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SCOTUS Same-Sex Marriage Decision May Have Just Nullified Gun Control Laws Across All 50 States

(NaturalNews) The legal argument of gay marriage proponents is that because gay marriage is legal in a majority of states, that “right” cannot be infringed by the remaining states which opposed gay marriage. The U.S. Supreme Court, in granting this new, nationwide right to gay marriage, cited the Fourteenth Amendment of the Constitution, Section 1, which states:

No state shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any state deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.

The actual ruling text of the SCOTUS decision makes it clear that its “equal protection” logic would apply universally to concealed carry gun rights which already exist in a majority of states:

(1) The fundamental liberties protected by the Fourteenth Amendment’s Due Process Clause extend to certain personal choices central to individual dignity and autonomy, including intimate choices defining personal identity and beliefs… When new insight reveals discord between the Constitution’s central protections and a received legal stricture, a claim to liberty must be addressed. Applying these tenets, the Court has long held the right to marry is protected by the Constitution.

Similarly, the right to keep and bear arms has also long been protected by the Constitution and affirmed in multiple Supreme Court decisions, as early as last year. “In District of Columbia v Heller (2008) — the SCOTUS ruled that the 2nd Amendment rights were ‘fundamental’ in and of themselves as well as ‘fundamental to the Nation’s scheme of ordered liberty'” writes Hawkins at Breitbart.com.

If this right to keep and bear arms (and to carry concealed firearms) is already recognized in some states, then by the Supreme Court’s own precedent on gay marriage, that right cannot be denied in ANY state!

SCOTUS may have nullified gun control laws by legalizing gay marriage

The Supreme Court, in other words, appears to have just nullified gun control laws all across America.

As Bob Owens writes on BearingArms.com, “By using the Constitution in such a manner, the Court argues that the Due Process Clause extends ‘certain personal choices central to individual dignity and autonomy’ accepted in a majority of states across the state lines of a handful of states that still banned the practice. The vast majority of states are ‘shall issue’ on the matter of issuing concealed carry permits, and enjoy reciprocity with a large number of other states.”

He continues:

I’ll be driving through the District of Columbia, Maryland, New Jersey, and New York in several weeks, places that until yesterday I did not have a legal right to concealed carry. As of today, with this decision, it would seem that these states and the District must honor my concealed carry permit, or violate my constitutional rights under the 14th and Second Amendment.

AWR Hawkins, writing for Breitbart.com, adds:

When the Supreme Court of the United States (SCOTUS) ruled that every state must recognize same sex marriages, they used a basis for judgement that will not easily stop at same sex marriage. In fact, it is a basis for judgement that should offer itself to national reciprocity of concealed carry permits and permit holders.

“Equal protection” must now apply to all things, not just gay marriage

The fascinating part of the SCOTUS decision on gay marriage is that it sets a precedent of a principled interpretation of the Fourteenth Amendment which must now be applied to everything.

The Supreme Court, in other words, just made the argument for nullifying most gun control laws across America. As explained again by Bob Owens in another article on BearingArms.com:

…[I]f there is any intellectual and logical consistency in the Supreme Court’s arguments at all, the ‘due process’ argument must be applied as equally to state and local gun laws, sweeping them aside entirely, and reaffirming the clear command in the Second Amendment that, ‘A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.’

All, state and local on concealed and open carry would seem to be invalidated, and citizens should be allowed to carry firearms, either openly or concealed, anywhere they want to go.

Dare the Court dare claim that the 14th Amendment’s due process clause only applies in specific and narrow instances?

That’s the thing about court decisions, you see: we can’t just pick and choose where they apply. A powerful new principle of “equal protection” must now be interpreted across all issues, not just the narrow issue of same-sex marriage.

As Marc Greendorfer explains in his amicus brief to the court:

One day, the Court will have to explain how sweeping restrictions on every aspect of firearms ownership and use can be upheld yet traditional and long-standing regulations on marriage cannot be tolerated in any form or in any jurisdiction.

In other words, if the Court is to have any logical consistency at all, it will have no choice but to declare nearly all gun control laws nationwide to be null and void, in precisely the same way it just declared all “marriage control” laws to be null and void. After all, “equal protection” must be equal, or it has no meaning at all (and the Supreme Court itself becomes a total joke).

