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Month: October 2016

What’s Wrong With Political Correctness?

What’s Wrong With Political Correctness?

What is political correctness? according to Wikipedia, the definition of Political Correctness; Political correctness (adjectivally: politically correct), commonly abbreviated to PC, is a term that, in modern usage, is used to describe language, policies, or measures that are intended not to offend or disadvantage any particular group of people in society.

I fail to see how this would be a problem, with anyone. However in this election cycle Donald Trump and his supporters often complain that a big problem this country has, is being “politically correct”.  What?

Obviously, Donald Trump, his surrogates, and many of his supporters also believes this. You can easily confirm this yourself. Just Google, or listen to the things he has said in the last 15 months or so.

Here are just ten examples. There are literally hundreds more.

I believe that Donald Trump, his surrogates and supporters who believe that America is too politically correct, ARE DEAD WRONG!

Let me just give you a few examples to support my case on why political correctness is absolutely essential in a civil society.

Donald Trump and his supporters have often criticized President Obama and even demanded that he resign because Obama refuses to utter the words “Radical Islam”

President Obama has said; “We are not at war with Islam. We are at war with people who have perverted Islam,” he said at the Summit on Countering Violent Extremism in February 2015.

President Obama’s carefully chosen “politically correct” words actually convey several important messages.

  • The United States is not at war with Islam or the 1.5 billion around the world who practice it. This includes several hundred thousand American citizens.
  • As President of the United States he is also reiterating how he is President of “all the people” whether you voted for him, or not, and no matter what your relegous beliefs may be.
  • President Obama fully understands that words matter, words are powerful. You must choose your words carefully.

This same sort of “Political Correctness” run amok argument was also used over the controversy over the Confederate flag. Proponents of keeping the Confederate flag claimed it was a symbol of Southern Pride and everyone was being too politically correct.

The problem is, the Confederate flag is deeply offensive to literally millions of Americans. As a civil society don’t we have an obligation to consider the feelings of literally millions of our fellow citizens? Isn’t being politically correct just another phrase describing compassion, empathy and human decency?

As a political correct society we have virtually eliminated slang names for women, in civil society that women find offensive. These slang terms include; Amazon – arm candy – astronaut’s wife – Aunt Jemima – aviation blonde – b – babe – bad kitty – bag – bag bitch – BBW – beast – beav – beaver – Becky – Benjamin – Betty – biddie – biddy – Big Booty Judy – bimbo – bimho – bint – bird – bisnotch – bitch – blonde – bob – booth babe – box – breezie – breezy – bridezilla – broad – Buffy – bunny boiler – burger – bushpig – butch – butterface – butter face – butterhead – cat – chank – chica – chicadee – chick – chickabee – chickadee – chicken head – chicken hoe – chiquita – chiquita banana – classy hoochie – cougar – cow – crank whore – crockadillapig – cronk – cunt – ‘c’ word – dame – decent Rita – dime – dish – ditz – diva – doll – double R – dudette – f4f – fag hag – feedbag material – fem-fetale – filly – flange – flipper – floozie – floozy – foxy – gal – ghetto bird – ghetto ho – GILF – girl – girlfriend – girlie – girly – girly-girl – gold digger – good sort – Grimace – grizzly chicken – gurl – gyal – gyal dem – heina – ho bagel – hockey whore – hoe – hogbeast – homegirl – ho-nasty – hooch – hoochie – hose beast – hoss – hot ma’ – hunny – hussy – huzzie – ice queen – jackpine savage – Jane Doe – Jenny McCarthy – jumper – jumpoff – karena – lass – LOLITA – lumberjack – ma – ma’am – mack mamma – mami – manizer – manster – MIF – MILF – millihelen – minger – MIWLF – mole – moll – Mona Bushpig – mudpout – MWF – old bag – Omega Mu – pass around pussy – Pebbles – pigeon – poon – poontang – popcorn hoe – prostitot – puck bunny – pussy – PYT – queen bee – ragamuffin – rasp – rat – RUB – runner – sauerkraut – sausage jockey – scud – sea donkey – sea hag – sex kitten – sexy mama – shawty – Sheila – shiksa – shorty – sista – sister – skank – skeezy ho – sketel – sko – sleaze – sorostitute – space queen – split-tail – Susan Glenn – suspy – swamp donkey – sweet sister of mine – SWF – SWM – tail – tart – toots – tramp – trick – trim – troglodyte – troll – twinkie – twist – two o’clock beauty queen – vamp – village bicycle, the – what’s-her-face – whatshername – whooty – whore – wild – woofer – Xbox – yak – younger model – yummy mummy.

