Adoption Site Banned in California

I am glad that we left our home state of California. Freedom of association and freedom to serve those who you choose to market to are DEAD.

Based on the theory that a company cannot refuse to do business based on discriminatory attitudes has hit an internet based firm. They have matched married couples with unwed moms for the purpose of adopting babies.

However, they have refused to list homosexual partners as adoption parents, and California has decided that this is unacceptable. Either the website must serve homosexual partners or it must cease doing business in California.

I wonder if the Chinese Laundries in California will have to hire white people and serve black people! I remember being pushed out of a Chinese laundry many years ago, with the proprietor yelling "White! White! You go!" to me.

Ah, yes. The freedom to practice one's religion is strictly a private right, to be practiced behind closed doors and without a public audience. So, if one is a religious person who believes that children should not be raised by homosexual partners, then one must keep one's views deeply hidden.

The Army We Have

Given that my husband is a recently retired U.S. Army Reservist, I am interested in things pertaining to the military. My father, my uncle, and a number of other important people in my life served in various wars. To their credit.

So, I found it interesting today when I read that upwards of 70% of American young people are not eligible to join the Army. Gadzooks! I ventured further into the article and discovered why that is the case: Parental neglect.

No, not the sort of neglect that would lead to Social Services employees to take the kids away. Nope. Just plain, old, non-attention and sloppy parenting of the usual variety.

I sure hope we do not have to defend ourselves from our enemies any time soon. My husband will be too old to do anything except help our neighbors defend ourselves. Oh, yeah, loaded guns are mostly illegal now. Hmmmm. Shall we use our handy, dandy walking sticks? Or the baseball bat?

Perhaps I am becoming pessimistic. Yeah, that must be it.