scot is a bad person

He is.

And so am I:

I am disrespectful and uncivil. When people characterize my marriage as inspired by Satan, tell me our children should have other parents, and tell me my children have social defects, I don’t just accept it for the loving words of truth that they are. When a person characterizes my family as a threat to all that is good and the very fabric of society, I actually tell them they are wrong, and often compound the insult by citing data. Our opponents, they totally love us, a lot, and look how I treat them. Why can’t we just leave them alone?

I am intolerant. Sure, on the plus side I had no issue with groups until they start advocating harm to my family in law. I’ll still fight for their right to believe what they want about my family or teach or do what they want in their churches, but I just can’t tolerate it when they don’t tolerate people with our anatomy sharing equal legal status with them. I get all intolerant when people act to exclude my family; it’s no wonder they get confused at my strange behavior. And get this: I even have a hard time maintaining friendships with people who act to hurt my family! Why the Gods of tolerance don’t just strike me down is anybody’s guess.

I am religiously intolerant. When a human, like so many others throughout history, tells me he has The Truth and God speaks to him, and he just knows that the most sacred institution in my life is a perversion, I have the unmitigated gaul to tell him that I’d think God would find such a characterization and treatment of love to be the perversion. I’m a regular Marxist that way. It’s just fortunate that all those world religions show true tolerance and respect towards each other.

I am contemptuous of the rights of others. When people treat my family in a way they’d not want their family treated, take legal rights they enjoy away from us, and toss out the equal protection clauses in our constitutions as meaningless trash, I just get these weird urges. I may even go so far as to tell them to knock it off in a public street, and with, of all things, words! I just have no respect for the ideals in our constitution, so much so that people have to weaken those ideals in order to protect them from our families.

I am selfish. I spend a great number of my waking hours (some when I should be sleeping) trying to figure out how to protect children and spouses in law from the selfless folks fighting for children and families. Why can’t I just see that it’s good for kids to, say, not have access to their parent’s health insurance? Why must I think I know the best person with whom I should build a family? Why must I be so self-centered as to think it’s not good for gay couples to be able to break their vows without legal consequence? I disgust myself sometimes.

I am a bigot. I am. I have some pretty nasty preconceptions of people who practice bigotry, and sometimes I’ll even get angry at them. I’m so low that I teach that bigotry against bigotry to my children!

I am anti-family. In fact, just to spite The Family, I’ve practiced life-long monogamy, am raising two amazing children, and am deeply in love with the man I’ve been married to for well over a decade. To top off the insult, my children have a stay-at-home parent, and their parents never fight. We all know (around this suburb of Utah at least) that’s not what real family is about. Why, if I had my way, the modern family wouldn’t be nearly as exciting for children or couples as it is today.

I am anti-marriage. That’s why I want legal marriage so badly, because I just hate it so much it hurts. Won’t it be a great day when, after the gays have their way, children are raised by robot nursemaids in socialist communes, and couples will (by mandate from commandant Obama) finally separate and live the swinging lifestyle in gay bars all night? Boy, that’ll be great.

I am anti-traditional marriage. It’s wrong for me and it would mean splitting up my child’s home and courting a person with whom I’d find the idea of physical, emotional, and familial intimacy wrong at it’s core, and so that, of course, means I’m against man-woman marriage for everyone. It doesn’t matter that I think traditional marriage is wonderful, miraculous, and one of the most precious institutions on earth, one that I dearly respect in everyone from my parent to friends. I’m still against it, just like people who use Braille to read are anti-reading and anti-seeing. We just can’t have different ways of doing things for different people, and pro-gay marriage logically means anti-traditional marriage, and I guess that’s what I am.

Lastly, I am a sore loser. I just can’t get it thought my thick skull that a fight for equal rights is like some competition of sport. When my family is hurt by others I simply lack even a sliver of the moral character needed to lay down and take it quietly. Yep, I whine, even fight back. But what do you expect from fags like us? I come from a long line of sore losers, from the protesting sodomite prepped for torture on the inquisitioner’s slab, to the drag queens who had enough of police harassment at the Stonewall Inn. We just don’t know when the game is over, when the human race has stopped moving forward; we just don’t know when it’s time to give up hope.

I guess I’m just a really bad person.

Written by Scot on the Isocrat.org Blog.