So many choices

Recently so much ado was made about the rights of all parties to spread their message.

Now that I have raised my family in the traditional Maltese way, do I need to sift through all the alternatives that I could have had, had the media in my time been allowed to spread everybody's do-good messages like:

Catholics should marry one wife while Muslims could make us believe that four would be better, and others would tell us that I could never donate blood to my own children.

My wife or wives could choose to keep the baby or abort it after we used normal human intimacy, deposit our concoctions in test tubes or even in sheep to save wombs from being occupied.

My parents and I were monogamous, but I could have listened to, and accepted, the opinions of those who favour polygamous behaviour, within or outside religions or the law, so many variations of sexual behaviour to choose from. And I hear that I could have kept my marriage, divorced, separated, annulled my marriage or cohabited freely and now, in my ripe old age, I could have cosmetic surgery, cruise the Mediterranean, go to St Vincent De Paul Residence, or ask for legal euthanasia, or just go fishing at Kalkara as I did when I was a little boy, with a free unadulterated mind.