In these mean-spirited times, a sliver of grace and good: After Wyoming Sen. Mike Enzi told students at Greybull High School, "I know a guy who wears a tutu and goes to bars on Friday night and is always surprised that he gets in fights. Well, he kind of asks for it," defiant supporters of LGBTQ equality - including lots of scruffy, smiling, boots-and-jeans straight guys - took to wearing tutus to work, school and, yes, bars to protest Enzi's blame-the-victim response...
I feel better!
There is hope for us.
I could repeat the cliche, "The best remedy for democracy is more democracy".
America has always been a plutocratic oligarchy.
How long will it remain one?
Until it becomes a molten slag heap, aka any minute now.
Bert, maybe you will someday quit being a pessimist.
Heaps of slag don't smell bad. Heaps of shit do.
Tom - Apologies, but can't quit being a pessimist when that label doesn't quite fit. In fact,
here's the real me.
I'm a bigger sap than a mere idealist or a cockeyed optimist, because I think humans have the capacity to become anything they choose to be. But I have this nasty little realist in the back of my head that says we're going to choose badly. That's not pessimism - it's just my best guess based on what the fuck we've done heretofore. I'm open for evidence to the contrary.
I'm stuck like a dope
with a thing called hope
and I can't get it out of my heart.
Unfortunately, I also can't get it into my mind.
... humans have the capacity to become anything they choose to be. But I have this nasty little realist pessimist in the back of my head that says we're going to choose badly.
Bert, that's a most interesting sentence.
First, the cockeyed optimist would say we're going to choose well.
Second, drop the final word and we get ...
... humans have the capacity to become anything they choose to be. But I have this nasty little existentialist in the back of my head that says we're going to choose.
Bingo, the pessimist became an existentialist, a realist.
I don't know Robert Burns' Scot language, so ...
Would that what's-her-name the gifty gie us, to see ourselves how others see us.
BTW, it's been too long since I played my South Pacific CD.
Postscript. With some expert help I got it out of ...
... my heart and mind, or my mind and heart.
One of those.
Tutu that voodoo that you do so well.
This is nothing new. Desmond TuTu fought for equality decades ago.
In all seriousness....I love this kind of activism. It makes a total joke of a ridiculous statement and a ridiculous person. In the end we all get a good laugh and the instigator gets embarrassingly mocked. You just can't win against snark.
Absolutely, Carl! Snark power forever. It may be the only thing that saves us collectively from Paul Siimon's nightmare - ending up a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard.