why are we discussing homosexual marriage at all? Make a contract with each other and live by it. Why do you need our blessing? To legitimize yourselves? To force the rest of us to legitimize you?
This is what we’ve devolved to, avoiding the real issue of whether or not homosexuality is a natural state or a perversion. Logically, there can only be one conclusion. If homosexuality was a natural state and all people were homosexual, there would be no human race. If the entire idea behind the human race, and big science tells us so, is procreation, how can homosexuality be anything other than a perversion of the natural order? It cannot be otherwise.
Nevertheless, there are homosexuals and they are human beings. We are, by our nature and codes, bound to treat them as we treat everyone else, but not better than others, not in a way such that our principles and morality are trampled on just to accommodate their perversions. Go, be happy, do what you please, but do not impose it on the rest of us. We will not be forced to recognize your perversion as normal. This is not hatred, it isn’t evil, it’s not even a remonstrance, it’s a demand for our right to live in a society of morals commensurate with standards we have applied for centuries which have proven valuable as well as successful. We choose to be ruled by our brains, not our genitalia.