13 in Summer 2017
- Aug. 13, 2017, 8:30 a.m.
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Yesterday was bad.
A lot of the day I spent watching coverage of what was going on in Charlottesville.
(How does Chrome’s inline spell-check think that I misspelled that?)
It doesn’t matter, though. People are lining up on two sides. I, naturally, hold both groups with disdain. Who’s worse? The neo-Nazis. No question. But the Antifa creeps are just that.
The frearless governor of Virginia told the Neo-Nazis to go home, and don’t come back. Yes. I say the same thing to the fucks who provoked them. I also say it to the people of his party who are trying to shove the party’s racist past down The Memory hole.
But you have to erase anything that might spoil your pretense when you’re going to point to how evil others are.
My take on it is a little different than most, certainly. The more I learn about my lineage, the less I know for sure. I do know that my mostly-white father left Mississippi in the early-70s to go kill a Commie for Mommy, and GTFO of the solid South. My grandmother used to tell stories of how the first time she was eligible to vote, her father (my great-grandfather) told her very forcefully that she was going to go vote for “Hairy-Ass” Truman. No, she went and voted for Dewey, but didn’t tell her dad that.
He was the son of two off-the-boat Irish immigrants with eleven kids living in very-blue Mississippi, and an adherent to Papist conspiracy.
How do you handle someone being inappropriate?
I think it really depends on the situation, and the person.
For the situation, if I can leave, I do. If I can’t leave, I’ll give a look, first.
This would make an interesting flow chart. though not as interesting as the one made from Total Eclipse of the Heart.
If the exit or look aren’t working, I’ll normally speak up. If it’s someone on or beneath my level (yes, I’m judgmental like that), I’ll do it privately. If it’s someone above me, or someone with recognition, I’ll address it directly.
You do have to have the gumption to say something from time to time. The more I descend into disability, the less I have to lose by standing up.
Maybe someone will recognize what I’m doing. Maybe someone will think I’m just as asshole. If it’s the latter, please explain why. I’m human, I make mistakes, and am willing to admit when I do.
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