That’s how freedom works: It’s not just freedom for YOUR favorite issues, but freedom for other issues, too

You can’t discriminate against people based on their personal beliefs, you see. So if gay couples’ right to be married must be universally recognized across all states, then gun owners’ right to carry firearms must also be universally recognized across all states. That’s the way freedom works: once a principle is affirmed and set into the history of interpretation of law, it must be applied universally.

I can already see the comedic bumper stickers from all this: IF YOU GET TO MARRY, WE GET TO CARRY!

In essence, the U.S. Supreme Court just handed the NRA the very argument it might now use to nullify gun restriction laws everywhere. The NRA merely needs to file suit in a lower court, cite the Obergefall decision, and kick the lawsuit all the way back up the chain to SCOTUS. There, the Court must decide in a manner consistent with the same-sex marriage “rights,” or else it will cease to carry any real authority at all.

The realization of all this, of course, will drive many of the same-sex marriage lobbyists absolutely insane. They did not see this unintended consequence of “equal protection” being applied to other topics. But that’s how equality actually works, isn’t it? Equality means the principle is equally applied to other contexts.

Gay gun rights advocates are no doubt thrilled with this realization

You might be surprised, by the way, to learn that there is a group of gay gun rights advocates who must now be double-thrilled to learn the implications of all this. The group is called the Pink Pistols, and this list of local chapters shows they have members all across the nation, from New York to Texas. Their slogan? “Armed gays don’t get bashed.” Gotta love it!

Anyone who believes in universal freedom, not selective freedom, should support both the rights of people to be gay as well as be armed for self defense. If you happen to both gay and armed, check out the Pink Pistols.

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Why Do The Same Corporations Who Promote Gay Marriage Also Support Baby Chop Shops That Harvest Organs For Profit?

Isn’t it all supposed to be about LOVE? The corporations who profess to care about love and equality don’t extend that kindness towards unborn children. Why do these companies support people’s right to love whomever they want while denying infants the right to live?

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One of these corporations is Starbucks, which has repeatedly pledged support of marriage rights for everyone while remaining pitifully silent on Planned Parenthood’s alleged felony crimes in providing illicit abortion services for profit. Starbucks is listed as a corporate donor on Planned Parenthood’s website (or at least it was until Planned Parenthood scrubbed this information), but since the controversy has unfolded, the coffee giant has provided no clarification as to its relationship with the group.

Many other corporations, including Coca-Cola, Xerox, Ford and others were quick to pull their sponsorship of Planned Parenthood following the release of what has now developed into three separate undercover videos exposing Planned Parenthood’s baby “chop shop” operations. But Starbucks, Ben & Jerry’s, Susan G. Komen and others have remained completely silent.

The Starbucks corporation has repeatedly made it clear that the company’s mission is to put its “partners” first (partners referring to Starbucks baristas and other store employees), including the right of partners to marry others of the same sex. This policy of “equality and inclusion,” as Partner Resources executive vice president Kalen Holmes puts it, is a core value that Starbucks claims to embrace on all fronts.

But this equality and inclusion appears to stop at the womb, with Starbucks neither denying nor affirming, according to The Daily Signal, where it stands on Planned Parenthood’s exploitation of aborted babies for profit in the name of “scientific research.” Where is the outcry from Starbucks in support of equality for unborn babies murdered before birth? What about the equality of Planned Parenthood executives being held to the same legal requirements as the rest of us — selling baby body parts for profit, after all, is a felony crime.

Starbucks, Microsoft, Nike and others hypocritically silent about discrimination against unborn babies by Planned Parenthood

Starbucks isn’t alone in its hypocrisy. The Microsoft corporation, along with Nike (another alleged corporate donor to Planned Parenthood), vocally endorsed a bill in Washington State (where Microsoft is based) to legalize gay marriage — this, of course, was before the recent Supreme Court ruling legalizing gay marriage nationwide.

Microsoft once issued a statement claiming that it was having difficulties recruiting the best talent because “same-sex couples in Washington still hold a different status from their neighbors.” The statement went on to claim that Microsoft was being held at an economic disadvantage because it wasn’t able to offer a “similar, inclusive environment” to its gay and lesbian employees, compared to employees living in other states where gay marriage was already legal.

