Gay Marriage Should be Legal

We are reaching the final stretch. Good luck!To go back to your brilliant statement: "We are the People, and we must, as a whole, be consensual as the governed. If we strongly dislike something the government does, we retaliate."I love this quote! It is something I whole-heartedly agree with. However, this must be true for society in general.This is also true for the Silent Majority. They should take action while giving good reasons to keep Gay Marriage illegal and become the Active Majority. They should make their own name instead of letting the Westboro Baptist Church become the largest opposition to gay marriage.My opponent, as I've discussed before, makes the Consequentialism argument.Do not think that I believe that the ends justify the means. If they do, then what justifies the end?My belief is that, if no harm comes from an action, and a majority (or possibly even less than a majority) asks for this action, then that action should be taken.Take my original statement: there is no reason against such legalization (of gay marriage).Everyone would argue that there is some problems with genocide, with several reasons that could be supported.There are no supported reasons why Gay Marriage should be illegal.One could also argue that we should allow the United States Government, the Highest Order who's only obligation is only to their own justifiable results, to commit genocide of a large portion of Americans as well as the world. In the end, it would solve our issue with resources and overpopulation. Given that the murder is systematic, it would also work much like natural selection.That would be an epic action movie! I would watch it, especially if Arnold Schwarzenegger starred in it.Take my original statement: there is no reason against such legalization (of gay marriage).Everyone would argue that there is some problems with genocide, with several reasons that could be supported.There are no supported reasons why Gay Marriage should be illegal.I too, in fact, would probably not like it if someone invaded my home and slit my throat in slow motion, blood splurting everywhere while You Are My Sunshine by Anne Murrayplayed in the background, followed by me collapsing into the murderer's arms, creating a dissonant Pieta...You should be a novelist; you have so many good ideas... Albeit morbid ideas...I will have nightmares tonight. These nightmares will probably consist of Genocide, slow-motion-blood-splurting, the elderly dying without welfare, and ponies... Always with ponies...When a contradiction within our beliefs is created, then the stronger of the contradiction must prevail.It seems as if the Active Contradiction (gay marriage) is stronger, and therefore must prevail._____________________________________________________________________________________A Day of Death after Declaring Dissension of a Deconstructed Decompartmentalizationingbased on the premise be Mr. (the) Dark MuffinOver the stove I worked, the seventies in the background. The serenity of my empty house thrilled my very soul. The darkness in the corner was deep, though, and, out of the corner of my eye, it would seem to me to be moving. I would turn my head to the eternal darkness, and it would be motionless.Paranoia swept over me, it's darkness being a unique one that was more malevolent than the darkness in front of me. For it is true, friend, that imaginary evil is just as, if not more so, darker than real evil. For eons I stared into the darkness.The record slowed for some reason, Anne Murray's, voice distorted into demonic raving, and, though I didn't know the language it spoke, it was saying one thing to me: someone's in the house."Who's there?" I asked into the darkness, but my tone would suggest I was looking for peace rather than an answer. The darkness moved in response. I reached beside me for the knife set on the counter. I lifted it, the blade against the metal tray creating an audible sharpness.My senses were heightened, and the closing of my six-year-old's door made me jump as if the door were the gates of Satan's domain opening. The darkness in front of me took shape: the shape of a monster. It was eight feet tall, its eyes glowing red, it claw was a combat-knife ready for action. I screamed, and thrusted my knife. The thing moved with military efficiency, seemingly teleporting inches from my face. I didn't know what happened, except that my throat bled, and I hit the ground."Mom!" my son cried, his voice shaking. A tear ran down my face because I was unable to save him."I have rights!" he shouted, as if this would stop the marauder's crusade. The attacker made a sound, something between a chuckle and a growl, but, whatever the sound was, it conveyed a darkness blacker than night.I hear my son screaming, yelling, and crying in agony. I tried to mumble something to comfort him even though I was across the room. I tried to sooth him with promises of a Heaven that we would inhabit, though I didn't believe in a god. I tried to say anything to give him a happy death.I... I tried to tell him I loved him. I mumbled some incoherent gibberish.I tried again. All that came out was air.He had to know. I had to tell him one last time.I tried once more."I love you," I said this in as loud as I could, which was loud enough. It was. It HAD to be.My son took no notice; he couldn't even hear me.His screaming took an abrupt halt, and I heard his corpse hit the ground.I closed my eyes, letting darkness overtake me. I let it surround me. I let it bathe me. I let it consume me.This darkness was merciful, though. It gave me the promise of never seeing light again. I would be dead. Always. I hope.