I for one agree that if women find these terms to be offensive, then we as a society have to respect their wishes. Certainly, this is politically correct, but it is mostly respecting the wishes of women. What’s wrong with that?

Sports teams with names e.g.- “Washington Redskins” and “Cleveland Indians” are offensive to Native Americans.

These sports teams have been around for a few dozen years. Native Americans have been around for ~13,000 years. So who’s feelings should we be respecting? It seems to me that the answer is perfectly clear.

The same is true for politically “incorrect” names for; disabled people, homeless people, the mentally ill, poor white people, LGBT people, Jews, Muslims, Asians, Hispanics, African Americans, etc., etc. I could keep going on and on. But, I think I have proven my point.

Political Correctness is a basic requirement for a civil society. Political Correctness is nothing more then the language of inclusiveness, and respect for others.

Political Correctness, is the glue that holds our society together. Political Correctness, facilitates open communication. Political Correctness, promotes understanding between opposing views.

Next time, someone tries to explain to you that the problem with America, is political correctness.  they have just attempted to justify their; misogynistic, racist, bigoted or xenophobic beliefs, as the problems or incorrect beliefs of others instead of themselves…..The problem in America is not “Political Correctness” it is the false narrative that others use to try to justify their personal prejudices against others.

So,  What’s Wrong With Political Correctness? Nothing, Nothing at all.

As Always,

I Am

Tom Dye, The Safety Guy

Why Do People Fear Others Who Are Different From Themselves?

Why Do People Fear Others Who Are Different From Themselves?

To me the answer to this question is stupidly obvious.

Familiarity!

It is impossible become familiar with something just by reading about it, watching it in a movie or on television, or seeing it on the news. What I mean is familiarity absolutely requires “one-on-one” human interactions on a personal level.

To further illustrate this, I am going to use my own life experiences to make my case.

I was born in Southern California in 1958. I was raised in a typical middle class family. Both my parents worked typical jobs, and I have one sibling, a younger sister that is 2.5 years younger then me. My parents were High School sweethearts, and my Mother was 19 and my Father was 21 when they got married.

We were literally, the typical 1950’s nuclear family. We lived in a typical 3 bedroom tract house, in a typical Southern California neighborhood.

As I look back on it, my formative years were definitely NOT “Ozzie & Harriet” but  something entirely different. Try to imagine what you would get if you were to take; Laugh-In, Adam-12, The Brady Bunch, Dragnet, The Jefferson’s, All in the Family, Star Trek, The Bob Newhart Show,  Sanford & Son, Chico & the man, and threw all of them into a blender, blend on high until thoroughly mixed, and poured them out to create something new. Well you get the idea.

I went to school and grew up in a typical medium/large Southern California city that demographically included a mix of Whites, African Americans, Hispanics, and Asians. You see, for me this was my “normal” reality. We all played together, went to school together, ate dinner at each others houses, had neighborhood barbecues, rode our bikes together (most of us had Schwinn Stingrays back then). you know all the usual stuff that kids do.

So, for me, Blacks, were just like me except they had a much darker skin tone, they had some different cultural identities, but hay, we all have these, right?

Hispanics, especially Mexicans which were the predominate Hispanic population in Southern California, once again different cultural identities, but I have to say their ethnic foods were amazing. I even learned some Spanish. Mostly swear words though.

The Asians were also cool. I actually never thought anything about any of this as being anything other than absolutely normal.

There was also the typical mix of hippies, jocks, rockers, potheads, feminists, and everything in between. I knew them all and we all got along just fine.  Sometimes there were minor conflicts, but mostly not. Typical kids stuff.

If you were a teenager in Southern California in the 1960’s or the 1970’s, like I was, You most likely smoked pot. This was the norm across all racial lines. I was no different. This was actually a good social ice breaker.

Once again…

Familiarity!

