“Sticks and Stones . . .”

“Sticks and Stones. . .”

by Britt Michaels

(Su) August 10, 2014

“Sticks and Stones…”

When I was a kid in the ’40s and ’50s, if someone called us a name, we had a natural comeback.

“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.”

I don’t remember the last time I’ve heard that said in public.

The liberal press and politicians have disintegrated that saying. Now, you must be made to feel guilty for even hinting at applying a negative image towards one of their icons.

It’s gotten so, that we can’t criticize anything or anybody, that the liberal elements of our society deem ‘sacred’. It’s about time that we take back our free speech, attitudes and actions towards expressing our thoughts and words to the level of 50 to 100 years ago.

One of those icons is the Islam religion. If we make a fearful expression of their religious practices, and their demand for Sharia law operatives, we are said to be fearful of them and claim that we are Islamophobic.

You’re damn right we’re fearful of radical Islamic jihad groups. You kill groups and individuals who do not think and act like you do. Well, nuts to you diaper heads! Why do you always cover your heads and faces? So you always have a hanky handy? You know, biblical lepers covered their heads and faces. They were embarrassed about their condition. You too?

We should start treating these jihads like the mad dogs that they are. So, call me an Islamophobe.

“Sticks and Stones . . . .”

In a July 4^th parade this year in Nebraska, mocking Obama, a float depicted an outhouse as the Obama Library. Shouts of racism were screamed out against the the driver towing it. A colored woman with a young daughter was furious, saying this was the worst case of racism she has ever seen. She apparently hasn’t heard any of the racist ramblings from Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton, over the years.

If Hillary Rotten Clinton, or some other woman gets elected president, we’ll go through the same racist/sexist rhetoric suffered during the current occupant in the White House, that these thin-skinned ‘victims’ cry about. How long will this last? Don’t know; but we should go back to having only white men as presidents and vice-presidents until these crybabies grow thicker skins, and can take criticism like the rest of us.

Of course, the big rage now in the press and Hollywood is about Queers. Stars coming out of the closet. Sports-queers and sports-dykes going public. Sometimes, I think these closet-queers just make it up, to enhance their careers.

If you make a negative or ambiguous comment – condemnation will beset you from all corners of the universe. Ask Tony Dungy about his remarks of the St. Louis Rams drafting Michael Sam. Dungy has reaped the scorn of sports writers, because he has become an icon in professional football.

Dungy said that this will be a distraction, not to his teammates or front office, but from the media attention. I disagree with this sentiment. Watch the cries of sexism towards queers if Sam doesn’t make the cut to be on the Ram’s squad or some other team on opening day. If the Rams cut him, there will be pressure from the press, game announcers and the NFL office for some team to pick him up – just to show the country our heart’s in the right place. Nuts to that.

Do I hate queers? No. Whatever you want to do in the privacy of your home, is fine with me. I just don’t want to be hammered about it in the news and public airwaves. I’m not going to change my attitude towards them. I’m not going to be made to feel guilty about not accepting the new norm of tolerance towards any deviate behavior now flaunted as forced acceptance. Neither should you.

Deviate behavior suck-ups in society have attacked dissidents unrelentingly for decades, for two reasons. First, to give the current dissident his “40 lashes” for speaking against the new standards of tolerance; second, to instill fear into anyone else considering in joining the fray against the current bombardment.

Will I get flack from these comments? Probably. Do I care?

“Sticks and stones . . . .”

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