Showing posts with label privilege. Show all posts
Showing posts with label privilege. Show all posts

Friday, April 5, 2013

"Validation, please!"


There's a push among religious sorts
(and as, always, the hyper-sensitive
'Christians' in particular) to label the
rest of us as callous and disrespectful
of their views.

Meaning, actually, that we don't play
along with them and pretend that reality
is something different than what it is.
We won't say how beautiful the emperor's
clothes are on his naked body.

That's not disrespect--
it's an intervention...
a reality check.

At some point, we tell children there
is no Santa Claus or Easter Bunny (Shit, typically
they decipher it for themselves when they're
old enough to deduce and reason.)

If people think they're fictional
characters, they tend to get heavily
medicated or locked up. If people
propose ludicrous notions, they lose
credibility...yet Christians are given a
special compensation.

And yet we allow grown folks to parade
about in a fog instructing the rest of
us how to live and what's acceptable, to
impose their stricture onto our laws,
and to keep progress from occurring.

Even though they say it's dangerous
to awaken a sleepwalker, I say we have
to stop coddling these people. Delusions
are dangerous, and I'm tired of playing the
game with them.

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Thursday, March 15, 2012

Redux


(Gotta use this one again!)

I'm sitting at the public library, which is, of course,
rife with its own risks and exposures.

Upon viewing my page (nosey bitch!), the women
who sat next to me starts in with the "THANK YOU,
JESUS!" running commentary to herself.

Now, her stupidity is her concern,
but given the dire outcome of most religious zealots,
I take shit like this as terroristic act....
as a pissing contest wherein territory is marked
and intentions are claimed.
She and her husband (accompanying her)
could have been loony anti-gay killers.

So after the third or fourth Hallelujah chorus,
I asked just how much help she needed with
her computer. Which of course prompted her
frazzled, privileged "How dare he?" look of
confusion, and a new round of even louder and
more constant 'praising' and calling on the "most
powerful god."

Egad. Is it 2012 or not?
What is wrong with people?

I probably should have avoided conflict, but
this sense of self-importance that floods these
dipsticks annoys the heaven out of me.
I do not need to know what you think.
It is offensive.
If I went around shouting "Praise Vagina"
or "I call upon the power of hairy balls," it
would not be allowed.

It really isn't any different.
Keep it. To. Yourself.

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