Posted by: lylescott89 | January 18, 2017

Second Hand Stupidity

16114033_10154853748848764_2254788900676964441_nHey kids,

Happy #BaconWednesday to you all.  May your day be filled with the blessings of bacon.  I have to share a story from yesterday.  A story that involves the lowest lows of humanity and America.

I had an appointment with a woman yesterday about a job.  We spoke for a while and when I was finished all I could think about was a delicious bowl of broccoli cheese soup.  Odd yes, but that’s how I roll.  I knew I’d be driving past a Panera Bread and I knew that they had the soup I so desired so I stopped in.  I got my soup along with some hot bread and I went to pick a seat.  I truly wished I had picked a different spot, though she was speaking so loud I am sure most of Panera could hear her.  .

There were two women next to me; one that spoke and one that said “mm-hmm” a lot. I will call the speaking woman Asshat because I never did catch her real name and that seems appropriate.

15976962_1390922651000785_6979402212715911892_nAs I sat down I heard Asshat complaining about the existence of MLK Day.  Her doctor’s office was closed on Monday and she was outraged by this.  Here goes…

Asshat: Why the hell does Martin Luther King, Jr. get a holiday?  If my job offered me that day off of work i’d refuse to take it.

Quiet Lady: Mm-hmm

Asshat: My doctor’s office was closed yesterday.  Can you believe that?  Why would he close for MLK Day?  He’s not black.

QL: Mm-hmm

Asshat then continued to denigrate Dr. King and his lack of accomplishments worthy of a holiday.  I really should not be amazed at the blatant racism in this country, but it has become normalized and that is truly disgusting.  Gee, I wonder if a certain fuckwad named Drumpf has anything to do with that?

I was appalled by Asshat and her views.  She also went off on President Obama and his “Eight years of torturing America”.  Again, here is another idiot that chooses to believe the lies and rhetoric of Fox “news” and the crap she finds on Facebook as opposed to actually doing a little research and learning the truth.  America is more prosperous now than it was eight years ago.  That is coming to an end, but that’s because of idiots like Asshat voting for a Tangerine Nightmare.  So Asshat apparently does not like or know that the Dow Jones has more than doubled under Obama, nine million jobs have been added and the unemployment rate dropped from 10% to 4.7% or that he successfully got rid of Osama bin Laden.  Nope, none of that matters because a pumpkinhead said he was horrible and well, he is black.

15966199_1390970614329322_6294676295594028133_nThe problem with this country is people just like Asshat and her deep rooted racism.  Racism will never be solved if we continue to support it with racist candidates or by burying our heads in the sand.  And no, watching The Help does not solve racism either.

I am preaching to the choir and I know this.  You can’t tell a racist like Asshat to stop thinking she is superior because of pigmentation.  I leave you today with an excerpt from Dr. King’s Letter from a Birmingham jail.  A letter written before I was even born, but as relevant today as it was in 1963.  Please read it and re-read it.  The words are powerful.

Namaste

MY DEAR FELLOW CLERGYMEN: . . . .

I cannot sit idly by in Atlanta and not be concerned about what happens in Birmingham. Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly….

We have waited for more than 340 years for our constitutional and God-given rights. The nations of Asia and Africa are moving with jetlike speed toward gaining political independence, but we stiff[ly] creep at horse-and-buggy pace toward gaining a cup of coffee at a lunch counter. Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging dark of segregation to say, “Wait.” But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate-filled policemen curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six-year-old daughter why she can’t go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Fu town is closed to colored children, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five-year-old son who is asking: “Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?”; when you take a cross-country drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading “white” and “colored”; when your first name becomes “nigger,” your middle name becomes “boy” (however old you are) and your last name becomes “John,” and your wife and mother are never given the respected title “Mrs.”; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and are plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you go forever fighting a degenerating sense of “nobodiness” then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait. There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair. I hope, sirs, you can understand our legitimate and unavoidable impatience….

But though I was initially disappointed at being categorized as an extremist, as I continued to think about the matter I gradually gained a measure of satisfaction from the label. Was not Jesus an extremist for love: “Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.” Was not Amos an extremist for justice: “Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream.” Was not Paul an extremist for the Christian gospel: “I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus.” Was not Martin Luther an extremist: “Here I stand; I cannot do otherwise, so help me God.” And John Bunyan: “I will stay in jail to the end of my days before I make a butchery of my conscience.” And Abraham Lincoln: “This nation cannot survive half slave and half free.” And Thomas Jefferson: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal …” So the question is not whether we will be extremists, but what kind of extremists we will be. Will we be extremists for hate or for love? Will we be extremists for the preservation of injustice or for the extension of justice? In that dramatic scene on Calvary’s hill three men were crucified. We must never forget that all three were crucified for the same crime—-the crime of extremism. Two were extremists for immorality, and thus fell below their environment. The other, Jesus Christ, was an extremist for love, truth and goodness, and thereby rose above his environment. Perhaps the South, the nation and the world are in dire need of creative extremists….

I have no despair about the future. I have no fear about the outcome of our struggle in Birmingham, even if our motives are at present misunderstood. We will reach the goal of freedom in Birmingham, and all over the nation, because the goal of America [is] freedom. Abused and scorned though we may be, our destiny is tied up with America’s destiny. Before the pilgrims landed at Plymouth, we were here. Before the pen of Jefferson etched the majestic words of the Declaration of Independence across the pages of history, we were here. For more than two centuries our forebears labored in this country without wages; they made cotton king; they built the homes of their masters while suffering gross injustice and shameful humiliation-and yet out of a bottomless vitality they continued to thrive and develop. If the inexpressible cruelties of slavery could not stop us, the opposition we now face will surely fail. We will win our freedom because the sacred heritage of our nation and the eternal will of God are embodied in our echoing demands….

One day the South will recognize its real heroes. There will be the James Merediths, with the noble sense of purpose that enables them to face jeering and hostile mobs, and with the agonizing loneliness that characterizes the life of the pioneer. There will be the old, oppressed, battered Negro women, symbolized in a seventy-two-year-old woman in Montgomery, Alabama, who rose up with a sense of dignity and with her people decided not to ride segregated buses, and who responded with ungrammatical profundity to one who inquired about her weariness: “My feets is tired, but my soul is at rest.” There will be the young high school and college students, the young ministers of the gospel and a host of their elders, courageously and nonviolently sitting in at lunch counters and willingly going to jail for conscience’ sake. One day the South will know that when these disinherited children of God sat down at lunch counters, they were in reality standing up for what is best in the American dream and for the most sacred values in our Judaeo-Christian heritage, thereby bringing our nation back to those great wells of democracy which were dug deep by the founding fathers in their formulation of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence.

Never before have I written so long a letter. I’m afraid it is much too long to take your precious time. I can assure you that it would have been much shorter if I had been writing from a comfortable desk, but what else can one do when he is alone in a narrow jail cell, other than write long letters, think long thoughts and pray long prayers?…

Let us all hope that the dark clouds of racial prejudice will soon pass away and the deep fog of misunderstanding will be lifted from our fear-drenched communities, and in some not too distant tomorrow the radiant stars of love and brotherhood will shine over our great nation with all their scintillating beauty.

Yours for the cause of Peace and Brotherhood,

Martin Luther King, Jr.

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