I’ve been accused of being…
– “Racist” because I am white.
– “Homophobic” because I am straight.
– “Sexist” because I’ve made home and family my career.
– “Misogynistic” because I am anti-abortion.
I’ve been dropped like a hot potato by “friends” (people I legitimately hold dear and have more or less given “the shirt off my back,” so to speak, at some point or another) for nothing more than the heinous crime of wearing a “TRUMP 2016” T-shirt in exactly one photograph – because wearing that T-shirt MUST OBVIOUSLY mean that I am in fact ALL of the above points rolled into one awful human being in spite of never demonstrating any of them in any of my behavior or speech over the course of months and years.
Guys, I didn’t even VOTE FOR TRUMP. As a married woman, I always give my ballot to my husband – but as an unmarried woman (at the time), I just didn’t send it in. (“Screw you, America; you can have my vote when you give me a husband capable of voting in my place,” basically.) Put some of that in your crackpipe, modernist plebs.
So I just wanted to put this here for the record and for posterity – and you know, maybe just in case this whole stupid world makes me lose my mind and I end up needing a reminder:
I’m not about isms, and I’m not about phobias, and I’m not about hatred of any kind (excepting insofar as I hate everyone – equally and at all times).
What I’m about is FAMILY.
And I don’t care how wonderful or grand ANYBODY’S IDEA might sound; if it’s built or disseminated on a platform that is ANTI-FAMILY, then I will never support it. Not ever.
This has nothing to do with anybody’s race, orientation, gender, etc.
The question is this: do you care about FAMILY?
And no, you don’t need to have or even to want children yourself in order to care about FAMILY.
I have a gay brother who has never wanted children, and if I had to make up my own religion he would be a SAINT. That man loves his family, and he frankly puts a lot of my Christian friends to shame in the way he honors and takes care of our parents.
I’ve known folks of all “minorities” who would be among my first picks as shipmates, figuratively speaking.
I would love nothing more than to put an end to all forms of discrimination that hurt people. The problem with all of these “social justice” movements that my liberal friends have bought into is that they don’t offer that. Not really.
What White Liberal Social Justice Movements offer to oppressed and persecuted minorities is this: the opportunity to have their struggles co-opted and capitalized on, in order to line the pockets of one particular group of old white men who gained their wealth and power and built their dynasties on a foundation of human exploitation (yes – including racism and slavery, you bet your sweet bippy)… instead of some other group of old white men who did the same exact thing under a different flag/party/astrological sign/whatever and are therefor evil.
What these peoples are offered, universally, is the “elevation” to the sort of “privilege” they “deserve” – which, hysterically, functions PRECISELY to prevent them from doing the same thing all those old white men have done: it prevents them, absolutely, from forming and maintaining FAMILIES that last and become dynasties capable of wielding the power and influence to challenge their own.
They are offered the “privilege” of living the ANTI-FAMILY lifestyle. They are offered the “privilege” of being atomized units of expendable human labor. The “privilege” of being fodder for the machine that actually oppresses them. The “privilege” of a sterile, dead-end existence.
This is better than that, they say. The hybrid fruit, not the heirloom. “We already have too many people,” they say. (“Just die. We’ll replace you.”)
But which do they choose for themselves and for theirs?
Why is it for THEM, but not for YOU?
That is what I would ask those friends, if they would listen.
And I think that’s why “The Left” so aggressively promotes and fosters the “with us or against us” mentality. They never want to let the conversation reach that point.
I don’t usually get into politics. I don’t LIKE politics. I think politics is for men. But it’s like I’m not ALLOWED to just keep my mouth shut and live my life. That’s not good enough. Silence is now tacit approval of everything that is bad.
I HAD to say something. And if you skimmed down and didn’t read the whole thing, the tl;dr version is pretty much: