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Gay’s rights trump baker’s rights

Tell me it isn’t so! I don’t care if it was the King of Siam or Beavis and Butt-head, why doesn’t a baker have rights to sell or not to sell to anyone whom he pleases?

Colorado is a very strange place politically. I used to be able to buy a Coors beer when I was eighteen, here in Colorado. The state bowed to pressure somewhere along the line, and changed that drinking age to twenty-one. Our state is filled with ranchers and farmers outside the cities, and yet our state is represented by a Democrat for a governor, and five out of nine Federal Senators and House RepresentaGay's rights trump baker's rightstives, are Democrats. Colorado was the first, along with Washington state, to legalize recreational use of marijuana. And now, Denver, Colorado has the distinguished position of having a judge rule that a baker must sell a wedding cake to a same-sex couple, despite his religious beliefs for doing so, or face fines.

This reminds me of the Boy Scout case, wherein the Boy Scouts being a private organization and making their own rules, allowed and dis-allowed membership. There are private golf clubs requiring membership. There are men’s clubs, women’s clubs, Shriners, Elks Clubs, Lions Clubs, Masons, and the list goes on. Where are their rights subjugated to other’s, and why?

I am not anti-gay. I am not anti-clubs. I am anti-infringement-upon-freedom. Why do gay rights supersede the baker’s rights in this court ruling? Why do gay rights supersede religious beliefs? Are there not other bakers in town–Denver is a very large city–who would gladly take these customers’ business? Why does anyone have the right to demand that someone else do anything for them? This seems to me, to be so ludicrous, that perhaps Candid Camera is lurking around the corner.

In the 1980’s I was an up-and-coming hot shot professional, and I happened to be a female. I remember playing racquetball, as a guest, at the Denver Athletic Club. After the game, I went with the member to have a drink in one of the DAC’s bars. As it turned out, only one of the bars let women in; the others were men-only. I remember being aghast. Being offended. How insulting, how behind-the-times, how sexist, yatta, yatta.

Now I see things differently. I was in a club with membership. It was their club, their rules; I was the guest. I could follow their rules or leave. There was a bar there that catered to those of the female persuasion. And there were many more bars within a few block radius of the DAC which we could attend. I may not have liked this club’s rules, but it was totally within their rights to have their rules, and if I didn’t like them, I could go elsewhere.

I think that is was within the baker’s rights to not bake. I think it was within the same-sex couple’s rights to seek out another baker. Gay’s rights trump baker’s rights? I think not.

 

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