Please can we get an invite to this wedding? We just want to hear the minister say, "I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. White-Power." And we want to see the look on the faces of the extremely bewildered bigots who wander into the wrong hotel ballroom for the reception. We want to raise our glasses in celebration of White-Power love, and we want to wish them many happy, healthy White-Power babies, if only to make every substitute schoolteacher who has to call their names during morning attendance think they're being punked.