Meanwhile, Microsoft has said nothing, just like Starbucks, about the ongoing discrimination against unborn babies throughout the U.S. Microsoft has likewise remained silent about Planned Parenthood’s felony crimes in selling aborted baby tissue and organs for profit, and has yet to clarify whether or not it supports Planned Parenthood financially (as claimed in the Planned Parenthood website).

Isn’t it all supposed to be about love? That’s what these corporations claim to support when they endorse gay marriage and the right of all humans to love whomever they wish. But somehow that love doesn’t apply when it comes to the unborn and those who illegally exploit them for profit.

“The fruit we reap today from Margaret Sanger and Planned Parenthood comes from a seed of hatred, sin and death,” wrote one commentator for The Daily Signal. “You cannot separate the fruit of this tree from its seed. Call it progress, call it freedom, or call it whatever you want; but the fact remains eugenics by any other name is still murder.”

Pass me ‘the eggplant’ Ms Daisy

On Friday, June 26, 2015, Tony Kennedy (leader of the US Supreme Court) announced that same sex marriage is the new normal law of the land.

Say good bye to the old object of love and marriage for American men, Daisy Duke and the General Lee as depicted in this video.

Say hello to the new object of love and marriage for American men, the new and improved Ms Daisy and ‘her’ eggplant as depicted in the following narrative.

Welcome to the age of homosexual tyranny …

A Day in Utopia

I. Morning

I hopped out of bed right at 7:00 am. My life partner, Ms Daisy, was still curled up under the covers, with a cute little smile on zher face. Daisy’s arm was wrapped around our adopted African child, Kanye–named for the the 51st President of the United States, Kanye West. I had had myself sterilized, of course, and Daisy was trans, so adopting was a no- brainer. I smiled, loving the way that Kanye’s dark skin contrasted with Daisy’s cream colored, slightly hairy forearm. But ah, no time for sentiments. I had to get ready for work! I took a quick shower and got dressed, carefully feeding my legs through the adult diapers I now had to wear. Ever since Daisy’s surgery, zhe preferred to be the dominant one, and I was cool with it, especially since I had read that catching helped men like myself expose their more vulnerable side. Besides, penetrating had always felt a bit uncomfortable to me. It felt sexist somehow. So, as much as we were enjoying ourselves, I was stretched just a tad too much. Believe it or not, this was actually a good thing. It showed me that continence privileged people operated along invisible power structures that denied opportunity to those who were continence challenged. I was glad to no longer benefit from that hierarchy, and diapers were actually far more comfortable than briefs. After I finished dressing, I got the Mx. Coffee fired up and brewed two cups of gluten-free joe. Daisy had just woken up, and zhe was stumbling sleepily towards me, grasping for the cup of coffee. Zhe took the cup in one hand, while running the other one through zher tousled, neon pink hair in a way that just melted my heart. “Hey, John,” Daisy smiled at me. “Hey, Life Partner. Do you consent to a kiss?” I asked. Zhe nodded. “I give formal consent.” Daisy said. I grinned and leaned over to give zher a peck on the cheek. Daisy’s raspy stubble gave me a little thrill. Unfortunately, I had been born with heterosexual tendencies, so naturally I was pretty excited when Daisy decided to begin zher FTM surgery while continuing to identify as the female gender. Daisy’s shoulders were really getting broad with the HRT, and zhe was growing hairier by the day! Zhe had also gotten very chubby, so it was really a humbling opportunity for me. It wasn’t until Daisy’s body started to radically change that I realized how badly white supremacist ideals of beauty had shaped me. I felt terrible when zher rolls of fat had hurt our most intimate moments. I mean, who was I to impose exclusionary standards on the love of my life? But honestly, zher sex change and weight gain was the best thing to happen to us. I was finally at the point where zher body was a turn-on, and it felt good—almost holy—to overcome my innately bigoted biology. “Is Kanye up yet?” I asked. “No,” zhe said, “I couldn’t bear to wake hen. Hen looked so cute there sleeping on the bed. Kanye will get up when hen’s ready. It wouldn’t be right to impose Western time standards on hen, especially when hen’s only been in this country for five years.” I nodded. In some ways it was hard having an adopted child. Kanye was more impulsive than I had been, and hen definitely had a lower time preference and little tolerance for school. We encouraged it, though, because it was important to both of us that Kanye grew up free from the institutional violence and racism that had blighted this country for so long. “Well, I gotta get to work,” I said, checking the time on my iPhone 37. “Permission to kiss you goodbye?” “Consent not granted. Sorry, John, but you know how too much physical contact with a binary male can trigger me.” Daisy said. “No problem. I respect your boundaries.” It was already getting on near seven thirty. I had to get going or I’d be late.