When I was 17 my parents moved us up to the mountains in Central California, to a really, really, small town called Ahwahnee, population 550. They had bought 80 acres a few years prior to that, and off we went. Talk about culture shock for a Southern California boy. Kind of like a reverse Beverly Hillbillies.

This area still had Blacks and Hispanics, who by this time were normal by my upbringing. But now I was meeting Cowboys, Cowgirls, Ranchers, American Indians, and so much more. Talk about culture shock. These people not only talked different from me, they dressed different as well. Believe me when I say, that this an entirely different reality then anything I had experienced before. My first impressions were; OMG, we’ve landed on planet redneck.

I don’t know if my parents had actually considered that moving my sister and me up to the mountains in the middle of nowhere was a better environment or what…..

Well, let me tell you, I learned within a week of moving to Ahwahnee, that this was the area where they actually grew all the pot. I just thought that this fact was ironic.

(I It’s important to state at this point that, I haven’t smoked pot in over 28 years now, but the fact that I did then is vaguely relevant to the story. Personally, I don’t have a position one way or another on if people should or should not be smoking pot.)

Once again…

Familiarity!

We moved up to the Sierra Nevada foothills during our summer vacation after my Junior year of high school.  I didn’t know a soul except my parents and my sister.

Let me tell you about Ahwahnee. At that time, it had a population of 550, there were 6 party line telephones, and the dirt road that lead to our home from the actual road was 1/2 mile long. Talk about isolation.

You have to understand, the entire town consisted of two bars; The Country Inn, and The Hitching post Saloon, a post office, two feed stores, a general store, a real estate office, a volunteer fire department, and a church and that was about it

Just by wandering around out of sheer boredom, I did met a few of the local kids my age (or close to my age) Now, these were people different than others I had known in my life, but they were certainly friendly enough. Although, I never did understand the cowboy boots and chewing tobacco thing.

Although, I certainly did understand the; “Do You Want To Get High?” question. Talking about breaking the ice. I am pretty sure that when I was a teenager, this line was sort of a test to see if we hand any sort of common ground no matter how tenuous. Now, that we had minimal common ground, could begin to learn from each other and maybe even became friends. I could even begin to overlook the cowboy boots and chewing tobacco thing.

I especially  developed very strong friendships with Dave, Rocky, Keith, and Doug. Not to mention Carol, Dixie and Glenda, just to name a few.

I met my first real “American Indians” or “Native American” face to face, fairly quickly. Now, this was a totally new experience for me.

One of the early things I heard, being such a small town,  was The Hitching Post Saloon, which was a beer bar, and had a couple of pool tables, and was one of the very few places to hang out. I found out that some of the regulars used to buy a bunch of beers and place them around the corner from the bar, near the pool tables, and I could drink a beer without the bartender, Rich ever being the wiser. Hey, at 17 years old, this was certainly a major consolation prize, for having to live in the middle of nowhere.

Later on, there were also plenty of times that Rich was passed out from drinking his Whiskey that he kept in one of those red coke coolers, that I could literally serve myself from the tap, and no one knew, or cared. But that is a different story.

Let me tell you about, Rich the Bartender. This dude was a cowboy from the word go, and, no shit he walked just like John Wayne. I am not sure if he walked liked that because of the whiskey he drank all the time that he used to keep in the old red Coca-Cola cooler behind the bar or not. He used to start the night with whiskey and Coke, and has the night went on, his drinks kept looking more and more like straight Whiskey.

Most people just called him Cowboy.

Rich used to get so drunk that instead of going home, he would spend the night in this little travel trailer parked outside the bar. He once found two kittens and he used to feed them. I once asked what their names were and he replied, “Shit” and “Ass”.  He was a colorful guy. I grew to like him a lot. I have a lot of stories about Rich.

More on Rich the bartender, the Hitching Post Saloon, and living in Ahwahnee in the late 1970’s, in future story, stay tuned. Believe me, it gets even more bizarre.

Once again…

Familiarity!

Wow! before I took this stroll down the rabbit hole of long forgotten memories, I was going to tell you about my first encounter with “real live” American Indians.

I hitch-hiked down the 3 miles or so the The Hitching Post Saloon, not for anything except for sheer boredom. I had already been there a few times and sort of knew, Rich the Bartender.

