As a middle-aged, white, Christian male I am the epitome of evil. I know this because people are continually telling me this. And with the excluding of the middle-aged part, it’s pretty much a toss-up over which element makes me the most reprehensible.
And I’m sorry. Sorry that they will no doubt be disappointed when I say I have no intention of changing. Except the middle-age part. I intend to go on living as long as I can in order to become an elderly, white, Christian male. I will continue to be everything they feel to be evil because, well frankly, I’ve not seen anything from them that suggests that their way of living makes them happier than my way of living makes me. In fact, based on what I see, they don’t seem very happy at all. In spite of what they say, they seem to feel that the best response to what they see as hate (and they seem to see everything in terms of hate) is to work up a full head of hate in return.
I don’t want to live that way. And that’s where their ideology seems to lead. I’ve got a life to live, a family to love, a God to follow, a home and yard to work, and furry things to care for. I’ve got people to get to know and work with to try and make our neighborhood, community, and company better. I’ve got stories to write, music to listen to, games to play. I’ve got children to teach and encourage and enjoy.
The people who are so quick to judge me, oddly enough, don’t know me. They look at my “identity” and that’s all they see. To them I can never be Thom Stratton. I will always and only be a middle-aged, white, Christian male, and therefore part of the problem, no matter how much I may actually be doing to be part of the solution that they are still trying to find. They don’t know me, and they don’t seem to care. And so I feel little obligation to care one whit about what they think of me. As the saying goes, “I won’t care how much you know until I know how much you care.” They don’t care about me. They make that frequently and abundantly clear.
I’ve already got what I need to be happy. Until they show me that what they’ve got to offer will make me happier I think it best to ignore them. They can tell me until they’re blue in the face. I’m not from Missouri, but they’re still going to have to show me. And I’ve seen all I need to know.
That way lies madness, not happiness.
yeah, but, you left out one thing. BEING white Christian male BY DEFINITION makes you the embodiment of hate. You just fail to realize how hateful you are because you have spent your whole life hating, so you see hate in everything, so you project your hater hatefulness onto these poor loving lovers. … bastage.
Ha! Great post.
Absolutely.
Nope. Doesn’t fit. You listen, think, & ponder before you write/speak/have spirited conversation rather than just repeat what others want you to. Yep, too much of an open mind means you can not be shoved into that catagory.
Thanks for the vote of confidence, Angel. More often the actual order is probably I write, then think, then trash-can the post instead of posting it. As long as the result looks the same as what you say, I’ll take it. 😉
Don’t worry, Thom. I know that you only make sense by accident.
You’re saying Moriarty knows I’m an idiot?
not just Moriarty a.k.a. Arty Morty.
Name that reference! Good one, Bill.
One of my all time favorite movies.