Monday, December 23, 2013

Anti's, Phobias and other assorted doublespeak

     I realize that I aint the first person to recognize this for what it is, but the latest kerfluffle over Phil Robertson's comments bring to light, once again, the liberal tactic of casting a negative light on everything they do not agree with.  For instance, if you support the Second Amendment, you are a gun nut.  If you don't agree with murdering unborn children, you are Anti-Choice (or a General in the War on Women).  If you believe in Jesus Christ as your personal savior, you are a religious fanatic.  In the case of the Duck Commander, he is now a homophobe.

     I was naively unaware that disagreeing with a certain topic, or in this case, lifestyle, qualified a person as having a fear of said topic, or lifestyle.  Even living in the great outback of New Mexico, I have been exposed to several people that are openly homosexual, and count many of them among my friends.  I have no problem being around them, and actually find them to be some of the funniest fuckers I've ever been around.  However, I try not to let my mind wander off into the one thing that makes us different, as I, like Phil, find a vagina much more attractive than a hairy man ass.  The truly odd part is that I never knew that I feared them, until I was enlightened by the liberal ass hats that would gladly stick that label on me.  Seriously, if you want to see an irrational fear of something, throw a fucking snake in my lap when I aint looking.  That is a phobia.

     No, I don't think I have any diagnosable phobias.  What I do have is a grasp on reality.  A reality that says I can make friends with whomever I please.  A reality that says I don't have to agree with everyone else's world view.  A reality that says I have a responsibility to take care of me and mine first.  A reality that says I have committed no crimes, and therefore should not be treated as a criminal.  A reality that says, short of inciting violence or harm to another, I am free to think and say whatever I want.

     With that being said, Merry Christmas to all of you.  The era of political correctness is gone.  Stand up and be counted!

Friday, December 20, 2013

Monday, December 16, 2013

My sincerest apologies

I know that I have been remiss in posting daily, like I'm supposed to do if I expect people to actually read my stuff.  However, I have, up until recently, had a good reason.  You see, Old Beanburner here is quite a busy man.  I have a regular job that I keep to help pay a few bills, but mostly so I have insurance (for now, anyhow), and I am also a small business owner.  My wife and I own a business, that she primarily handles, but that also requires a great deal of my attention (it's a coffee shop, and if ya didn't already know, I really am a bean burner.  I do all of the roasting for our little shop that Barry did not fucking build).  That, in and of itself, does not excuse me from posting, so I had to add just one more tiny iron to the fire.  I am also an assistant football coach for the high school here in my town, and we just finished a 12 and 1 season, winning the first ever state championship title here.

I'm really not making excuses.  I just wanted to brag a little.

Fuck you Barry.

That is all.