Tired of Being Called a Racist

I’m so tired of being called a racist when I criticize Obama. Why does he get a pass because of his skin color? How racist is it to think, or say, someone’s performance can’t be discussed because of their race; that they are somehow inferior and need to be protected? That they are judged by a lesser standard? That is plain bullshit!

Any long term readers of this blog (boy, are you a glutton for punishment) know I criticized George W. Bush. His assault on the Constitution by way of his “signing statements” was as wrong as Obama’s trying to rule by fiat.  The economic mess created by removing the firewall between commercial and investment banks continue to drag us down. The end game on that is financial ruin for the common citizen.

Methinks the Obama supporters are beginning to sense the disaster that his administration is proving to be, and they can’t stand the idea they were duped. It’s time for that Egyptian River.

Now, when they play their race card, my response, mentally or verbally, is, “Is that all you got?”

Am I a racist? Most assuredly, I have some deep seated racist thoughts and feelings. I can say I have never discriminated against anyone in the workplace based on their skin color, ethnic makeup, religion or sex.  Socially? I hope not. I do reserve the option of treating assholes like assholes, and do so with some vigor.

Racial Profiling??? Don't Think So

In the early 1990's, working at a big car store, I became good friends with a man on my crew. We were of similar age, veterans, married, raising kids, buying a house, etc. Our primary differences were skin color and fear of the police. We often car pooled and he was always alerting me when he saw a police car. When he was driving he was always hyper alert for police cars. I got many an earful about "driving while black". We were never stopped which was a good thing. He was a daily cannabis user. I often wondered if the root of his fear was illegal activity.

During my time at this store, I came to know many police officers. We sold used cars to the county for undercover use. After a few weeks we bought them back for a few hundred less than we sold them if the cars weren't trashed. Our city police had to park in an isolated lot open to vandalism. Many wanted a cheap beater for commuting and I had many for customers. Good thing for my miscreant children. All these officers seemed focused on criminals, shitheads, dopers and drunks. Skin color was incidental. I rarely heard any racial remarks but many disparaging remarks about bad drivers, gang activity, drug dealers, ADAs and judges.

One day I was involved in a minor fender bender; the other driver swerved into me. His story, told to Sgt. K, was he was trying to miss a dog. He had other problems. His car wasn't registered to him, he didn't have proof of insurance, and his fluency in English was poor. When Sgt. K wrote him a citation, he went off. "No, you no give me ticket. No, you make insurance go up. No, you find dog owner give him ticket. No, no sign ticket. You pick on me, me Asian, you no fair to me." Talked himself into handcuffs and a ride to jail. Sgt. K was a mellow policeman, more of a peace officer than a cop, but he had his limits. The driver got arrested for being an asshole. That is what I said in court six weeks later. The judge had a few choice words for me.

I strive to treat everyone with courtesy. On the few occasions I've had to deal with Badge Heavy officers, I've kept my cool. The time and place to deal with them is with their supervisor. I've done that. It takes a little fortitude to talk to the Undersheriff or Chief. You are not in a friendly environment. If you are not prepared to take action, STFU. If you don't have the guts to deal with the problem, you are the problem. That is my position. Your mileage may vary.

I'm a What?

While I didn't attend any tea parties, I am a fellow traveler. Reading some of the opinions of the liberals I am identified as a racist homosexual redneck!
Well, they got the redneck part right.