Monday, March 28, 2005
Delayed
I've been meaning to write this for a while now.
I heard... someone and the Flying Dutchman on the radio en route to work a few days back tutting about how preposterous and utterly disrespectful some people had been in pinning an aids unawareness badge on a - gasp - minister.
Disrespectful. Shocking. Disrespectful.
I've had it up to here now with this ridiculous little country.
Said minister is the same retard who ressurrected the first-generation hypothesis about AIDS and the gay community, namely that they are the vectors of the disease. That's one all us doctors thought had gone the way of the neanderthals, after numerous REAL studies (and not just "unnamed-experts unqualified but trustworthy opinions") proved the link flawed.
This rant isn't about being proud to be gay, or even about AIDs. I'm not, and I feel nothing but compassion for those with the disease, and when I treat them I always (like everyone else in the health sector) cut or stick my needles in real... carefully.
Respect. It's that ghetto word black men on TV spew at each other before beating the crap out of their brothers, and knifing them in the guts.
Respect is something that is earned.
If somebozo savvy minister has no choice but to set himself up because big brother wants to take a moralistic highground about sexual "deviancy", then no he doesn't deserve respect.
If he showed some intestinal fortitude and refused to play scapegoat, or perhaps resigned in protest...
... now that would earn respect.
But unfortunately that's not how it works here is it? Over here it's all about job security, holding on to your title and your ricebowl (even for the holy ministers!) and not rocking the boat. Resign today and tomorrow you'll be forgotten.
I don't think said unnamed minister should be upset that anyone was disrespectful towards him for his being a complete twit in public and arousing the fury of a subset of the general public (funny how big brother is so paranoid about stirring the racial hotpot, yet so blase about tossing the sexual salad...)
I think he earned that.
*****
We'd never fought, You and I. You called us faithful friends.
The fight, when it came wasn't just in words, but in silences as well. It wasn't loud; it bordered on dispassionate. Yet it was, for me anyhow, intense.
I let You down. I was... silly.
This is me, pinging empty air.
I heard... someone and the Flying Dutchman on the radio en route to work a few days back tutting about how preposterous and utterly disrespectful some people had been in pinning an aids unawareness badge on a - gasp - minister.
Disrespectful. Shocking. Disrespectful.
I've had it up to here now with this ridiculous little country.
Said minister is the same retard who ressurrected the first-generation hypothesis about AIDS and the gay community, namely that they are the vectors of the disease. That's one all us doctors thought had gone the way of the neanderthals, after numerous REAL studies (and not just "unnamed-experts unqualified but trustworthy opinions") proved the link flawed.
This rant isn't about being proud to be gay, or even about AIDs. I'm not, and I feel nothing but compassion for those with the disease, and when I treat them I always (like everyone else in the health sector) cut or stick my needles in real... carefully.
Respect. It's that ghetto word black men on TV spew at each other before beating the crap out of their brothers, and knifing them in the guts.
Respect is something that is earned.
If some
If he showed some intestinal fortitude and refused to play scapegoat, or perhaps resigned in protest...
... now that would earn respect.
But unfortunately that's not how it works here is it? Over here it's all about job security, holding on to your title and your ricebowl (even for the holy ministers!) and not rocking the boat. Resign today and tomorrow you'll be forgotten.
I don't think said unnamed minister should be upset that anyone was disrespectful towards him for his being a complete twit in public and arousing the fury of a subset of the general public (funny how big brother is so paranoid about stirring the racial hotpot, yet so blase about tossing the sexual salad...)
I think he earned that.
*****
We'd never fought, You and I. You called us faithful friends.
The fight, when it came wasn't just in words, but in silences as well. It wasn't loud; it bordered on dispassionate. Yet it was, for me anyhow, intense.
I let You down. I was... silly.
This is me, pinging empty air.
