So happy were they with their master, that they celebrated his kindness and declared that their master was the best master in the whole universe. And though they remained slaves, they celebrated their ‘freedom.’
For most dared not dream of a world in which they need not ask permission at all.
There had always been a master, and there always would be a master, for if there weren’t, on whose land would they live? Who would take care of them? Who would they ask permission from?
None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who mistakenly believe they are free.
So congratulations gay people. You now have permission from your master to ask permission to get married by your master.
Your master is the best master in the whole universe.
Let the celebration of “freedom” commence…