Sigh…

I used to think I was just a regular guy, but . . .

I was born white, which now, whether I like it or not, makes me a racist.

I am a fiscal and moral conservative, which by today’s standards, makes me a fascist.

I am heterosexual, which according to gay folks, now makes me a homophobic.

I am a Christian, which now labels me as an infidel.

I believe in the 2nd Amendment, which now makes me a member of the vast gun lobby.

I am older than 60, which makes me a bit less than I used to be.

I think and I reason, therefore I doubt much that the main stream media tells me, which must make me a reactionary.

I am proud of my heritage and our inclusive American culture, which makes me a xenophobe.

I value my safety and that of my family and I appreciate the police and the legal system, which makes me a right-wing extremist.

I believe in hard work, fair play, and fair compensation according to each individual’s merits, which today makes me an anti-socialist.

I believe in the defense and protection of the homeland for and by all citizens, which now makes me a militant.

Recently, a sick old woman called me and my friends a “basket of deplorables”.

I need to thank all my friends for sticking with me through these abrupt, new found challenges in my life and my thinking!

I just can’t imagine or understand what’s happened to me so quickly!

Funny . . . it’s all taken place over just the last 7 or 8 years!

And if all this wasn’t enough to deal with.

I’m now afraid to go into either restroom!

 

Comments

Sigh… — 18 Comments

  1. The last 10 years have REALLY changed a lot. What I still can’t figure out is why the attacked just don’t give the other side the finger and ignore them. Rolling over and accepting the blame for what happened in the past is ridiculous.

  2. It’s all about white guilt. Well, I’m white, Christian, conservative in my actions and philosophy, and own guns.

    I never owned any slaves. I help people where I can, but don’t think I must beggar myself to help those unwilling to help themselves. I worship God in my own way, and do not try to interfere with people who worship differently than I do. However, I won’t allow others to interfere with my worship.

    Funny thing, I don’t feel any white guilt or any other color guilt. Whatever guilt I have is between God and me.
    And I really don’t care what some goofball from somewhere else thinks about me! Guess I’m broken?

  3. That description fits me, so I guess I’m no longer a regular guy as well. Now excuse me while I go cling to my guns and religion.

  4. Me too….. Grumpy old white man in his 70’s and all of the above, etc.

  5. I’m now afraid to go into either restroom!

    Use the Men’s room. If you’re really nervous or afraid, I’ll come with you and hold your hand the first few times. You’ll be okay after that.

  6. The phrase “the past is a different country” is beginning to make sense to me too!
    Differ

  7. There are times I’m glad they have ‘family’ restrooms…

    And you and I and so many people didn’t change, the Leftists and Socialists did. The community organizer and his whatever built upon the foundation that the Clinton’s laid down.

    I want the country of my youth back. I’ll gladly give up lots of the ‘modern advancements’ in order to live in a more free and civil country.

  8. It’s one of those times where I’m deciding between a hickory switch or a flamethrower, and for some reason am thinking both.

    As soon as Soyboy Green gets in trouble, it’ll wet itself and scream for grumpy old men to save its sorry self. Let me think about it for a while …

  9. Looks like Ole Remus from the Woodpile Report! Nice lookin’ ole feller!

  10. All of the above applies to me except I think of myself as a regular gal…otherwise, yup, it would be me.

    And I have gotten to the point over the past 10 years that if you don’t like it, feel free to go pound sand.

    Now git off my lawn!!

  11. Except for the age bit (I’m mid 30s), those could all apply to me as well…
    Am I a cranky old codger before my time?

  12. Guilty on all labels, except for not being 60 yet, and proud to be in the same group as all you irritable curmudegons.