I walked in and right away noticed that there was 6 or 7 American Indians (Native Americans) playing pool. I had never seen an American Indian in person before. These guys were big guys. The biggest meanest looking one of all, named Iggy. (I learned his name a few minutes later). Quite frankly, they looked like a pretty scary bunch.

These guys all had jet black hair, brown skin and brown eyes. When I say that they looked like the typical stereotype of American Indians in the westerns these guys could have just walked off a Hollywood movie set.

Great, I thought no playing pool for me. There were a few other redneck looking cowboys in the bar as well.

I went up to the bar and sat down and ordered a Pepsi. Besides Rich the Bartender was there as well as, “Flo” one of the owners of the bar. Flo was interesting in the fact that the more she drank, the faster she would blink. At the time she was blinking up a storm.

I sat down at the bar, drinking my Pepsi and lit up a Marlboro Red. Of course I thought I was cool. At this time I had fairly long hair. (This was decades before I actually started losing hair)

No more then two minutes had went by before I heard a male voice from right behind me asking; “Hey, is that a man or a women?” several others laughed at this joke that was quickly becoming obvious that I was the brunt of it…..

I looked up to the mirror behind the bar and was horrified to find that the redneck cowboys (three or four of them) that I had noticed when I first came in, were now standing about three feet behind me.

This was not good!

Just as I was envisioning my ass being kicked by a bunch of rednecks, There was another commotion. The American Indians, remember them? who were previously playing pool at the back of the bar, were now pushing themselves through the rednecks until they were standing right behind me.

The biggest meanest looking Indian of them all was right behind me, telling the redneck that was not a very nice thing to say to their friend. The rednecks began backing away.

He gently started pulling me off the bar-stool and started heading for the door. He was saying dude, it’s good to see you again, we’re just stepping out to get some air come on.

We went outside, and he introduced himself as Iggy. I thanked him profusely for their assistance and he told me something that I still remember to this day. “That’s OK, little man, anyone that the rednecks have a problem with, is OK with us”.

Up until this second, I had no idea that the cowboys and Indians were still fighting, but evidently they were.

He told me to go home, but not to worry, because these guys would not be bothering me again.

The funny things is, he was right. The rednecks never bothered me again. I guess it’s a good thing to have friends that were known to be crazy.

I later became friendly, not only with just Iggy, but several other local American Indians as well.

Iggy, and his friends used to regularly get drunk, and get in huge physical altercations with the hardcore rednecks. But they were always cool to me. I actually learned a lot from them

Once again…

Familiarity!

I met hippies living in a commune, not one, but two, pool sharks, and many other interesting characters. Most were very different from me. I learned a lot from each and every one of them. We had all kinds of awesome adventures together, but most importantly they were my friends.

Once again…

Familiarity!

Fast forward, I finished my senior year in High School, and waited till my 18th birthday came around again in February. Two weeks after my 18th birthday, I moved 350 miles South to Chatsworth, Ca.

My friend David from the mountains had moved there a few months earlier to work with his Grandfather making redwood gates. David called and said they needed more help, That’s how I ended up in Chatsworth.

There was nothing special about Chatsworth, Ca. The city is located in the San Fernando Valley. You have to understand that Southern California is just one big mega-city. The only way you can tell that you entered another city, is the street signs are a different color.

However, this story is not about David, redwood-gates or Chatsworth, Ca. Although, I have a lot of great stories about people and my experiences during this time.

This is strictly about one unique person, our neighbor directly across the street from us.

As I remember, his name was Joe. He was a little on the short side, maybe 5’5″-5’6″ tall. Joe had a full beard and mustache. Joe was pretty muscular and usually wore red plaid shirts, Levis and work boots. He always reminded me of a short lumberjack. He was also about 165 pounds and muscular.

I had seen Joe coming and going for several weeks before I actually met him. He was a few years older than us, maybe late twenties or thirty, so he didn’t go out of his way to hang out with us.

I found out sometime later that there was something else about Joe. He was a surgically transitioning Transsexual.  There was nothing to give any indication that he was anything other than how he looked.

