Not that I'm against gay marriage or civil partnerships for all, not bothered either way tbh..it is a matter of supreme indifference to me, as it likely is for most of the Scottish population...but society now is more and more starting to resemble toddlers playing in a sandpit.
There's this wee boy who is filling a wee blue dumper truck with sand and running it over roads he has made. And along comes this other wee boy, who doesn't have a truck at all...and he wants that one...and
only that one because somebody else has it, and if somebody else has it, it can only be because it is worth having.....and he wants it.......and screams and screams until his parent goes and buys him a truck....but the problem is that the parent couldn't get another blue one, so the wee boy got a yellow one.
Now while this fulfilled the same functions as the wee blue truck it wasn't blue, but he took it, said thank you, mummy, and made his own roads...but all the time, he was still coveting the wee blue truck..and got to thinking that while he quite liked the yellow truck, he really deserved two trucks, because he had red hair and the other wee boy had a snotty nose, and people without red hair and with a snotty nose didn't really deserve a truck at all, particularly not that special blue one. At the same time, the wee boy with the blue truck was thinking on the same lines re the yellow truck...and the next thing their respective parents knew was they had a pitched battle over possession of the trucks in the sandpit.
The parents dived in separated the toddlers, gave them each back their own truck, and suffered tantrums for half an hour as both demanded both trucks. Eventually one parent, let's call him Alex, hied off to the toy shop to get another yellow and another blue truck to shut the whining kids up (I'd have thrashed them black and blue, personally,
)......but there were no yellow trucks left, though by good luck a new delivery of blue trucks had arrived, so he bought a blue truck and took it back to the sandpit, where he gave it to the wee boy with the red hair and without the snotty nose who already had the yellow truck.....so that meant he had both and the other kid had only one.
The wee boy with two trucks took his mummy's hand and went away happy......Alex's wee boy kicked up such hell, because he didn't have a yellow truck that Alex asked the shoppie keeper to phone him when he had a new delivery of yellow trucks....and he is still waiting, and his wee boy is still whining. At some stage, there will be a new delivery, and Alex's wee boy will get his yellow truck to be upsides with the wee boy with the red hair and without the snotty nose......and in the meantime, every person in the vicinity within earshot would happily strangle the wee boy because they are sick of hearing him stamping his feet pouting and screaming.
Apply the above to any special interest group who thinks another one is being favoured to their exclusion.
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