A while back, in one of those little articles in the paper (yes, I still occasionally read the news on dead trees), you know the ones, just a paragraph or two, usually in a column of several of these little articles. There is no by-line, nothing. Anyway, this article said that the first same sex wedding had been held in the chapel at West Point.
The google is a wonderful thing.
Look at what I found:
Having served for a few years in the Marine Corps, the first thing that comes to my mind when viewing this photo is why isn’t everyone in the same uniform? I see at least three. Maybe there should be two (one for the cadets and one for the officers), but certainly no more than two.
You might as well call me sexist too. I am still troubled by women in the military, especially women getting limited spots in our military academies.
You might as well call me a prick for not liking the “bride” riding in her cart. I would think the only people needing assistance at a wedding in the chapel at West Point would be wounded veterans. Not someone without the strength, for whatever reason, to make it through her 15 minute wedding ceremony on her feet. I am assuming the one in dark is the veteran, but you can’t really tell, can you?
Notice all women with big grins in the gallery.
I could go on and on about stuff that I find bothersome in this photo. Most of what I find bothersome, others will call me bigoted for even noticing.