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6 de Diciembre, 2006
Lay the "TRUTH" on me, won't you please.
Categorized under El Malestar Pálido , When the Right is SO wrong | Tags:
My understanding is that there used to be a day where people actually took responsibility for their own actions and didn't go running to the ACLU every time things didn't turn out how they wanted. You also didn't look for society to protect you from your own stupidity. If you were a foreigner to the country, you at least showed respect to those who lived here. You didn't walk around acting like it was everyone else's job to assimilate to you. If you were a teenager and didn't want to be treated like a criminal, then you didn't dress and act like one. You didn't pretend that certain aspects of the criminal element was just part of your culture (aka race) and expected people to accept it. Oh and if you were a kid who showed a lack of respect, you would get your ass beat and social services would not show up and arrest anyone for it.
The bottom line is that we are a society that was built of freedoms and responsibility. Be free to do what you please within the letter of the law, but understand that you are responsible for any consequences of those freedoms. We are becoming a society where we want all the freedom without any of the responsibilty. The problem is that just doesn't work that way... or as some like to say, there is no free lunch. Eventually we will all have to pay the bill.
—Confused Typist
HELP ME OUT HERE, CITIZEN: If I live by the rules that you've set out in your embarrassingly contradictory bile-fest...do I get to be the one to bring you the bill? You know...for all the responsibility not yet taken for the destruction of indigenous tribes by those who came here in hungry boats and didn't want to "show respect for those who lived here?"
Or do we start the clock after the last Indian died?
Oh wait....there's one eensy problem.
The indians are still here. Or rather, their descendants. Their grandchildren. Great grandchildren. We remember. And you know, some of us are assimilated rather well. Maybe even better than we're comfortable with, when we stop and think about it. Or maybe when some pendejo starts running his confused, hypocritical, unintentionally ironic boca, we rememember. Maybe it's then that we hear the sounds of adding machines in our heads. clunk-chchchchch-chika-sleu-sleu-sleu-vvvVVAMCH. Is that adding machines? Something. I know I heard steel in there.
Just remember: don't even think of calling Social Services when you see the interest on that bill.
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kick it, ése.