Jim Cyr, in backing up Apollo’s argument that gay marriage will lead to more child abuse, informs us that the modern definition of liberalism is “anything goes.”
I would simply remind Northarrow that the very definition of modern liberalism is “anything goes”.
It’s not rocket science.
Why the “anything goes” crowd would want to declare their love for one particular person and accept the legal and social boundaries connected to the institution of marriage, I don’t know, but then again I’m not a rocket scientist.
Anyways, given that most of the commenters here are liberals, and we live crazy “anything goes” lives, I thought we could entertain everyone with stories of our latest debauchery.
I’ll go first.
Last night, my wife, with whom I have been faithful our entire marriage, and I walked to get ice cream at a local shop because it was hot. We then went home, read separate books, and went to sleep, so that both her and I could get up well rested for another hard day of working for the man, paying taxes, paying bills, and maybe having a little bit left over for more ice cream. Basically “anything goes” to the letter.
Earlier this week I played tennis on a publically funded tennis court, like a dirty communist. Anything goes.
Sometime before that, my wife babysat for another couple who, despite their liberalistic “anything goes” lifestyle, decided to marry, have two kids, and work. They do occasionally let homosexual friends speak to their children, which is pushing the limits of course, but hey, anything goes.
I changed the oil in my car last month and I did not purchase a new washer for the oil pan as instructed by the manufacturer, but I instead reused the old washer. Anything goes.
Sorry to get everyone’s heart racing, but it’s hard to talk about my “anything goes” lifestyle without getting some adrenaline moving.
Same crazy life here, so I let my 5-yo granddaughter play word and dress-up games on my computer for a couple of hours today. Anything goes.
Oh, yeah, we picked up a used basketball hoop for free by the side of the road 2 days ago. Communism at its core: to each according to his/her need. Of course, I don’t play basketball and neither does my husband of 37 years, but the grandkids might some day. Anything goes.
Thanks for a great post!
I’m a bit debaucherous; I made dinner this evening, after scraping old paint off of our deck to prep the wood for a new stain. My fiance of nine years fed the cats and played a game on the computer, and enjoyed the zucchini fritters I made. We watched a little bit of the History Channel, too.
If any of that isn’t suitable for younger readers, please let me know; I can edit. ;)
My wife went off today with a dear friend where they will both teach at a Macrobiotic conference in New Jersey. (Macrobiotics might be considered devilish). Leaving me to single parent until tomorrow afternoon when I shall meet another parent who will take my daughter and her daughter to Vermont for a Lacrosse tournament. I shall go to our summer house to change and wash sheets and clean it in between tenants. Then I shall pack the Catboat for a solo Saturday overnight in a deserted cove on the Damariscotta River.
We shall rendevous at home Sunday evening and get up and all go to work on Monday. None of us will be packing a firearm during this dangerous period of anything goes seperation.
Oh me oh my, ‘anything goes’ is my middle name! It’s Alan, actually, but that’s not the point. Tonight while my daughter and I were playing basement hockey with toy golf clubs, I purposely aimed wrist shots at my son who was acting douchey. He’s 3, but anything goes in this house of ill (liberal) repute.
While the kids were getting ready for bed I heard my daughter copying my wife, who immediately responded with irritation that she wanted her to stop (it’s been going on all night) I laughed at this exchange, which encouraged my daughter to laugh, which made me laugh more…..none of this made my wife laugh. Anything goes.
I just checked my phone to see if Kershaw was still pitching well, as he’s the ace of my Fantasy Baseball team and I’m struggling to stay in the top 3 of my league. He is. Now I can return to plotting the overthrow of the country and forcing my hedonistic tolerant agenda on all the persecuted, God-fearing Super Americans. Or I might just finish my coffee and watch the Sox…anything goes when I’m at the helm.
I have a confession to share. Last night, I made whoopie pies for a bake sale. From scratch whoopie pies. I also made fish tacos for dinner, and discussed the upcoming weather. It’s probably a more racy lifestyle than some folks might choose, but anything goes at our house, too.