racists | The Middle-Aged Ingenue

If you’re offended by blue language, you might want to be on your merry way.

One of my most prized possessions.

I own these socks (from Blue Q) and would wear them every day if I could. Never before have I seen a quote that captures my essence quite as perfectly as this one does.

I AM a delicate fucking flower, goddammit! I’m the nicest person you would ever want to meet. I’m a giver, a nurturer, a dedicated friend ’til the end. I will stand up and fight beside you, for you.

Under the proper circumstances.

I’ve also been called bitchy, loud-mouthed, sassy, and bossy. Since I was 8 years old.

I am an unlikeable woman. I’ve learned to embrace that. I’m proud of it.

I am in good company.

And like my unlikeable sisters, I do not give a flying fuck.

Sure, sometimes those sharp, targeted words can sting, but not enough to make me stop being me.

It’s a dichotomy – the whole delicate fucking flower persona.

Let me explain.

I have a fabulously over-developed sense of justice. I am a Libra, after all.

Nothing upsets me more than to see anyone, anything being treated unfairly. To see bullies attempting to force their will and beliefs on everyone else. Attempting to legislate that shit. Innocent people suffering and dying because of selfishness, ignorance, sanctimony, a political vendetta, or just plain dickishness. I’m very sensitive to any type of injustice. I have a knack for honing in on it. It’s a blessing and a curse. Mostly a blessing.

Racists, homophobes, liars, Neo-Nazis, pseudo-Christians, religious bullies and bigots, (Dominionists, particularly), animal abusers, child abusers, sexual abusers, spouse abusers, pussy grabbers, pussy grabber apologists, authority abusers, authority figures who murder people based on melanin levels, antichoicers, xenophobes, those suffering from the every-growing scourge anti-Semitism and jingoism, NRA-worshiping ammosexuals, Fox “News” and alt-right zombies, war-mongers, whore-mongers, misogynists, sexists – all those folks in that big basket of proud Deplorables. I know I’ve missed someone…. Oh yeah, Islamophobes.

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Um, NO! I will not tolerate them or their revolting behavior.

It’s called righteous indignation.

Out come the thorns.

I will – and usually do – call out those assholes on their dumbfuckery every chance I get.

The curse – I can sometimes be indiscriminate about identifying the offending jerks.

I am a champion of the underdog. That goes with being a delicate flower.

I’m not shy about supporting my causes. Why should I be? Those cretins are certainly not shy about their bullshit.

I know I can’t change the world, but I do have a voice and a forum. That voice may be shrill and bossy, but it gets my job done. I sleep well at night.

I have a gut feeling that the above-mentioned assholes – they’re the very people who find me unlikable.

Good.

Would YOU want their approval?

H/T: Video courtesy of WhoHaHa

As a general rule, I try really hard to see the good in people. But let’s be honest, in today’s world, that can be difficult. Thankfully, the vast majority of people I deal with are at the very least pleasant and reasonably intelligent. Most have been taught basic respect for others and in most cases, some manners. Most people are civil – at least to your face. I make a effort to reciprocate. That’s how society works, no?

Social protocol (or lack thereof) on Facebook is a different animal all together. God bless you, if you dare, click on a comments section of a Facebook posting about, well, pretty much anything (other than kittens or a cocktail). Warning: This comes with its own set of risks. One can quickly lose all faith in humanity if one is not careful. Why would anyone want to do this to themselves, you ask. Curiosity. To gauge the social climate. Entertainment. Masochism.

Although I have been spending less and less time on social media, bashing my head against the Wall of Idiocy, I made the mistake yesterday of venturing into the comments section of a story on our local newspaper’s page. I really wish I hadn’t. I ended up in the fetal position for the remainder of the evening. My take-away from that experience – the majority of people who live in my area and post on social media are reprehensible. Stupid. Vicious. Vindictive. Racist (racism is big in these parts). Hypocritical. Vile. Frightening. Embarrassing. Facts, statistics, and verifiable, credible sources mean nothing to these people. Common decency means nothing to these people. It’s horrifying.

I’ve learned my lesson, for the time being anyway.

I’m no longer naive enough to think I can reason with the unreasonable.

I am not the jackass whisperer. (I prefer stronger language, actually.)