It's the eighth anniversary today of marriage equality in Massachusetts, the first jurisdiction in the United States in which the perversion of same-sex marriage became legal, and the third in the world. It was eclipsed only by the Netherlands and Belgium -- two Socialist European countries which have since been swept into the North Sea.
In these ensuing eight years, Massachusetts has suffered just as predicted in
Sinners in the Hands of An Angry God
They are already under a sentence of condemnation to hell. They do not only justly deserve to be cast down thither, but the sentence of the law of God, that eternal and immutable rule of righteousness that God has fixed between him and mankind, is gone out against them, and stands against them; so that they are bound over already to hell.
But God has not yet executed his sentence. Verily, it is only the merciful staying of The Almighty's hand that has prevented the entire Commonwealth from being engulfed, and in particular Teh Gay.
There are in the souls of wicked men those hellish principles reigning, that would presently kindle and flame out into hell fire, if it were not for God's restraints. There is laid in the very nature of carnal men, a foundation for the torments of hell. There are those corrupt principles, in reigning power in them, and in full possession of them, that are seeds of hell fire. These principles are active and powerful, exceeding violent in their nature, and if it were not for the restraining hand of God upon them, they would soon break out, they would flame out after the same manner as the same corruptions, the same enmity does in the hearts of damned souls, and would beget the same torments as they do in them.
It's not that God likes anyone on Massachusetts you understand (
except, it is said, the Cabots)...
The God that holds you over the pit of hell, much as one holds a spider, or some loathsome insect over the fire, abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked: his wrath towards you burns like fire; he looks upon you as worthy of nothing else, but to be cast into the fire; he is of purer eyes than to bear to have you in his sight; you are ten thousand times more abominable in his eyes, than the most hateful venomous serpent is in ours.
Which is really kind of, like, kind of mean, you know? The only solution is
to flee
The wrath of Almighty God is now undoubtedly hanging over a great part of this congregation: Let every one fly out of Sodom: "Haste and escape for your lives, look not behind you, escape to the mountain, lest you be consumed."
... And flee ye all I most heartily recommend.
That way I'll be able to move back to Cambridge and pick up a house on Brattle Street for a (damned) dime. I, for one, would welcome the associated hellfire. It will keep the snow from burying my car.