This blog is run by an imperfect human being. As such, it might not always live up to its purported vision of being “positive.” Anger and disgust, human emotions, sometimes interfere. If we could be like Vulcans (fictional alien race in Star Trek), life might actually be boring, would it not? If I were a Vulcan, this blog would lack any emotions.
However, I advocate against being like the Ferengi (another fictional alien race in Star Trek) who take lessons from Ayn Rand (figuratively, of course). I find extreme selfishness and greed to be abrasive to the human spirit. We “hue-maans” detest such extremism. Only “hue-maans” who cling to their barbaric animal roots would relate to the Ferengi and Ayn Rand. Only anarchists who unwittingly create chaos would seek role models in a fictional alien race and Dagney Taggart, John Galt, and crew.
Should I apologize for this emotionalizing which leads to words like “horse shit” or “bastards” or … the worse possible… “f…”? Should I apologize for getting in touch with my feminine side – the emotions? Should I remain completely logical and when I diverge from that course, shut my mouth? After all, things said in the course of emotion can often be false. And that is certainly possible with my emotions. But the difference between me and someone like Allen West is this. At least I am willing to acknowledge this fact about me. I don’t allow my ego to create an egomaniac, if at all possible.
A long-lost male relative who suddenly surfaced to the family in the 1980s once told me about his disgust at being FORCED to acknowledge his feminine side. Oh, really? FORCED? By whom? Who FORCED him to acknowledge his feminine side and is it REALLY that bad to do so? I don’t recall being FORCED to acknowledge my feminine side. If I remember correctly, the only coercion I received was from an ex-Marine who jumped down my throat when I once said, “I FEEL….” “MEN DON’T DO THAT,” this ex-Marine exclaimed. “Men don’t ‘FEEL!'” … this ex-Marine reiterated! You know. I did not do as this relative did with his beef and tell people, “I refuse to abide by conformity to the principle that “men don’t feel!” I just took this advice and tucked it away in my knowledge bank, realizing I need to consider the various ways of thinking about how “men” are! I don’t need to embrace any ONE way – as fascists would have us do.
We are humans. We are diverse in our ways. We are not animals.