Marriage? A sacred institution? Heh, it’s anything but in my experience, brother, I can tell you that. If two fellers wanna tie the knot, who am I ta say no? If the Lord ain’t judged our gang, I’d say he’s been takin’ some time off the job, yer probably safe. Heh heh. Have at it, I say.
Abortion? Well, that’s a rough one. Bit of a tough pill to swaller. At first, I didn’t rightly take kindly to the idea of killin’ babies, but Dutch gave me this ole thick science book and I pretty much surmised that well, that thing is about as human as Micah here, which is lackin’ to say the least, heh. Hell, I’d say a gal has the right to choose.
A gal? As president? Well, what I can tell ya is its been nothin’ but fellers since this whole thing here started up and what have we got? A bunch of other dead fellers. What have we got ta lose? I reckon’ tryin’ a gal’s touch wouldn’t do anyone no harm. If weakness is a concern of yours, I promise you some of the ladies runnin’ in my gang would probably make Old Hickory look like a nancy in comparison. Hell, I’d reckon its her turn.
Lettin’ a black feller do yer wife? Well, if the old lady’s havin’ fun, who am I to deny her that? I reckon that feller’s got a bigger one than me anyway. Besides, we gotta pay some back for that whole slavery bid’ness we did to them. Dutch raised me and I ain’t his real son, so I’ll raise my wife’s son, whether he’s black or white.
Cuttin off yer willie sure sound silly but I reckon a feller might as well chop it off he ain’t goin use it. And i suppose a wig can’t do harm neither, heck men use to wear em all the time back in oldin’ days.