As expected, Judge Vaughn Walker in California has declared that Proposition 8 is unconstitutional, primarily because he doesn't agree that the word "marriage" ever did or ever will mean anything other than the temporary union of any two (or more--wait for that one) people who want tax breaks. Given that Judge Walker is himself a gay man, I don't think anyone ought to be surprised.
More and more I'm thinking that it's time to end civil marriage. It means absolutely nothing except the wedding party of a couple of people who have been sexually active since they were in junior high, and who now want a Big Important Event at which to announce to everybody that they're sort of more committed than they were back when they insisted that their choice to move in with each other was proof that they were in a committed relationship, which itself was sort of more committed than back when they just expected sex at the end of a date. Oh, and next time they get pregnant, they might not abort, unless the pregnancy happens before they're done enjoying the whole "newlywed" thing. And, of course, if they're two guys or two gals, hey, no worries! Child manufacturing and purchasing kind of precludes any "surprise" pregnancies.
I'm sick to death of the culture of death and its endless fascination with perversion. Anybody who doesn't see the devil at work in our country isn't paying attention.