In a pure stroke of serendipity, I got an email from a friend this morning just after I’d posted this to my close, real-space friends and family on my personal Facebook page:
Just heard the “News” that some player on the 49ers said something stupid about gays, has to do the whole “public apology” deal, yada yada.
Why is this “News?”
Modest suggestion. From now on, how about at the end of every news program, local and national, from here out, they end the program thusly:
“In other news, a bunch of people said a bunch of stupid shit today.”
The problem is, I was only half right, once I saw the subject of my friend’s email. That last line ought to have read:
“In other news today, a bunch of people said a bunch of stupid shit, and a bunch said unpopular but nonetheless true shit. You figure out which is which; but in any case, nobody should call for public apologies and nobody should give them. That’s for children. get over it.”
Are you not sick to death with the infantile, public, self-immolation that must always follow anyone with any influence saying something that’s on their mind or heart, whether dumb or true? But, true—or even frustration inelegantly expressed—doesn’t seem to be part of the equation, ever. The only equation at issue is if some protected victim class like LGBT, womyn, “minorities,” handicapped—or people who like beer pong—take offense.
…Or, I guess, the pathetic privileged Californian in a state that has for decades squandered its accumulated capital as arguably the greatest state in America. I won’t even get into the financial disaster, the budget deficit, the drunken sailor spending, that fuckwad Jerry Brown, those wastes of sperm in the California legislature, that Girly Man Schwarzenegger—who was incidentally right when he called the aformention legislators the same name and then lost his will—all the while he was there to do something about it in the first place after Californians, in a rare moment of sanity, booted that shitstain Gray Davis.
Nope. Won’t talk about it. Why? Because everyone in the golf world is talking about Phil Michelson and his audacity to complain about tax increases for the privilege of living in a state on the brink of bankruptcy after decades of doing everything that can possibly be done wrong from a sound, fiscal standpoint. …Not to mention his privilege of living in “The Land of the Free.” It’s a coin toss which one is less responsible in pure fiscal pragmatic terms; but, one does have the self-granted privilege of being able to print its own money and the other does not.
You can go Google the whole thing, but so far as I can tell, there’s far more articles in support of Mickelson than this snide tripe by a brown-noser beta-male named Tony Nitti in Forbes. “I focus on tax policy, court decisions and planning opportunities.” Shorter Nitti: I’m a cheap little whore errand boy for legally sanctioned monopoly Mafioso.
In the end, most everyone’s either a parasite or a petty mobster, now. Either you’re among the roughly 49ish percent who get more government benefits than you pay in—making you a parasite whose immediate demise would be a net plus to society—or you’re among the rest agitating to become a net beneficiary, to live more and more at others’ expense, i.e., a petty mobster.
The class of folks who actually produce the most economies others benefit from…guys like Mickelson and others in the sports & entertainment industries, entrepreneurs, etc….oh, how dare they open their mouths and “offend” all the parasites and petty mobsters, to ‘whose grace, mercy and generosity they owe their very lives.’ Hell, aren’t they just lucky enough already? …And how dare they shine a light on the root envy that underlies all of it.
Here’s the deal. If Phil Mickelson vanished tomorrow, it would be an enormous, net financial loss to the golf world, and that flows down. The only reason that golf-fan world sees fit to pay Michelson the millions he gets every year is because his talent, consistency in employing it, and presence creates far more real dollars than that. All those TV shows, all that logo apparel, endorsements, golf courses…all the stuff down to the people who cook burgers and wash tables in the clubhouse caff: they all rely on Mickelson and others like him to keep that whole gig going.
I contend that this is business between Phil Mickelson and his fans, every single one of which is free to withdraw his or her support of him any time they feel like it, on any grounds. It is nobody else’s business in the whole world; and those without that status are just parasites and petty mobsters. Black & white.
In other words: Mr. President Obama, sir: you didn’t create that! Nor did you, Californians, or Americans in general; and so, far from offering a contrived apology for appeasement’s sake, Mr. Mickelson ought be telling you to go fuck yourselves.
It’s really too bad that Atlas Shrugged is only fiction.
