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note: April's income was $425! Twice the average, thank you all who donated. I don't expect that to continue but it sure was a nice start to a new "career". Thanks to all who bought from Amazon-you've been my bread and butter earnings this last decade plus.
Let’s play a little game. Let’s say that you are an average female, not petite but not Super Sized either, call it 140 pounds. Most of your weight is the fat in your ass and chest ( which is a good thing. If it was all in your thighs with nary an ounce up top you would be a hideously deformed Pear Person that could only get laid at 2AM. No offense! ) and not in muscle. You secretly have a thing for Bad Boys and your current boyfriend gets your motor running, especially when you go to the bar and he kicks ass and takes names. But then, surprisingly!, one day he starts to beat on you when you get lippy about something or other. You are an Independent Women and you aren’t going to play the abused game blaming yourself or sticking around for too long, so you aren’t a total dumbass. The second time you see the strike coming ( the first was a complete surprise ), so you have time to think and react. Here are your choices. You get all righteous and tell him he ain’t got no damn right! You say “hump this”, turn around and run. You let him hit you so you can have outrageous orgasms during make up sex.
If you picked number one or number three, you ARE a dumbass. Stupid is as stupid does, people. Here is another example. You work for a real jerk. He isn’t incompetent because his job isn’t to know about the industry you work for but to keep the Cubical Warriors in line and increasing production. It doesn’t help that he doesn’t know your job because he doesn’t understand the limitations you are under, but you understand that all jobs have bosses that unrealistically expect you to suspend the laws of physics and do the impossible, not just everyday but every hour. You are a typical worker drone with a wife who would financially slaughter you in a divorce, kids, debt up to your eyeballs and no hope of ever getting off the paycheck treadmill because of all the above. One day, the boss, being his usual dick-ness, starts berating another coworker unmercifully. Nothing new, right? But then the jerk decides it is your turn, and you are the floors most productive worker! This is bullspit! Here is what you can do. You can jump up, tell him to shove it up his ass because you didn’t do anything wrong and stand up for your rights. Or, you just lets him vent his spleen because that is just how he is, needing to assert dominance. Or, lastly, you decide that you are going to work overtime and save money and move to another company, betting the next boss MIGHT not be so bad. Again, only the middle option is the smart move. One or three, you are a dumbass.
One more. You are celebrating the New Year just a little too hard, alcohol flowing freely to blunt the pain of a bastard boss and a bitch wife, stumble out of the bar to make your way to the next watering hole ( because, when you are drunk you always figure that the booze tastes better and you’ll meet a better class of drunks in ANOTHER bar ) and you take a wrong turn into a dark alley. You aren’t at the Too Stupid To Live stage of inebriation just yet and so when a trio of unsavory ghetto dweller corner you and demand your wallet, backing up the demand with banished firearms, you find yourself with three choices. One, yell at them that they ain’t got NO damn right to assault you because your money is your property. Two, meekly hand it over and throw in your watch to garner goodwill. Three, try to run away. Again, only the middle answer is correct. If you chose option one or three, you are a dumbass.
And yet. The BlogOsphere is full of righteous indignation over government abuse of its power. The old bastard getting dragged off the airplane has now prompted articles showcasing other abuses such as forced waste sampling and other really nasty, gross, humiliating instances of abuse. You are then advised that only by standing up for your rights may we end these abuses. Yes! Mine Gott In Hemmel, YES! Stand UP to these outrages my brethren! Your rights may NOT be questioned! Rebel against the unjustness!
Ah, NO. Just kidding. You are a dumbass if you think you have rights and can protect them by not allowing them to proceed without protesting. What? Are you a hippie? You think we are in the Flower Power era where you had a right to protest? How did that work out for them? Does GOTT DAMN Kent State ring a bell, you moronic fecal smear!?!? The government said, in effect, oops, our bad, we’ll try to keep the casualties down next time. The hippies got water cannon to the face and attack dogs to the groins, and STILL our rights were taken away more and more year after year. Babies still got barbequed after all the protests. You have NO rights, because we as a society have NO balls. If you can’t put a gun to the head of a bully, he will still torment you. I am NOT advocating armed rebellion here. I’m as much of a pussy as you are. What I am saying is that only force grants you rights. Not the pinky promise of your imperial masters.
Blog writers who insist you have rights and invoke that you should insist on and protest for them are either hypocrites who call for a fight from a place of safety, dumb asses who confuse having a right conceded with having a right forced, or are blithering idiots who confuse a fantasyland full of glittery unicorns with the real world. I’ll confess to being a dumbass in the past, that Libertarian horse hockey BS running through my dulled mind ( just getting over being an alcoholic, and younger with an even higher dose of hormones, it is a wonder I could think at all and little surprise I fell for the Liberty Movement Through Peace schtick ). Thankfully for my rationality and reasoning I was beat about the head and shoulders with a Reality Stick, and now I’m All Good, Dawg! Beware dumbass advice from any quarter. Continued and completed tomorrow.
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