tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15040772.post113658356263206664..comments2023-11-03T01:35:04.318-07:00Comments on Bells On: When Republicans Attack!!vikkitikkitavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01501311175482530001noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15040772.post-1136823591945424572006-01-09T08:19:00.000-08:002006-01-09T08:19:00.000-08:00Hey, thanks to everyone for your input and support...Hey, thanks to everyone for your input and support. <BR/><BR/>I thought I'd post the entire quote that "dad" referred to in the above comment:<BR/><BR/>"I learned long ago never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it."<BR/> <BR/>George Bernard Shawvikkitikkitavihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01501311175482530001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15040772.post-1136822906355924542006-01-09T08:08:00.000-08:002006-01-09T08:08:00.000-08:00I am reposted an edited version of a comment from ...I am reposted an edited version of a comment from "bro":<BR/><BR/>I wouldn't call this Attack of the "Republicans", though I supposed they support the republican party without question. <BR/><BR/>These are victims of a type of social poverty that breeds intolerance, ignorance, and a type of insecurity that relies on making the distinction of skin pigmentation rather than the depth of character. Just as in other cycles of poverty where the children of tomorrow aren't equipped with the skills to raise themselves up from economic poverty, so too do these people not have the skills to think about the human condition beyond finding the distinctions that they hope proves that they are a step above the other guy. Nor are they equipped with the skills to recognize, much less elevate themselves above it in the majority of cases. I came to this conclusion when I heard a prejudice within myself refer to these as the "trailer trash" mentality and I am ashamed that I had that thought. It snuck into my character through the backdoor of associating their intolerance with the concept that maybe they should therefore not rate my understanding. And while it’s hard to care about so much walking fertilizer I remind myself that this is a condition, a poverty of tolerance and understanding.(That’s twice I have felt shame in 10 years, the other being when a family member sent me the Ballad of New Orleans in an email.)<BR/><BR/>How in the world can people of this class raise themselves above these prejudices when their preachers, their primary sources of moral guidance, preach that New Orleans had it coming to them because they sinned. (If this is the case god is one hell of a bad shot) How in the world can they raise above it when their parents tell them that it’s the (racial epithets) that have ruined the country for hard working white folk over and over (from THE source of information as far as a growing child is concerned.) I met a man in my neighborhood here in Jersey and I can tell two things about his father by looking at the son, that he was hard working and that he was a bigot. I imagine the son will reap the same one day. <BR/><BR/>I lived half of my life hoping that the next generation will have gotten more of a chance than the last, I spent the second half coming to the understanding of just how far things have yet to go, maybe it’s not really any better at all then it was 20 years ago.<BR/><BR/>My sister’s and mine desires to break free of this repressed state is probably why Vikkitikitavi is so proud to be FROM Indiana but LIVE somewhere else. (Nothing against Indiana but you have to live somewhere else to understand) Thank goodness we were given the gift of responsible and tolerant thought from our Mother and Father. The black gentleman that my sister went to the Snowbowl with was my best friend at the time, and one of the reasons I can fight today is because of the practice I got going to the mat for “hanging with the blacks”. The other side of it was that the guy has a second degree black belt and had to drag my ass out of a couple while I was still learning the moves. <BR/><BR/>I wish I had the vocabulary to name what this kind of poverty is more accurately if not eloquently.vikkitikkitavihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01501311175482530001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15040772.post-1136822517574973872006-01-09T08:01:00.000-08:002006-01-09T08:01:00.000-08:00I am reposting an edited version of a comment from...I am reposting an edited version of a comment from "my sis":<BR/><BR/>Yea, and I like the way she said "Bil... what kind of name is that?" Um... Just Google 'Bil (last name)' you dumb bitch and you will see what kind of name is that. That lady is a crazy-ass mo-fo if you ask me and embellishes all that is sad with a small town mind. She bleeds of stupidity and rampant signs of insecurity, yet she is so unaware of these things... how is that possible in this day and age? I don't get it... picking on the (last name) siblings in such an immature way does what exactly for her self worth? You were right sis, no sense flaming someone that is obviously so clueless, but I am glad you posted it here. I feel better already!vikkitikkitavihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01501311175482530001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15040772.post-1136778413323890982006-01-08T19:46:00.000-08:002006-01-08T19:46:00.000-08:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15040772.post-1136743693194033282006-01-08T10:08:00.000-08:002006-01-08T10:08:00.000-08:00I