blackmercedes - 2/4/2005 10:21 PM
azimuth - 2/3/2005 9:03 AM
From experience, the emotional acerbic method usually presents it's point from a position of weakness. The point can be dead on, but the acid delivery taints it's credibility.
Well, I live in a very upper-middle class to quite wealthy suburban neighbourhood. We have an eclectic mix of CEO's and other execs intertwined with some academics, teachers, and a few other left-leaning kinda folks. (We bought before the real estate values bloated uncontrollably. Now I have great home equity, but a rising tax bill too. Nice.) For years, at gatherings, the neo-con greedmeisters would pat each other on the back and loudly espouse the virtures of their right-wing politics. They were very much "in your face" about it on the presumption that everyone feels the same way. Well, we don't. Being the nice, polite folks we were, we said nothing. Then, we engaged a polite debate, only to be greeted with ridicule, fabricated references (Bill O style...) and often behaviour considered beyond rude.
Well, enough. I take the high road every time the lane is clear, but sometimes it's plain blocked. I used to just park it, but not anymore. Now I unleash, and it gets ugly. And personal. Many of our richest neighbours have adult/teen children that are either in prison or on parole. Petty offenses like murder, grand theft, drug trafficking. I enjoy pointing out what top-notch parents and community minded families these folks are. While most of the neo-con middle class neighbours plant their lips firmly on the assholes of the rich assholes, (it's not tough when the entire person is basically a sphincter) I don't want/need a single thing from them, except maybe for them to pack up their criminal offspring and leave.
Years ago I used to travel in their circles, and relied on these Jackasses to earn my living. I had to keep my mouth shut, or face being excluded from the little club. The white-educated-males only little club that took the piece of the pie and then built a fence around the rest.
Did I burn my bridges to industry? Yup. And not a moment too soon.
Mean what you say
Say what you think
(terrorist mantra from the Uber-threat Cat Stevens...)