Don’t Ask. Don’t Tell. Don’t Care.

This last week the fuel injected lame duck that is the 111th Congress managed to put together the votes to insure the rights of any sexually oriented individual to put their life on the line in military service to this great country of ours.  The measure effectively put into a place a campaign promise made by Bill Clinton in his 1992 run for office.

Back then, Clinton couldn’t git-r-done when he entered office.  He compromised with Congress at the time (controlled by his own party) and came up with the policy of “Don’t ask, don’t tell”.

I’m not really interested in taking a stand for or against the whole argument of whether same sex individuals should serve in the military or not.  Instead, I’ll address it this way. 

It’s none of my damn business if you are gay, bisexual, transgendered, or even straight.  At the same time, it’s also none of your damn business to make your damn business my damn business. 

Your sexuality is of no personal concern to me.  My sexuality is of no concern to you. 

If you have the mental and physical capacity to serve this country in military service, go for it.  I’ll salute and thank you for your commitment and patriotism.  It’s just not necessary for me to know about your bed partner(s).

Randy Tharp

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