Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Happy Birthday To Me

Well, I made it to 30. It didn't feel like much until a friend asked how it felt to have lived three decades.

That made me feel a touch old.

Still, no use complaining--on the whole I'm quite happy with my life. I like what I do for a living and it's a career path with some good growth potential. I'm happily married, although currently childless. This is not a point of contention--I just always figured I'd have kids, or at least a kid, by now.

So yeah. Happy birthday to me. I'm 30.

Now what?


Sunday, June 6, 2010

Rebel Rebel, You Tore Your Dress

Last weekend was spent visiting the 'rents in Nashville, and I've decided that I never want to live there. It has all the things (except traffic) that I hated about LA (crowds, expense, impenetrable music scene) with a patina of redneck over everything and more religion than I can wash out of my clothing in a weekend. And then there's the ever-pervasive rebel flag, which was particularly evident in the town of Lynchburg (where we toured the Jack Daniel's distillery). In one of the little shops around town I found what may be the most offensive retail display I've ever seen: a shelf full of confederate-flag kitsch (shot glasses, et al) and Uncle Tom figurines.

I'm kicking myself for not getting a picture of it, if only because it's almost too outrageous to be believed by people who aren't, you know, inbred dumbshits.

I've always thought confederate flags were a sure sign of ignorance, but I got to thinking--these weren't hillbillies so much as they were die-hard southerners. They were also very conservative. In short, these are the type of people who would hear my views on Health Care and call me un-American. And while that didn't literally happen, it absolutely could have, and the more I thought about it, the more it pissed me off.

Because is there anything more overtly un-American than the Confederacy? This was a group of people who loved America so much that they couldn't bear to be a part of it anymore. They said "America, fuck you, we're through". They filed for a divorce on a national level. And don't give me that Southern Pride bullshit. If I got a swastika tattooed on my back and claimed I was celebrating my German heritage, I'd be taken out back and shot.

So here's my new stance--if you are willing to display a Confederate Flag in any context other than "oh yeah, that was a horrible thing that happened a long time ago", then you clearly hate America and cannot be trusted with the right to vote. That or you don't see anything wrong with proudly displaying the emblem of the most violent anti-American movement in history, and are therefore an idiot and should not be trusted with the right to vote.

Your call.