LOOK HONEY! IT'S ONE OF THOSE OLD, WHITE, CHRISTIAN, CONSERVATIVE MALES! HIDE THE CHILDREN!
Following up on the topic of the week, Reverse Racism!
Let the piling on begin.
First, the above photo is from a publication by Pat Buchanan. So, please pile on him.
In terms of discrimination and oppression in 2020, and remember I wrote "2020," no group, no individual, no institution, has it over Baby Boomer-Caucasian-Religious-Traditional-"Y" Chromosome types.
Not one of them can compete with the daily insults hurled at people who look a lot like Yours truly.
And though I hate to give away a secret, we just don't care. Most of us really don't.
That's not across the board. I have one friend, a devout Catholic, who takes some of this abuse personally. He finds it difficult to fight back out of fear of not being able to provide for his children. I understand.
For some reason even when I had a TON of financial and family responsibility, i.e., mortgage, car payments, fiscally irresponsible relatives, it did not affect me the way it does my friend. Perhaps if I had children, it would be different, but nothing else seems to have slowed down my vigilance, I'm not sure offspring would have. Who knows?
Given that I am constantly hocked to take a more measured approach with my responses on social media, let me ask that the aggrieved NOT start their postings with a slap at old, dead, pale, Baby Boomers. When you do that, I feel compelled to punch you back in the face, which is probably the best thing for you.
You want to have a discussion? Me too. In order to do so, please don't do the following:
- Tell me that my butt hurts. It does not.
- Use the words rant or screed when describing something I've written. It's neither.
- Inform me that I'm a dinosaur. I am, but I am a T-Rex. I will eat you.
- Accuse me of racism, without knowing my genealogy.
- Accuse me of misogyny without knowing my significant other.
- Accuse me of homophobia without knowing that I used to be a professional dancer.
If you can constrain your urge to microwave the usual gak from your compatriots, we have a prayer of measured discourse. If not, I usually fake the jab before landing the cross.
That's the only warning you get.