Joe was born Kathy. He had been taking male hormones for years, had his breasts removed and was currently going through the final surgical phase to create a penis. Joe liked women as much as I do, and we talked about the usual stuff that guys talked about, when guys get together.

We eventually got to know one another fair well and we would hang out, have a couple of beers or whatever. I thought Joe was a pretty interesting guy. My only criticism would be the “lumberjack look” I never thought this to be a really good fashion statement, but to each their own. He had a girlfriend that was cute, so I guess it worked for him.

Now, When I first met Joe, to me he was just a short lumber jack type, manly man. When I found out that Joe was a Transsexual, did that change my perception of him? Absolutely not. Joe was my friend, and there was no turning back now. Besides, I thought it was fascinating.

Joe seem relieved that I didn’t run away in terror when I found out about it. Of course, since I have an inquiring mind, I also had a thousand questions.

Joe was happy to answer all my questions.  Here is what I learned:

Firstly, San Francisco was one of the few places in the country in the late 1970’s that did this type of sexual reassignment surgery. The surgery was coupled with psychological counseling.

This explained why Joe would not  be around for days at a time.

Did he still have female parts? Yes.

Are they going to make you a penis? Yes.

This was the stage where Joe was right now. He offered to show me how they were going to accomplish this. I agreed.

Stop it right there, I know what you are thinking, this had nothing to do with sex or anything else, this was science.

He stood up pulled down the front of his shorts and there was a large bandage. He peeled back the bandage and I saw what looked just like a suitcase handle from the top of his groin to just below his belly button.

Through incisions and skin grafts they created a handle and it would stay this way until it was fully healed. Later another surgery would release the handle from the top,

Eventually they would create a more realistic look, and through skin grafts and artificial testicles (yes, these are a thing) would finish it off.

The final phase would be to create a tube between his bladder through the penis. This would allow him to pee standing up just like every other man.

Of course, I had to know, how do you get it up? or can you? – Here is where fucking science comes into play. When they were finally finished, another feature is another tube, or hollow space that open just below the testicles and ended just below the head. This hollow space was where he could insert a stainless steel rod, appropriately called a “stiffener”.

No, he was not doomed to have a realistic looking penis just hanging limp between his legs, Oh No! Just insert the stiffener, and he could have an erection for hours, days, or weeks if he wanted to. Now, this was impressive to say the least.

And, remember this was decades before “Viagra” and their ominous warning that erections lasting more than 4 hours could be hazardous to your health. Ha, Viagra’s got nothing on this guy.

Joe eventually completed his surgeries and moved on with his life. I still remember has a very funny guy, and a friend. Except for the lumber jack fashion statement, he was just a regular guy.

Obviously, during this year/year and a half there were many other unusual and memorable people, and experiences but Joe was by far the most interesting of them all.

Once again…

Familiarity!

I started living with a girl from Connecticut, eventually she wanted to move back home to New Milford, Ct. She wanted me to go with her. Me being a California boy and having never lived anywhere else agreed. So, off we went

We arrived in New Milford, Connecticut in late August of 1978.

Within a week we were meeting her friends who lived in Mew Milford.

This was another first for me. Just by sheer luck of the draw I met the; Gay, Artist, Intellectual crowd.

Don’t get me wrong. I am not gay, not that there’s anything wrong with that. Whoever someone loves or chooses to be with is absolutely fine with me. The point is that this was another group of people who are totally different from me,  who I had previously had little interactions with.

I met some of the most amazing and close friends that I have ever known in my entire life. I finally felt like I had met the most interesting and accepting group of friends that I had ever known. Some of my friends are now passed away, but many are still my friends to this day. My entire life was preparing me for this very moment in time.

I met gays, lesbians, straight people, intellectuals, musicians, actors, artists, outcasts, business people and everything in between. I never met a single person through this group that I didn’t immediately consider to be my friend. I even met people that I am fairly certain that I would have never met, or even considered to be my friend if not for this core group of amazing friends.

These amazing individuals included: Neal, Joe, Jeff, John, Dave, Rich, Dawn, Carol, Kathy, Julie and Jeanine.

Through each of them, I met several other people and so on, and so one.

