Ron goes all curmudgeonly today.
Y’know . . . based on what I see from the Hidin/Ho administration, it looks as if they’re deliberately tryin to incite an insurrection. Hairylegs Joey is going pedal-to-the-metal to set up CWII and really get a large bunch of well-armed rednecks really pissed off, and his cackler vice accident is about as useful as Hillary in a relay race.
I haven’t heard anything useful come out of the White House since January. And a demented old swamp-rat professional plagiarizer “mandating” me to do ANYthing is about the same as Forrest Gump giving me directions for constructing a T-Rex out of potato peelings and coffee grounds.
So . . . I got some words of wisdom for Joe, and Ho, and the alphabet news networks, and the Hollywood elite, and libs in general. Listen up, assholes:
Basically, I don’t really much give a damn if someone else has a huge mansion with a bunch of expensive cars and state-of-the-art electronic gadgets.
I mean, yeah . . . it’d be nice to have all those things, I guess, but consider the upkeep, the taxes, the utility bills on a mansion, and the insurance on a fleet of fancy cars, and the threat of theft or damage to fones, laptops, flatscreens, and so on.
Some people work hard to get what they wind up with . . . some inherit money and stuff from relatives . . . some win it in lotteries or poker games . . . some just outright steal it in one way or another.
But, so what . . . once they got it, I really don’t care, and I really don’t want to take any of it away from ‘em, or redistribute it to the less fortunate, or donate it in some guilt-trip to somebody who made some stunningly bad decisions or just had a run of really bad luck.
See . . . I got enough. Roof, running water, reliable electricity, steady income, big TV screens, functioning iMac, good dog, great life-long partner/wife, no long-term major debts, reasonable health for someone my age. Am I lucky? Of course I am, primarily to have been born where I was when I was.
But I also worked for what I have today . . . 24 years in the military, a BA and MA re-starting from scratch after a false start 60 years ago and paid for by the G.I. Bill, 16 years teaching in the local college and university. Income retirements from Navy, Florida state university system, and Social Security, which I paid into for 40 years.
I don’t have a LOT, but I really don’t NEED anything more than what I have, unless it’d be repair of my shoulder and hip-joint issues that keep me from playin golf.
So, what am I goin’ on about . . . well, it’s this: get outta my face with this equality crap. Life isn’t fair. Lady Luck can be a bitch sometimes. Hurricanes happen. Earthquakes happen. Disease happens. It’s not my fault that some people smoke and never get cancer while others never smoke and die from the stuff.
Stop lecturing me about inequality, about how unfair it is that the 1% have all the wealth and all the power. I’m not at all certain that any of them are any more content than I am despite their millions, their status, their luxuries.
Stay away from me with your gender inequities, your systemic racism, your boo-hoo bullshit about the treatment of Muslims and gays and trannies and “refugees.” Life’s a bitch, and then you die. Mother Nature really doesn’t care about anybody’s personal problems.
Lay off me with the divisive crap about money, wage scales, pigmentation, gender confusion, black lives matter, white people being responsible for everything that’s gone wrong in human history since Adam (who was brown, BTW) ate the forbidden fruit.
And stop trying to convince the country that at least half the population is black and every 5th person is gay or lesbian or trans, or that people of color can’t be racist. NOTHING is more racist than a black Congressional caucus or a Black Miss America contest or a TV network which uses beautiful African or mixed-race or same-sex families in well over half their commercials.
Don’t tell me how to live my life, what to eat, what medicines to take, where I can go, what I can wear, what I can or can’t do, when I can do things, and with whom.
Don’t try to make me feel bad about something somebody else’s grandfather might or might not have done 200 years ago to a black or brown person. Forget about trying to convince me that I owe somebody I’ve never met a recompense for something that went on 2 centuries ago. And while you’re at it, do some research on the percentage of slaves in the US who were white . . . you might be surprised.
If you want a god and have one you like, good for you if it makes you happy. I honestly believe that a moderate religion is good for society. But don’t tell me that I have to have the same god and worship it the way you want me to or I’m condemned to hell.
And don’t waste half a minute telling me how Islam is a religion of peace until you’ve looked at what ISIS, Al Qaeda, and the Taliban have wrought in Afghanistan.
Don’t even think about asking me for money to support a politician or a political party. You want to waste your money on professional parasites and thieves? Fine. Go ahead. I really don’t care about your politics, and don’t forget that your right to be happy ends where mine begins if they conflict.
So if you had in mind doing any of that stuff to or for me, think again. Go play your holier-than-thou games with your woke snowflake friends. Or, even simpler, just go away. I won’t miss you any more than you’d miss me if I disappeared.