it's a free country

Well the whole point of the Illinois concealed carry thing is that the supremes cram stuff down everybody's throat, and if they don't like it too bad, that is the role the founding fathers gave the court as written in the constitution, so quit yapping about it.

Of course none of the minorities in the white Christian paradise of Cheboygan has made any trouble.  Being outnumbered a hundred to one tends to make one hold one's tongue. 

Gays in small towns generally leave them when they grow up because a bigger city will have more gays, just because it has more people and because other gays will have flocked to it, so I don't imagine you have many of them living there, and that they keep a low profile.  Moderate internet research did reveal a gay bar in Petoskey, but I don't know how big it is.

We have had quite a few gay guys in the watercolor class, and I can't say that I have seen them ever make a spectacle of themselves.  We have a whole lot of them in the city, and they generally don't make a public spectacle of themselves.  Well one day of the year they have the gay pride parade which is quite the public spectacle, but not near the spectacle, for instance of the St Paddy's day parade, or the Italians or the Filipinos or anybody else who likes to march to their music wearing their native costume.

I don't know, I don't think you'd object to the St Patrick's day parade, I don't think you'd object to the Cheboygan White Straight Christians parade, if they had one, even if they made a public spectacle of themselves.  I don't think you hate public spectacles in and of themselves, and you claim that you are fine and dandy with GBHs as long as they don't make public spectacles of themselves.

So it seems that the only thing you don't like is when GBHs make a public spectacle of themselves, which never happens in Cheboygan because there's hardly any of them, and you claim that you don't much care about what happens down south, so why are you complaining at all?

Oh that's right, because the folks down south are trying to make you marry your gay dog.  Well pucker up Buttercup, because it is going to happen.  Well not really, no gay dog, no marriage.  Whatever is between you and your hypothetical wife will be exactly the same.

I don't think whatever gays there are in Cheboygan will have a hard time at all finding people to marry them, bake their cakes, play music for the party afterwards, attend if for no other reason than the free bar, and likely make a public spectacle of themselves because what the hell it is a free country isn't it?  Well except for grim Beaglesonia which doesn't cotton to that crap, and there is Beagles himself armed with Old Betsy and scowling that righteous scowl on the frontier.

But hey wouldn't a marriage in a rye field which is just sprouting in the spring be delightful?  And here is a wad of cash so big that Old Betsy could be outfitted with a gold trigger, and wouldn't she love showing that off to the Beaglesonian family of armaments? 

It's business Baby, business.  Don't you always vote for the party of business?  Go with the flow.  Pluck a flower and plunk it into the barrel of Old Betsy, and join the march, kick up your heels, make a public spectacle of yourself.  It is a free country.

Again I don't know what your fascination with the goings on of the local indians is all about, but I don't share it.

Subway, you know abstractly you would think they would have good food.  If you look at that array of black olives and sliced peppers, and what all, you'd think you were in for a tasty sammich, but maybe its the way they have their meat wrapped up in that what is it, waxed paper, seems to leech all the flavor out of it, and that bread, that soft doughy creepy bread that they are proud of baking every day, it just sucks.  I would walk many miles from their most special sandwich for a lukewarm bean burrito from Taco Bell.

Poor Cheboygan so far from the Red Lobster, so close to socialist Canada.