Although, the main catalyst was my friend, Neal. He has since passed away, but his legacy and the friendships he facilitated are still strong today.  It was not uncommon to hear the phrase; “Any friend of Neal’s is a friend of mine”

I can honestly say that this was absolutely true, and still is.

Once again…

Familiarity!

In the early 1980’s I moved to nearby Danbury, CT.  This was a great time in my life. Sometime in the later 1980’s a Punk bar opened in town. I love punk rock, Ska, And New Music. I started listening to punk in 1975 starting with Patti Smith. I love Patti Smith to this day. I also began listening to; The Buzzcocks, Lords of the New Church, Sex Pistols, The Damned, Richard Hell, Iggy Pop, and others. I especially liked The Ramones. I was fortunate enough to have seen The Ramones, “live” 22 times.

Anyway, The Chameleon Cafe opened in town. I was literally in Punk Rock heaven. Live Punk Rock music 6 days a week. There were no other venues like this within 50 miles.

I became such a fixture at The Chameleon Cafe, that I eventually began working there as a DJ virtually every night. I even had a bar stool with my name on it.

The Chameleon Cafe was owned by three partners, all three were Italians from Brooklyn. Two of the three talked just like “My Cousin Vinnie”.

To the uninitiated, a punk bar can be a really scary place. The people who frequented places like this could be scary to some people. I mean lots of leather, Mohawks, rooster cuts, studs, chains, boots, tattoos and everything else. Then there were the men. Some of these guys were big and scary looking.

And then there was the music. The music was EVERYTHING! It was amazing.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not implying that everyone in the bar dressed like that as that is not the case. I didn’t because I worked a regular good paying job an dressing like that would definitely be frowned upon by my employers in the defense industry.

I did however, wear all black for several years. Black tee shirt, black pants, black socks and black shoes. It made it really easy to get dressed in the morning. The only thing I had to be careful was was clashing blacks. Some black articles of clothing fade more then others.

If I wanted to really get dressed up, I would put on my black High-Top Chucks and put on a black sport coat. I also had this amazing black motorcycle jacket that I had placed all kind of patches and pins from various punk bands that I liked as well as pins from the United States Army and Marines. To top it all off it had an American flag on the back. I really wish I still had it. It was that awesome.

But I digress, I used to invite all kind of people to the bar, friends, work colleagues, etc. I was actually really surprised that many people would not go, and would not even consider it. and furthermore made it very clear that they were not comfortable around “people like that”. People like what? Are you kidding me. I was also very disappointed that people would assume that I would invite them to an environment that may be hazardous to their health.

Seriously? Everyone that knows me is fully aware that I am the least violent person that anyone could know, so to think that I would invite someone to a place that would be dangerous to either me or them was in my mind, ludicrous.

In my time spent at The Chameleon Cafe, I can honestly say that there was almost never, ever, any sort of trouble at the bar, meaning fights, or other altercations.

How many other bars can say the same thing? For me, these people were my friends, and we had a common bond, THE MUSIC. I was invited to some of these peoples homes, and they came to mine. I had a party for my 35th birthday, and it was memorable to say the least.

Once again…

Familiarity!

I got married, had children, divorced, moved to Massachusetts, got married again,moved to Florida, got divorced.

I finally found my soul-mate and we have been together for almost 14 years now.

I have learned through the long line of people who I have met in my life, that you can never judge a book by its cover and never, ever, be afraid of anyone that is different from you.

You never know, maybe that person that at first glance is totally different from you in almost every imaginable way, may just be the one person that may change your life forever.

For me, it was my Friend, Neal, a gay man, artist, and amazing human being. Neal passed away from cancer in 2014. His friendship changed my life forever. I will never forget him as long as I live.

Think about it! If every person that you had ever encountered in your entire life, looked like you, talked like you, thought like you, acted like you, dressed like you, you would be bored to death.

Embrace diversity with an open mind, and learn from others as they may learn from you.

Once again…

Familiarity!

It really is that simple.

As Always,

I Am,

Tom Dye, The Safety Guy

 

Most Americans Don’t Trust Our Government Anymore, But Why?

Most Americans Don’t Trust Our Government Anymore, Buy Why?

Today, according to polls Americans trust in our Federal Government to do the right thing is around 19%. You can contrast this to polls in the 1964, when most American’s trust in the Federal Government was 74%.

