Incorrectly Political #-1
"I don't feel sorry for you, and it's not my fault!"
by P. Kellach Waddle
Perhaps its a sign of aging. Perhaps it just the normal political
lifecycle where
we begin to slough off some of the leftisms of our impassioned
youth to find ourselves
spouting rants that are none too liberal. Whatever
the reason, I have found myself
lately voicing to others (and now in this
column) some sentiments that may frighteningly
sound more like Archie Bunker
than Abbie Hoffman.
I have always previously considered myself SOMEWHAT of a
compassionate person
when it comes to the horrors some fellow human beings
endure. But enough is enough.
I have now had my blood pressure rise to
stroke level on a number of occasions
when some folks start in on their "poor
me" dissertations. Not because my jaded
self has lost every shred of my
humanitarianism, but because I'm sick TO DEATH
of certain morons' whining.
Moaning and Bitching that for one, their problems are
caused by EVERYTHING
ELSE imaginable and never possibly caused by their own ludicrously
poor
judgment or behavior; and two, that their problems are the fault of evil
incarnate: The white, middle-class, heterosexual male.
These feelings sparked
most recently in a chat I had with a colleague
who is, (was?) an eloquent, sophisticated
and otherwise seemingly intelligent
lady. This woman is NOT a child or Gen-X person,
she is a 55-yr old woman (
A point which, to silly me, meant perhaps this woman
has answered her clue
phone before, alas now I believe its still off the hook.)
She came to me to
whine that someone had called her a slut. Now, my response was
basically the
following :" Ahem.. look.. I am not God, nor Jury. But since you
ASKED...You
are #1 constantly making moves on people, both on line and in person;
#2 you
are the writer of a bunch of poetry posted online that deals with NOTHING
but
sex; #3 you have an "open" marriage where both you and your husband both
sleep
with members of both sexes; and #4 you have in one of your online
biographies that
when God handed out sex drives, you got 10 extra. So, " I
DON"T FEEL SORRY FOR
YOU!!" ( Only my MINIMAL tact kept me from saying,
"Well, you ARE a slut.")
And indeed her response was yes, somehow people thinking she was a
slut was MY
FAULT. It's MY fault she isn't "understood" by the
"narrow-minded" masses, especially
men. Uh..yeah. This lady old enough to be
a grandma, whose first comment to me ever
was "You look like a nice piece of
ass," seems to think it's everyone else's fault
she has been denoted by an
ex-lover as.. well.. a SLUT.
The abject ridiculousness of that notion actually astounded me. One,
I am in THREE
careers where straight men are by FAR the minority. If I were
to be homophobic,
I would have to be "phobic" of 80% of everyone I work with.
Two, I never once (despite
my obvious personal feelings about such morality,
or lack of it) got in this woman's
face and said "Look wench, you have the
morals of an alley cat and I think you're
gross." Yet, when she comes to me
and asks what I think about someone basically
calling a spade a spade,
suddenly the reason her libertine self is ostracized isn't
because she has a
neon sign above her vagina. It's because I, and everyone like
me, are
Neanderthals.
This unpleasant and blood-boiling exchange led me to two
other
examples of these sorts of whiners. As I militantly said, I am not a
homophobe.
I also feel that AIDS is truly the modern plague and its
devastation among members
of ALL communities is something to never be taken
lightly. But wait a minute. I
am supposed to feel sorry for Thad who had
unprotected sex with 15 strangers a
day in the sadly revived bathhouses that
we thought went out when people started
putting the word "safe" in front of
"sex"? And Jimmy Joe's AIDS he got from his sharing
of Heroin needles on the
street is somehow the government's fault? Much less my
fault? Please.
Finally, I know in my heart there are down-on their-luck folks with
big families
who deserve every penny of welfare they get. But look
Shaniquakeesha/Raylene-Mabel/Conseulo,when you get on television and SAY
you have no
aspirations for a job or GED, and that
you continue to have 12 kids by 11
different fathers whose last names you never
knew so you can get bigger
checks so you can stand in line at the grocery and purchase
lobsters and
steaks my budgeted self can only longingly leer at, then don't insult
my
intelligence by telling me I am "da Man" who beat you down and got you in
that
position (Lest anyone want to firebomb my house for insinuating every
welfare-abusing
woman is African-American, a hick, or Hispanic .. I am sorry
folks, the sadly stereotype-supporting
statistics of the backgrounds of the
majority of said welfare abusers speak for
themselves. That isn't my opinion,
its a sad fact. And yours truly is also major
hick with a ton of white trash
distant relatives, so don't think that rant is coming
from an ivory tower.)
To conclude, I reiterate that I do indeed try to make every effort
to empathize
with those wrongly judged. People with odd lifestyles who are
abused deserve our
sympathy as the abusers deserve our derision. People who
are dying as the result
of one mistake as well as those people who simply
need the government's help to
get back on their feet need and deserve our
compassion and prayers. ( Hey, I have
inquired at times how one gets food
stamps myself.)
But those people who end
up in dire circumstances by their own idiocy
and happen to think they have a political
leg to stand on by trying to indict me for avowing to not let my (still
mostly
liberal) heart bleed for
them.. I got two sentences for ya, folks....
I don't feel sorry for you! and It's not my fault!
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