I am coming to agree with my daughter that I deserve the sobriquet Grumpy. Case in point was seeing the entry below on a Facebook entry:
How many homophobes does it take to change a light bulb? A: None – They are afraid of change, even if it will make the world a brighter place.
I saw this a few weeks after the Supreme Court rendered its decision on DOMA and gay marriage was legalized in California. To me these decisions were good steps to getting the government out of peoples’ lives. There may be valid reasons for denying gays state sanctioned marriage but none have to do with the sanctity of heterosexual union. But that is for another entry.
What raised my hackles and my blood pressure was that stupid entry. A homophobia joke which, in the current context if its use, paints a picture of fear on anyone who does not agree with the politically correct current slogans. As an example of similar phobias we have
- Homophobia – Does not agree that gay marriage should be accepted and endorsed by the state. Does not agree that being gay is just as normal as being straight. Afraid of the obvious truth.
- Islamophobia – Does not believe that Islam cannot possibly be a threat. Afraid of the obvious truth.
How do I state this nicely and politically correctly? Fu## You!
There are solid arguments against gay marriage, Islam and other, so-called, phobias. It seems that the arguments for these are stronger and have begun to triumph. To label everyone who disagrees with the current political correctness as phobic diminishes the argument and makes the labeler look like a moron. It makes the labeler look intelligence-phobic.
There are certain situations which strike to the core of one’s being. This is not one of them.
I am traveling for business this week to the St. Laurent suburb of Montreal. Finishing my tasks at 19:45 last night, I decided to drop my computer back to the hotel and walk to a local restaurant for dinner.
On arriving at the restaurant, my attention was on the lovely young lady at the host table. She noticed me and asked, en Francais, if we were together. I must have looked confused, for I had not noticed that directly behind me had entered another most attractive young woman.
This woman had lustrous dark hair, a petite figure which accentuated curves which we very well placed and a beautiful face. If I had to guess, I would place her age in the 20 – 25 range.
I indicated that we were not together. As it turns out, she was there to meet some friends. She moved into the restaurant and I saw her no more that evening.
The hostess was a bit flustered, perhaps thinking she had caused offense. I was not offended in any way to have her think that I was with that beauty. At least I was not until she apologized.
“I thought you two were together.” she said. “I thought you were her father.”
Depressed, tamed and made elderly, all in one sentence.
Coffee is a human right.
Good coffee is a privilege.