RANT WARNING. I am tired today. I am exhausted by carrying the psychological weight of thin-skinned victims, the permanently offended class among us that wants, first, that we respect each of their ‘sensibilities’ by restricting what we say. Oh were we only referencing yelling fire in the Theater of the Absurd. Sadly, nothing that apparent, that real. No.
No nuanced and tangential reference to gender, race, nationality, bedroom practices, economic stratum or political dogma is too small to merit their laser-like scrutiny and missile-like response. It would seem that the stuff in my head is so profound a threat to their presumed rights and very existence that each of my opinions must pass muster or be scrubbed from the collective unconscious. Continue reading