I have heard many disturbing things from people I personally know, as well as statements from politicians in recent years as to why our Federal Government is evil. I am sure that you have heard the same sort of things as well:

  • I need my guns (including assault weapons) to protect myself against Government tyranny.
  • Republicans have routinely tried to de-legitimize President Obama as our legally elected President.
  • The Democratic Party as well as The Republican Party have now decided that compromise is somehow a bad thing.
  • Conservative TV and radio pundits as well as illegitimate websites posing as “News” have spread lies and half-truths.

Lets look at these different rationals one by one.

I need my guns (including assault weapons) to protect myself against Government tyranny.

Seriously? When the founding fathers of The United States wrote our United States constitution, They stated clearly in the preamble exactly what they had in mind. The preamble states: “We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.” The United States Constitution was ratified on June 21, 1788.

So, consider this, since when in the intervening 228 years have we ever had any reason to believe that the United States Government was going to turn upon us and we would actually need our guns to protect us from Government tyranny? Think about it…..Never! Not only never, I don’t see any evidence that the Government is going to start now, or anytime in the foreseeable future..

Republicans have routinely tried to de-legitimize President Obama as our legally elected President.

Personally, I find this Republican tactic to the most disgusting and racist tactic utilized by Republicans in modern times. Any attempt to legitimize a legally elected, American born President is incredibly dangerous.

Obviously, Me, You, and most educated Americans can see right through this bullshit. But, the sad thing is there are many, many, people who actually believe this nonsense with the help of the right-wing media and other so-called news websites that spew only lies and conspiracy theory’s. This only feeds into the false narrative that our Federal Government can’t be trusted.

I can’t think of anything more destabilizing to our belief in our federal Government then to insinuate that our legally elected President and the Government he established was somehow illegitimate. Even more scary is, the uneducated actually believe this bullshit.

The Democratic Party as well as The Republican Party have now decided that compromise is somehow a bad thing.

Prior to the 1990’s the Republican Party consisted of a Conservative wing, a Moderate wing, and a Liberal wing. Yes it’s true. The Democratic Party also consisted of a Conservative wing, a Moderate wing, and a Liberal wing of the party.

Obviously, this inter-party philosophical mix enabled an easy compromise solution concerning any particular issue, as there were elements of both parties that could work out some sort of compromise deal.

The founding fathers of our nation forged the Declaration of Independence and The United Constitution based upon huge compromises. Which begs the question, when did compromise become a bad word?

Somewhere along the way the Republican Party purged the moderate and liberal wings of their party and the Democrats purged the conservative wing of their party. This is a major reason why we have so much partisan gridlock and distrust in Government that we have today.

Conservative radio and TV pundits as well as illegitimate websites posing as “News” have spread lies and half truths.

Let’s face it, Fox News, Sean Hannity, Glen Beck, Rush Limbaugh, Info-wars, Drudge report, Breitbart News, and a host of others basically spew lies and half-truths designed specifically to sway the uneducated with lies specifically tailored to play upon their fears and insecurities thus creating a huge feedback loop.

Nothing like preying upon the uneducated and ill-informed for profit. The sad thing is any one of these wing-nuts lies could be easily discredited by some basic research or even simple internet searches. OH, but wait they made sure to make these poor souls not to trust any sort of regular media, as according to these despicable excuses for humanity, ALL the main stream media lies, and they are the only ones telling the truth. This is truly very sad. It is so obviously true that some people do not suffer from the ravages of intelligence.

So, where does this leave us?

Personally, I believe in our Federal Government, I believe that the Federal Government (mostly) attempts to do the right thing by the American public. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t agree with “everything” our Government does. This of course is predicated on what issues the Government is advocating at any given moment.

Think about it, where would we be, if not for our Federal Government and that more perfect union that our founding fathers envisioned?

Of course, I have powerful weapons at my disposal. First, I do my own research, I use multiple information sources, I make up my own mind, as I don’t need others doing it for me.

Lastly, …..I get involved, and….I Vote!

A founding father once said; “Democracy is founded upon a well-educated population”  It was true then, it is even more appropriate now.

What do you think?

 

As Always,

I Am,

Tom Dye, The Safety Guy

 

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