Paul Campos, a law professor at the university of Colorodo, was walking through the parking lot of a shopping mall when he saw a Ford Excursion with a “support the troops” ribbon decal on the back. he had a few things to say about it.
All I have to say, with complete honesty and agreement, is “Fucking brilliant.” And perhaps give a standing ovation. I know how you feel, and I can identify with some of the anger behind that reaction.
I’m sick of being looked at like an idiot most places I go because I don’t buy into the American myth that ultimately we are completely responsible for our own fate in this world, I’m tired of being thought naive because I don’t believe that it’s my duty to look out for myself and that the rest of the world can fuck off. I’m furious that, since I am not enlightened and perfect in word and deed, that any “flaw” in my lifestyle (such as smoking cigarettes, drinking coffee, being a lapsed vegetarian, and being a computer junkie) is seen as perfect justification for rejecting my social arguments.
I’ve got a wake-up call for a few of you out there in kool-aid land. When you start thinking beyond an adolescent emotional level (and that’s being cruel to adolescents), dividing the world into “The Good Guys” and “The Bad Guys” with a straight face, when you stop acting like the world is a kindergarten sandbox with rules you change any time you like with no consequences beyond the moment, then we can talk. But as long as you 1. either believe that some deity (or group thereof) is going to save you true believers while the rest of us burn, or 2. don’t give a damn about anyone else and could care less what happens after you die, or 3. feel comfortable letting other people do your thinking for you, writing the daily soundbites you then spout off at each other, your families, your neighbors, unsuspecting co-workers, co-passengers, and complete frickin’ strangers, while not once taking a few heartbeats to shut the hell up and actually look at the tripe you’re saying on behalf of people (usually in group number two) who couldn’t give two shits about you or anyone else (y’all in this third group are the ones who REALLY piss me off, can you tell?) then I don’t feel like I have to be reasonable with you anymore.
I’ll try, and I’ll try, and I’ll keep trying, because I love nothing more than watching someone else while they dig into all the information that’s out there and come up with their own conclusions. But the pressure’s off. It’s gone. Poof. Vanished. The agendas you support are no longer matters of discussion and debate, they are things that kill and demean people that must be resisted. I sure as hell hope Dean is what he presents himself as, at least in some degree, because I’d really like for the DLC to grow a little backbone, integrity, and human empathy. I’d like to see some unifying outrage going. I know just where I’d like to see it start; with the media, because I’m all too used to looking at the “two sides” of a political debate in this country wondering what piece of alien planetary real estate the talking heads are arguing over. But getting back to the point – reasonableness has been tried, and y’all don’t listen worth a damn.
So again, Bravo, Professor Campos. I know how you feel.
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