II. On the Way to Work

Upon adopting Kanye, Daisy and I had decided that it would be best to move into a more diverse part of town. It was important to us that Kanye be able to grow up and see people who looked like hen. So, despite the higher levels of crime and general state of disrepair, I still preferred to walk to work. Owning a car had gotten too expensive, and it was a carbon tax write-off not to have one. Besides, it was good exercise. I saw an urban teen walking toward me. Normally, I said “hello” to everyone, but part of me wanted to cross the street. It wasn’t a good thought to have, but he definitely looked a little angry, or suspicious, or something. Still, I suppressed the thought and kept walking. After all, prejudging was just short step away from prejudice. “Sup nigga?” the youth asked, while reaching into his baggy pants and pulling out what must have been an assault weapon. He pointed the gun at me, and I felt a little feces slip into my diaper. After former President Chelsea Clinton had overturned the Second Amendment, only the protected classes were allowed to own firearms–at least up until historic racism and privilege had been overcome. Unfortunately, we still had a long way to go. “H-h-hello,” I stammered. “Is there a-anything I could h-h-help you with?” “Gimme yo money!” he said, gesturing with the gun. I felt bad for him. Underneath the baggy clothing and reek of weed, this poor youth was only a child. “Here,” I said, and handed him my wallet. He started rifling through it with one hand while keeping the gun trained on me with the other. “I can’t use dis, where da greens at? Iz all creds. Wut yo numbaz?” “Numbers?” I asked, drawing a blank. Was he asking me out on a date? “I fully support polyamory and polysexuality, but you have to understand that I’m in a civil union contingent upon there being only two actors present. It’s renegotiable, but I’ll have to consult with my SO first.” “Wut da fuck chu talkin about? Yo pin, nigga! Fo’ yo akown!” “Oh, right! I am so sorry.” I said. “It’s one-four-eight-eight.” “One-fo-eigh’-eigh’! Now don’t yo go kanslin yo akown! I know whe’ yo lif, nigga!” he shouted at me, and waved the gun in my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling awful that circumstances had forced this poor youth to act like this. When I finally opened my eyes, he was gone. I stood there, shaking a little. It was terrible that he had had to act that way, but my real fear was that my use of verbal privilege when referring to my civil union would only further contribute to this youth’s oppression. On the other hand, he had called me the “N” word. Did that mean that he saw me as one of his own? One could only hope. Oh, and I was definitely going to need to change my diaper when I got to work. Good thing there were spares in my fanny pack.

III. At the Office

I heard a knock on my door. It was 2:30 in the afternoon, and I’d been looking forward to this meeting all day. “Come in,” I said. A tall, biologically male, cisgender white person stepped into the office. He sat down in front of my desk, and had to squeeze his large frame into the chair. Underneath his dress shirt, it looked like he lifted weights. Didn’t he know that physical strength was privilege? I hated to admit it, but I felt a little intimidated. This guy was a walking microagression. “So, Pete,” I drawled, trying to inject some confidence into my voice, “do you know why you are here?” “No,” he said. Monosyllabic, like some sort of dumb, blond beast. “We’ve been monitoring your interactions with your coworkers. Tell me, Do you know the racial and gender distribution of this company?” I asked, steepling my fingers. This was going to be good. “No,” Pete sighed. “We’re operating very close to demographic standards. Our workers are 51% female, 49% male. Of those, 14.5% are African American, 1.3% Amerindian, 33.1% Asian, 20% white, 28% Hispanic, and 3.1% Transracial. Diversity is our strength.” Now he was really going to get it. “Okay, so? What’s wrong? Listen, I’m committed to diversity too, but there’ some work I need to get done.” “Well, that’s the problem. Your work record is fine, but your interaction with coworkers is not. Are you aware of how you allocate your break time? Give me percents.” “I don’t know. Mike and I take our breaks together, usually.” “It’s good you’re telling the truth. Do you know what Mike is?” “Yeah, he’s also a programmer,” Pete said, looking genuinely puzzled at my line of questioning. Did this piece of shit not even know what he had done? Could we have made so little progress? “Yes, he’s a programmer, but he’s also a WHITE MAN!” I shouted, and a little spittle came out of my mouth. “You’ve been exclusively spending over 95% of your allocated break time in the presence of another white male. Do you realize how far off that is from our demographics standards?” This time Pete didn’t have any laconic cowboy bullshit for me. His face went pale. He knew I had him. “L-listen,” he stammered, “we just have the same job. I’m n-n-not hanging out with him because he’s white, it wouldn’t matter.” “Our programming department is even closer to demographic ideal than the rest of our company. That’s no excuse.” I said, and grinned like the Cheshire Cat. I had him, and he knew it. Pete stood up so fast that the chair fell to the ground behind him with a clashing bang. For a second he looked very tall and very angry. His face was a beet red and his shoulders were so broad they filled the room. It felt like the office itself darkened, and he loomed over me like some sort of demented troll. I felt an ugly shiv of fear in my gut (and my diaper) but nothing came of it. Pete’s reason got the best of him, and he deflated. His shoulders sagged, and the color left his face. He realized that there was no point fighting. Everything was documented, and we both knew he’d be dead in the next day or two. Racism was a capita l offense. Sometimes, I loved my job.

