A Marriage by Any Other Name....would stink.

My apologies to Shakespeare.

I have just finished watching a documentary on same-sex marriage. Same Sex America chronicles seven Massachusetts couples during that state's fight over same-sex marriage. For the last half hour of the show I sat on my couch, just me and my box of Kleenex; crying as the marriages took place.

I am not one of those right-wing conservatives that are crying over the loss of the sanctity of marriage. I am one of those conservatives who think that the sanctity of marriage was lost when the divorce rate rose above 50%. The crying came, as one by one, all the participants in these marriages wept over the signing of the marriage license. Most weddings have a couple of older ladies, crying under the nettings of their blue hats; but in this instance, all the participants were crying over the simplicity of a legal document.

The Silence is Broken

Where to begin? Some blogs have a central theme, an underlying reason for existing. Not this blog. This will be about...nothing, everything, whatever I am reading, whoever I have spoken to, things that annoy me, and the little bits of stupid trivia that I am always picking up.

You are probably waiting for an introduction. For starters, I am 27, married with one daughter. I have spent most of my life here in Augusta. I am somewhat involved in local politics, so from time to time, or all the time, you will hear my ranting on political/governmental issues.