That’s what Rick Santorum, Republican presidential candidate, believes. Hell, he’s said it 1,000 times. And he’s not alone. Not by a longshot.
Here’s an idea, Rick—watch this …
Rick, where you at? Where’s your voice? Hello? Hello? Anyone?
This is what I love—absolutely looooove—about much of the far, crazy right. They are decidedly against abortion. And yet, when gay couples actually want to bring kids who need families into an, ahem, family, the crazy conservatives scream, “No way! Not natural! No way!” Then, adding to the fun, they point to someone like Bristol Palin as an ode to morality and decency.
Oh, there’s more. These same conservatives want government out, out, out of our lives. Out! Lay your hands off my guns. Lay your hands off my money! But, when it comes to gays adopting—oh, no! There need to be laws. Constitutional amendments. Etc.
It’s disgraceful, but not surprising.
I’ve said this before, and I’m unwavering: There is nothing wrong with being gay. Nothing. Not only will I accept my children should they be gay, I’ll embrace and celebrate and love my children should they be gay. To me, it’s irrelevent. I want them to be happy, whole, fulfilled—period.
One more thing: I call Rick Santorum a presidential candidate out of habit. But he’s not, because—truth be told—he’s a dinosaur. His viewpoints are straight out of the 1950s, a different time, a different place, a different way of thinking. He is outdated, but lacks the vision and understanding to realize such.
I pity him.