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Sunday, September 11, 2016


Sometimes you really have to wonder what Big Brother was thinking. And, specifically, IF they thought. No, this isn't about raising the age of tobacco to twenty-one, or open carry laws, or even about laws still on the books that allow a man to whip his slave (or indentured servant) if said slave (or indentured servant) uses church as an excuse to shirk.

Big Brother in The South is moronic.

As well as conservative.


"Between 2004 and 2013, around 4,500 children under the age of 18 got married in the state of Virginia. Of these girls, more than 200 of them were aged 15 or under."

"Last week, the authorities in the state introduced new legislation that updated rules that had until then made it legal for girls aged 12 or 13 to get married if they had parental consent and were pregnant."
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[SOURCE: Virginia introduces law to stop 12-year-old girls getting married.]

Let that sink in for a moment.

Now think of the conversational abilities of the average teenage girl.

What kind of marriage is it if one of them is a rancid degenerate and the other a complete idiot? And why on earth would Big Brother, even in the deepest gorhalpus South, think that those two getting hitched could possibly be a good idea?

Why was this legal up till now?

Okay, I can understand back in the Stone Age, when folks in Virginia ran around in bear skin loincloths, and immense poverty drove them to find a suitable adult who would support their daughter, rather than selling her to the parish priest for sacrifice, but surely that law could have and should have been changed over a hundred years ago? Two hundred years ago?

Were y'all really that desperate to get the little twit out of the house so you wouldn't have to hear her squealing "OMG", or "gag me with a spoon, fershure"?

It's probably worse in one of those buttery drawls.

Anyhoooo, welcome and congratulations on finally joining the Twentieth Century (don't look now, but there's another one right behind it), and thank you for finally biting that bullet.

The great state of Virginia will doubtless be a better place for it.

Next: Indentured servitude - bad for the economy?

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