It's been a minute since we gays have had to bear the brunt of responsibility for a hurricane, tsunami, earthquake or some other act of massive desctruction. But now Pope Benedict XVI has come to our rescue by saying gay marriage threatens "the future of humanity itself." Well at least we got an upgrade in our destruct-o-meter. According to The Advocate:
"The Catholic pontiff made the comment in his annual State of the World address to the diplomats from about 180 nations who are assigned to the Vatican, Reuters reports. He said the traditional family, “based on the marriage of a man and a woman,” is “not a simple social convention, but rather the fundamental cell of every society. Consequently, policies which undermine the family threaten human dignity and the future of humanity itself."
Okay, first of all, marriage was a social convention long before it was based on any type of mutual love and committment. Marriage was for the most part a pre-arranged business transcation between families in which land and money were exchanged to strengthen said families' influence and power. Women often had little or no say when came to saying "I do" (Peep those Bible passages about making women marry their rapists in exchange for 50 shekels or being stoned to death if found guilty of adultery for confirmation).
Second of all, when will religious leaders understand that they can't legislate morality? You don't want gays getting married in your gaudy sanctuary? Fine. Those are your beliefs. Key word being your. You can't turn around (at least in most Western countries) and dictate whether or not gay folks can get married outside of your church walls.
And finally, I think an organization that has a decades-long history of looking the other way while their officials pass altar boys around like a pack of menthols in a penitentiary is much more dangerous than two guys or girls that want to walk down the aisle. People in kid-banging houses shouldn't throw stones m'kay? Plus it's hard for me to take seriously the opinions of any adult whose day-to-day wardrobe consists of a giant coffee filter on his head and gowns that would make Liberace give a Z-formation snap from his grave.