The only low point in an otherwise enjoyable trip to the Eastern Sierras was having to watch regular TV, especially the commercials.
The triumph of feminism and multiculturalism is complete. In no case did I ever see a commercial with only Whites in it. And although we remain 2/3 of the USA, by the rules of the commercials, we are about 1/3 to 1/4 of it. At least one POC, usually more, to accompany any paleface, to sanctify the space for diversity.
The women are always competent and strong. The men...sometimes. Sometimes clowns and morons. But never more competent and strong than the women.
The propaganda wing of the Regime of Lies.
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So Ex, what is the solution? Shrug our shoulders and throw ourselves into the glut of self-gratification until the system collapses, and then start cowing and ripping our neighbors apart when the end we have foreseen comes?
Sorry I'm in a bad mood. The news from Russia has me brooding. My answer of how I would fair under a strongly conservative culture has been answered. Was tempted to rant on Gay Patriot, but thought better.
Under a liberal culture, I get what I want, but am still under suspicion and others suffer. Under a conservative culture, I suffer, perhaps horribly, but others get what they want. The only win-win culture is a libertarian one, and I seriously doubt such a culture's survival skills in today's world.
Am I a fool for considering the well-being of others? Should I damn the masses and vote for my own selfish desires? Are we really no better than the beasts of the fields, chasing our own comfort and satisfaction?
-Sean
At the end of the day, feeling moody, angry, and desperate. Holding my tongue as well-worn homophobic lines get thrown around the house. Nobody recruited me, thank you. This "phase" has lasted for half of my life.
It's scary how much my id wants me to take my parents down a notch. To damn my father as the hypocrite he is. Lecture me about masturbation, but keep a porn stash in your workshop? Hypocrisy really is the birthright of the species.
But even as I want to, I recoil from the thought of their desolate faces as I give them the tongue-lashing I tell myself they deserve. Is this what they call Christian charity?
I know I'm whining. And I hate to. But you're the only person I know has an inkling of what I'm feeling, and whom I like/trust enough, to tell this to. It's these moments when I feel most alone, and am acutely aware of my lack of a companion, a friend holding me and telling me that everything will be fine, even if it is a lie.
Tell me everything will be fine, Ex. That I can get through this, that (to use that cliched slogan) it gets better, that this is temporary.
God help me.
-Sean
Sorry you're feeling this way. Crappy, I know.
Better?
I do know that families can change, that how they feel about each other and how they relate to each other can change. Get worse. AND get better.
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