WHOSE hostile environment?
So I’m sitting around after hours today talking with some of my coworkers about the abomination that was Tuesday’s election.
It should be noted here that we’re a design firm in Portland, Oregon. Culturally and economically, we are as a sum about as far left as you can get while still showering daily, buying retail, and eating meat. Out of a staff of 12, 3 of us took yesterday off because the elections made us physically ill.
So we’re talking. And it comes out that one of the kids in the office (he’s gone home by now), was for Bush. During all of the office hypothesizing and hyperbolizing that we’ve done in the last few months, this fellow has kept his mouth shut the entire time.
I said I wished he hadn’t. I said I’d have liked the opportunity to engage him. The guy who’s supposed to be my manager/mentor says that the little guy probably didn’t want the new asshole I’d have given him. Which is a valid point. But I’m angrier at the lad for not participating than I am for what he believes. And it’s precisely because if you can’t talk about it, then YOU DON"T REALLY BELIEVE IT! You’re merely regurgitating some trash your mama-bird stuffed down your weak little throat.
OK, maybe my boss had a point about the asshole thing. But he then goes on to say that it’s probably a good thing the young man in question isn’t suing us for creating a hostile environment.
I nearly pooped.
We live in a nation that is run by right-wing whack-jobs who are now apparently the majority, and I’m creating a hostile environment?
Oh, I’m definitely hostile. Rage issues like you wouldn’t believe.
But if you want to discuss an environment, I think you’re looking up the wrong skirt, pal.
I live in Oregon. One of the 11 states that now has the dubious honor of getting to write bigotry INTO its constitution. The guy who sits on the other side of my cube farm wall at work is saying that he’s going to start going to church every week so they don’t come to get him and his daughter. He’s serious. Because of the bumper stickers on my car, there are certain parts of the state where I only park head-out, to be sure my tires aren’t slashed when I return.
And I’M creating a hostile environment?
In the words of a Christian gentleman we all know,
Go fuck yourself.
5 Comments:
Jeepers. I sympathize with the Bush supporter. There have been many times in my own life when the unbridled wrath of liberal zealots has been simply too toxic for even me – and I’m a liberal. Currently, I'm pleased as punch that political discussions are kept to a bare minimum at my own workplace (well, one of my workplaces…the other being a veritable orgy of Bush-bashing glee). If my boss is a rabid Republican I'd rather not know it. We get on fine as it is – perhaps because I have no idea what his political affiliations are. I'm here so I can pay the bills and, if I can help it, avoid getting an ulcer. Also, there are a whole host of things that I believe quite strongly but choose not to talk about…I hope that doesn't mean that I don't really believe them. I'm rather attached to these beliefs and it would be quite sad to learn that they weren't mine.
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That's an excellent first post. Poop and the horror of the last election go well together. Well done. It'll be good to have another opinion.
Also to be noted, all those nice Christian Religios Right Lugnuts are busy trumpeting their victory (one even saying it's now time for the liberals to sit there and "take it"). They're gizzin' that all the people are now behind Dubya. 51-49 isn't much of a people united indication. 80% of the Lugnuts say moral issues were the basis of their vote. WHY?????? Why-why-whywhywhy??? Ugh. I gotta stop before I barf.
Thanks for this blog.
I don't have any coworkers.
I don't have any coworkers.
Don't sacrifice your life to work and ideals. The most important things in life are human relations. I found that out too late.
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