IV. Ready for Bed

Ms Daisy, Kanye, and myself were all laying in bed together, going over the day. My head was resting on Daisy’s broad, post-mastectomy chest. Daisy had wrapped zher strong, muscular arms around me, and Kanye was sitting at the foot of the bed, playing on hen’s iPhone. It felt good. It felt safe. Just a typical family decompressing after a hard day. “So, I called this guy, Pete, into my office. You wouldn’t believe how scared he was. He tried calling me, ‘sir,’ and everything, but he was just a closeted bigot. Spent all his break time in the presence of other whites,” I said, spitting out ‘white’ like a curse word. For all the bigotry and hate still in the world today, it practically was. “That’s terrible,” Daisy murmured in my ear. “I can’t believe we’ve made so little progress in all this time. “Yeah, how white people live with themselves, I have no idea.” “So what did you do next?” Zhe asked. “I told him we had documentation. The color drained right out of his face. He begged and bribed me not to take any action. But he doesn’t know who he’s dealing with!” I said, chuckling. That wasn’t exactly how it went, but I had learned a long time ago that perception was reality. What else could I say? I wanted Daisy to think I was cool. “No. You stood by your principles, that’s what matters. Is the State going to Release him?” “Yeah, should be only a couple days. We have all the right documentation and forms filled out, and these charges are really serious,” I said. Daisy laughed, “That’s great!” Daisy nudged Kanye, with zher foot. “Your zaza’s a hero!” Kanye looked up briefly from hen’s iPhone and smiled at me. “That good, Zaza,” Kanye said, and returned to whatever hen had been doing on the phone. “I think you’ve earned a little reward, John,” Daisy said, and I could hear the mischievous smile in zher voice. “Did it come in the mail?” I asked, and squirmed with anticipation. “It did,” Daisy said, and opened the night stand drawer. Zhe pulled out a massive dildo that was at least the size (and color) of a large eggplant. “We’re going to have fun tonight.” “Kanye, do you want to join in or are you going to sit in the Watching Chair?” I asked. “I wan’ watch!” Kanye said, putting his phone down. Hen climbed his tiny frame into the Watching Chair. It stood over the bed like a diving board, giving the person sitting there a full view of things. The social workers had impressed upon Daisy and me the importance of Kanye being exposed to alternative forms of sex at an early age. It would help prevent hen from developing any bigoted notions of “normal” human relations. We both had felt a little uncomfortable about it at first, but Kanye seemed to enjoy it, and in the end, that was all that really mattered. Daisy ripped off my diaper with aggressive abandon, while I began the breathing exercises that would help loosen me up, and, boy, was I going to need them for tonight. We’d never played with something this big before, and it was definitely going to broaden my horizons. For better or for worse. It was in that brief period of lucidity before lust completely overtook me, I realized that this was what I loved so much about Daisy. Zhe helped push me past old boundaries, and preconceived notions of what was possible, both in bed and in life. Together, we were always moving forward, constantly progressing. This was going to be the perfect ending to a near-perfect day. I just hoped that I’d be able to walk tomorrow.

Original: A Day In Utopia