We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I read this article a day or two ago. If these "college kids" aren't able to handle a banana peel hanging from a tree branch, then how are they going to handle life? They never will. The beginning was everybody gets a trophy and it has gone down hill from there. I overheard a young mother discussing her toddlers tantrum in the grocery store with the toddler. "Oh, we don't have shouting, I know you were very disappointed when I told you we didn't need raisins, but we still have some in the pantry and blah, blah, blah." All through the grocery store. I wanted to tell her sometimes the answer is just no in life. The banana peel thing, being triggered by any thing one finds offensive is what is causing all of this ANTIFA and college campus protests is an escalated continuation of those disappointed when they didn't get what they wanted.
Someone obviously pointed out that way back in the 1930s, when Democrats were in control of the country, Hollywood had shown Blacks in association with apes and bananas. You know the whole eugenics thing so love by Margret Sanger.
There is nothing that can cure this, nothing that can make it right.
I get the banana in a noose thing. Horrible. Banana peel in a tree? Could be related.
I grow watermelons. I eat watermelon. A lot. If one were to see the contents of my garbage bags with all the rinds and seeds, would I be thought of as a serial raicst? Am I a pink man, continually slurping down sweet pink fruit as a appeasement to my racist pink god? All because I am pink?
Where does this drama end? How does one make it right? Let me adjust my diet plan to reflect my ethnic feeling for my fellow humans who are more diverse than I.
A week or so after 9/11, in the DC area, I heard a report on the radio that the police had been called to investigate a suspicious green substance on a street. After much alarm, it was determined that someone had spilled guacamole. The horror.