they project that armageddon ( which has always sounded more like a comfy old fishing village on long island to me , rather than satans spring break ) will settle in the moment gay people are allowed to marry and then when the wedding bells ring and the doors to the fire pits of hell remain stubbornly shut and cross-dressing boy scouts arent fornicating with two-headed purple calves on the main streets of america ; when the whole thing turns out to be a big yawn , theyre furious , like we all let them down .