Or my wife that second husband. Hey, if on Friday, Love Won, then there can’t be anything wrong with More Love Winning, right? This is not a new observation with me, but what possible argument is there against polygamy now? If marriage is not only between one man and one woman, but also between two men or two women, why the restriction on number?
Polygamists, I am sure, have always thought the number restriction to be arbitrary, but now it surely is – at least in the eyes of the law.
Marriage is no longer thought to be about the bond that cleaves to form the nest of the family, nor even as the precondition should a couple decide to pursue such a path. No, now it is simply about love – great big, ol’ mushy love.
Mmm, I betcha gramps, enjoyed deflowering the cutie to his right (HIS right, not his first wife from the Great Depression on your right).
Well, why cant my wife have two husbands (btw, yuck, ain’t happening legal or no)? If the standard is love, well then she has doubled the love. That’s good, right? And if she can get me into (now I get into original territory my way!) fondling balls and take on some cornholin’ well, she has just tripled the love, no? We are enacting an earthly Age of Aquarius style unholy trinity!
And, of course, someday I may come home and say (in an Elvis voice)
“Ah, yeah, say, baby, here’s the thing you see. There’s a baby mama down at the laundry mat, a Lucy, and we a got to talking you see, and well, we in love baby, so this family going to get a little bigger.”
[Yeah, mommy! I wanna be that guy when I grow up! It’s probably great on hump night, but can you imagine being in the doghouse with three women! I can’t handle it with one!]
What’s she to say other than her own subjective affirmation or denial of my right to add more Love to the mix. She made the love a triple, I made it a quadruple!
Hey, maybe her sister is hot as well…