grew up in a similarly bigoted and regressive sh...I grew up in a similarly bigoted and regressive shithole in rural Pennsyltuckey (Lebanon County to be exact, next to Lancaster). I have no qualms about rubbing it in everyone else's face that I made it out and they stayed behind to breed. When they tell me I act uppity for living in CA, I tell them they're totally right. <BR/><BR/>Hey Red States-Thanks for sending California your best and brightest.RandyLuvsPaistehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14432276211943447401noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15040772.post-1136698361652655832006-01-07T21:32:00.000-08:002006-01-07T21:32:00.000-08:00I understand why you are hurt, but remember, "the ...I understand why you are hurt, but remember, "the pig likes it".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15040772.post-1136665654061683182006-01-07T12:27:00.000-08:002006-01-07T12:27:00.000-08:00"Living evidence of intelligent design" - LMAO.Sor..."Living evidence of intelligent design" - LMAO.<BR/><BR/>Sorry to hear about the family woes. Lord knows I have endured them and have many a battle scar from the period of time immediately following my decision to marry a man who is half black.<BR/><BR/>The worst of it, though, was that I had alwasy thought that, of all my mother's flaws (which are too numerous to mention here), she was at least open minded. She had raised me not to "see color" but was, herself, unable to see past it, when the time came for her daughter to chose a life partner.<BR/><BR/>I remember feeling betrayed and disgusted and having to make absolutely clear that if she wished to be a part of my life from that point on, she would have to get used to the idea - fast.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I won't babble on any more. I just wanted to say that I think it's great that you had the courage to stand up to your family and stick to your convictions. <BR/><BR/>Stay strong, sister!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15040772.post-1136594901683249582006-01-06T16:48:00.000-08:002006-01-06T16:48:00.000-08:00Niiiiiiice.I'm totally using that.Thank you, baby....Niiiiiiice.<BR/><BR/>I'm totally using that.<BR/><BR/>Thank you, baby.vikkitikkitavihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01501311175482530001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15040772.post-1136592910152142242006-01-06T16:15:00.000-08:002006-01-06T16:15:00.000-08:00A fabulous post with a somber message. It hurts to...A fabulous post with a somber message. It hurts to be alienated from family, but sometimes, it's the choice you have to make. <BR/><BR/>Just tell them that you're living evidence of Intelligent Design. That should blow a few circuits.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15040772.post-1136591726191568822006-01-06T15:55:00.000-08:002006-01-06T15:55:00.000-08:00And here I thought "Golden Boy" was a reference to...And here I thought "Golden Boy" was a reference to a certain shower you like to take, Spooney!<BR/><BR/>(And, yes, I'm kidding. Sheesh, can't take the Holbeck humor! That's right, Vikki... I'm your long-lost cousin!)<BR/><BR/>Seriously, though, that entry infuriated me! Apparently your cousin can say whatever she wants but when YOU express YOUR opinion you should seek psychiatric help?<BR/><BR/>MY cousin was sending me some similar email stuff a couple of years ago. I said "Please stop sending that to me, cause you're making me not like you anymore" and he stopped!<BR/><BR/>MY family is so damned liberal (except for cuz) that last Thanksgiving I found myself AGREEING with my cousin and arguing with my mom who apparently thinks rapists & child molesters should go free. (I'm exaggerating, of course, but sadly not by much)<BR/><BR/>In any case, unhappy people really are the worst, aren't they. Ya want to pity them but instead you REALLY want to slap them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15040772.post-1136591681903839592006-01-06T15:54:00.000-08:002006-01-06T15:54:00.000-08:00Well, you know, not everyone's a city mouse. But ...Well, you know, not everyone's a city mouse. <BR/><BR/>But honestly, I wouldn't presume to say that they want what I have. <BR/><BR/>But I think they're afraid that their way of life is inferior somehow, which is insane, but that fear colors much of what they do.vikkitikkitavihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01501311175482530001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15040772.post-1136585702264257712006-01-06T14:15:00.000-08:002006-01-06T14:15:00.000-08:00Some of those relatives of yours are jealous becau...Some of those relatives of yours are jealous because you, your brother & your sister got out of there. They, for some reason (whether it be fear or something else) couldn't. Also that you guys live in a place where you can have your own opinion & live your life on your own terms. So yes they do hate you a little for it.<BR/>Why do you think my sister calls me Golden Boy? (although I know that she is happy for me) she is a little jealous of me for getting out of MA. She feels trapped there by family ties, on our side & on her husbands.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com