I was checking my messages this morning, and I noticed that there was one under “Other.” It was from some woman named Carol A. Perry. Mind you, I have no idea who this person is. Nonetheless, she left the following message:
“Hey Veronica, I am gay too..so is my g/f. I don’t waste my time on the politics of the “gay community”…it’s b/s. Without these basic rights…there will be no other rights. Gay or otherwise. I have NEVER bought into the “Gay Civil Rights” thing…right now the important thing is our rights as “Americans”. My brother is also Gay…and he thinks much in the same way that you do….he is a moron! Let me put it to you this way…and I say this with the utmost of respect….you either love this country…or you don’t!So first things first….”
Now I don’t know how this woman found me, or what page or comment she is referencing, but NO ONE is going to tell me how or what to think or call me names on my page. My response:
“I don’t know who you are or where you’ve seen my comments, but you’ve got one helluvanerve coming to my page with this bullshit. Loving this country doesn’t mean falling into lockstep with the status quo. If it did, we’d still be under British rule…black people would still be slaves…and women wouldn’t be able to vote. A real patriot will stand up and say when things are wrong, then try to do something about it. “Love it or leave it”? Only a “moron” would see things as being that black and white. Life is shades of gray. Grow up.”
It must be nice to be as simple-minded as Carol. I wouldn’t have to worry about what kind of world that my nephew, my nieces, and my godchildren will inherit. I wouldn’t lose sleep thinking about the outcome of the next election. I wouldn’t mind or even be aware that “I Am The 98%” that gets crapped on by the super-rich and their whores in Congress. I wouldn’t care that politicians who dodged serving their country in the 1960s now wantonly send other people’s children off to die in wars to fill the coffers of Corporate America. I wouldn’t wonder, thanks to global warming, how much hotter next summer will be than this hellishly hot summer, which is far hotter than last year’s hellishly hot summer. I wouldn’t get righteously pissed off when I read or hear about yet another black or Latino man being shot or beaten to death by the police officers who are supposed to protect them. I wouldn’t feel compelled to come to the defense of someone who is being harassed or discriminated against simply for being who they are. I wouldn’t have to concern myself about getting cancer, Alzheimer’s, or some other disease from pesticides or FrankenFood. I wouldn’t be bothered that it takes two or three months to get a doctor’s appointment for a suspicious lump or pain. I wouldn’t have to dread that I may have to work into my 80s because 1) I don’t have a pension, 2) I don’t make enough (or trust the stock market enough) to pay into a retirement account, and/or 3) Congress may increase the retirement age after they’ve bankrupted or killed off Social Security.
Yeah…it must be nice.