Recently, a friend asked me, as a topic-introducer, though Lord knows we don’t need one, since we never shut up when we get together, what topical issue I am soft on. Frankly, I am soft on all of them, especially fitness, because getting hard is really hard. Especially at my age.
You should not answer this question if someone should ask it, except on your own blog, which you can be pretty sure none of your friends are reading.The friend who may ask you this question will have a diametrically opposed opinion to yours, and yours is also likely to be opposite to the popular consensus, and you will look like a bigoted jerk. Since I am a bigoted jerk (although I do manage to hide this fact from most people) I don’t really care what other people think, but not everyone can be as brave as I.
Of course, there are some issues that almost everyone agrees on, such as discrimination (which is generally bad, but just try proving you’ve been dissed) and bullying. After some thought, I’m not even sure about bullying. I have met many middle-schoolers who could have used a little bullying by a cranky substitute teacher.
So, to reiterate the Bigoted-Jerk question: What hot-button issue are you soft on? Safest answer: Almost all of them. Or, none of them. Whichever you prefer. I don’t really care. If you answer the first way, you remove all doubt about whether you are a rednecked, bigoted jerk. If you answer the second way, you will be considered ill-informed and wimpy. Since you will never win, have fun with it!
Most of my liberal friends are against guns. I, however, am soft on gun control. I want to know I have protection against all the police who are likely to shoot me. You may think cops don’t generally shoot older white women, but they may be rethinking their strategies even as we speak, and will decide to start shooting them in order to distract the public, in the same way they pat down old ladies at the airport, to prove they are not discriminating against a certain group of people.
I have never seen a regular person, meaning someone like me, with a gun, who is involved in a shoot out, even though I do get out of the house now and then, so I’m never sure what all the fuss is about, gun-control-wise. All the background stuff they do on people who want to buy a gun is great I guess, but that just doesn’t seem to matter if someone really wants one. They’ll just go steal one. My consensus: The safest place to live is in a town where everyone carries a gun. Of course, most cowboys in the Old West did not die in a dramatic face-off in a corral or the street, but from a shot to the back, so you will need to watch yours, and quit stealing your neighbor’s newspaper.
With the exception of just a few, most people I know think anyone who wants to get married should be able to. I, however, am soft on same sex marriage. I have never been married, and I don’t see why I need to get all worked up about someone else’s proclivities toward a legally binding union. I personally don’t care if someone wants to marry the family goat, although I am firmly for animal rights, and I would want to know the goat was happy with YOUR choice, before I approved a union of this sort. Plus, he’s the family goat, so it would be incestuous.
I don’t know why a goat would lower itself enough to marry a human, but each to his own. I also do not know what benefits are conferred by getting married. There must be some and I must remember to ask a same sex couple when I get the chance.
My educated acquaintances want to give everyone citizenship. I, however, am soft on immigration. I don’t like all the people who are already here, although that may be because I keep watching video film clip shows of stupid people, or catching glimpses of reality shows where strange looking people keep towing away cars. I see no reason to let more weirdos into this country. Castro sent us a bunch of Cubans once, and right away incestuous relations with sisters increased in Miami. Also, I hate traffic, and I fail to see why anyone would be in favor of more.
I may be wrong, but it seems many people are against the death penalty. I, however, am soft on the death penalty. If they’d let me, and if they’d give me one of those guns, I’d just remove certain perps from existence. I would require definite proof of guilt which is conveniently provided on You Tube by the people who committed the crimes. Any revenue provided by their video clips would go directly to their victims.
I am soft on drugs. I think all drugs should be legalized. This would not only deepen the gene pool, because many carriers of that Stupid Gene are puddled in a corner somewhere with rivulets of drool rolling down their chins, but it would empty the jails, keeping the cells free for insider traders, and would add dollars to the GNP. This stands for Great New Pot. They should sell all drugs in vending machines. A percentage of the profits from the vending machines will go to people who don’t do drugs. I’ll expect my check by the fifteenth of every month.
Legalization would also necessitate making nice clean drugs, made according to government standards. These standards kick in about the time attorneys first find out about the third nipple you’ve grown after ingesting the legal drug your doctor gave you three months ago.
Most people I hang out with are outraged at their lack of privacy, and the their loss of freedom to organize terrorist cells. I, however, am soft on privacy and government surveillance. I say, have fun with it! When you are talking on your cell phone, burst out with random words now and then, words like ‘assassination’ or ‘Al-Quaeda’. Do this while you are talking to your mother.
I have a friend who came to visit us here in Sin City, where many things are legal except the lottery, unless you have a hooker you want to auction off for charity. We took him to visit Hoover Dam. There is very little here that is private, and if you think that ‘what happens here, really does stay here’, I have a casino I’d like to sell you.
As we walked over the bridge of the dam and passed a security guard, our friend said, ‘Jihad!’ in a high voice. The guard looked around, trying to determine the source of the word, and we prepared to roll over on our friend, if the guard decided our group should be filed somewhere at the bottom of the dam. (I haven’t heard from my friend in awhile, and I’ll just go check up on him, if you don’t mind.)
As for surveillance, if the government wants to spy on us with little robot cockroaches, moths, and drones, give them something to see. Dress your husband in thong panties and a bustier, while you dress as a leather-clad dominatrix, snapping a whip.
Reasonable people are all for education. I, however, am soft on literacy. I don’t care if everyone knows how to read and write, or not. No one reads or writes, anyway. If they tell me they are the next Dickens, I might relent. However, I don’t know anyone who has ever read Dickens, other than Tale of Two Cities, or the Christmas Carol, much less writes books like his. Writing is limited to a comment on a post they have put up on their Facebook wall, such as, ‘‘There kitten really wants that cheeseburger over their” and who am I to correct them?
Incidentally, someone commented on a quote they posted on their wall, which showed up on mine. It was a quote about literacy, and their comment said something like ‘whom wanted to read and write’. How could I tell this person they were really ignorant, without sounding smug and superior?
I really felt smug and superior, two of my favorite feelings, whomever wants to know, but those feelings come naturally to bigoted dweebs. Please continue to overlook all of my grammatical errors.
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