If you want me to like you, don’t make love to your colon from the inside.
I’m a middle-aged white heterosexual male, married to a woman of color for nearly twenty-five years, with a son.
My grandfather always said, “I never met a man I couldn’t like.” But he also said, “I will like a person until they give me a good reason not to.”
Sexual preference: I’m hetero. Some of my better friends aren’t.
My wife is one of color. I have friends of all colors, all races, shapes, sizes, and orientations.
What do I dislike?
i dislike people who try to kiss their colon from the inside, and then tell me I’m racist when I don’t like it.
What you do behind closed doors is not my business, or the governments. I don’t care what happens in any bedroom, except my one, UNLESS it physically harms someone in my own family or circle of friends.
But, if you want to be accepted for being you, then act it.
I don’t go around waving flags saying “I’m white, heterosexual and a father!” It’s nobody’s business. I go outside and do the best I can for my family. And, for the most part, am accepted for who I am, largely based on the way I conduct myself.
So, if you wish to be accepted as normal, then act it.
If you wish to be accepted as different, then continue to wave your flag, dance your dance, and dress however you think is ostentatious. But, if I don’t like it, or think it’s in poor taste, then don’t tell me I’m phobic. I’m not.
Similar comment with color. I have friends from nearly every continent on this earth (obvious exception of Antarctica since nobody lives there). But, if you wish to stick your head up your… and commence to loving the inside of your colon, I’m not going to like you. It’s not because of your skin color, it’s because you’re acting like it’s very hard to breathe, and you’re desperate.
I have friends from nearly every social status. And maybe, just maybe, it’s because I try to treat everyone as I would want them to treat me.
One comment, on women’s lib:
Three generations of my family have DEPENDED on the women in their lives. Many of them have chosen to be stay-at-home mothers. Others have decided to work from home, or to outright work. THEY ALL have my respect. And it is THEIR decision whether to work or not, to stay home or not. Frankly, the women are the more powerful part of my family. And they’ve earned that by proving the decisions that they’ve made have been in the best interests of the family.
I was raised in a time when it was polite, and necessary, to act as a gentlemen. Today, nearly fifty years later, I will still open doors, out of habit, respect, and doing the gentlemanly thing. I have seen a few women take offence. You have my apologies. One day, i hope you recognize that nothing offensive was meant by it. I was just taught to show ladies of all shapes and sizes the respect due to them as ladies.
I am not in a position to ensure that every woman gets equal pay be her employer for equal work, since I’m not the employer. But you can be certain that if I was in a position to do that, I would.
Capitalism, in today’s world, is more corporatism than capitalism.
Henry Ford, when he was alive believed that it was part of capitalism to treat the people who worked for you properly. After all, if you didn’t, then they couldn’t buy the goods you were producing. And then where would you be?
If you take a careful look at many of the wars or conflicts in the 20th century, and even in the last fifteen years, you’ll find corporatism is behind nearly all of them.
You’ll also find that as the gap widens between rich and poor, so to does the violence and crime. If you want to attack the root of all the crime problems, then pay workers’ decently, so that they can afford to live and spend money on the economy. But, for that to happen, we each have to take responsibility for each other.
Understand, I’m not advocating helping the lazy slob who refuses to work, because the dosh he receives from the government will pay his way. I’m saying that helping your own staff, and workers; helping those people who truly need it, including the working poor, and the veterans who can’t make ends meet, and the truly disabled; are the things that we are all here to do. Because if we can’t help each other, then why, really, are we here?