It’s the end of the world as we know it…
February 8th 2012
It’s chaos out there.
First, there was the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals upholding the Walker ruling that found Prop 8 was unconstitutional. The populace of California, many of whom graduated from the eighth grade, did not have the right to deny legal rights to select parts of the Constitution.
I immediately ran over the the County Courthouse, and found thousands of married couples lining up to file for divorce. No surprise there, of course. This is, after all, California. But the crowd seemed more agitated than usual.
I spoke to one beefy looking lumberjack sort who was towing a sweet little eighteen year old thing while crying convulsively and wiping snot off on his flannel sleeve.
“Wrong team won the Superbowl?” I asked, cautiously.
“N-n-no! I won $50 bucks on that. It’s this faggot marriage thing!”
“Um, the Prop 8 ruling.”
“Whatever number it was. It’s wrong, just wrong. The bible sez so!”
“So why are you here?”
“Giting a dee-vorce!” I looked at his wife, who shrugged and gave me a fuzzy smile. Oxycontin is still popular in these parts.