Racism

Goodbye Zen, Hello Reality

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I have to say it has been a pretty productive weekend. I finally gained access to the new email server, and I added a few new website features to the main Slacker Site. I’ve also made a few tweaks here, such as removing the text over the banner… on mobile it looked weird, and overall it looked too repetitive. Instead enjoy my unobstructed misadventures.

I’ve packed a helping of breakfast rice (sounds weird but who cares) for tomorrow along with some herbal tea. After three days of being antisocial I can return to listening to asshats yell at us for having to wear masks, make fun of us for wearing them, and the increase of racial dialogue. Ever since COVID broke out I’ve been having to listen to my not as pale co-workers get yelled at by customers for their country mass producing this virus… even though not a fucking one of them is of Chinese descent. Then there’s also one of my co-workers pointing at a crying child and in a sarcastic tone telling me “he’s probably sick with the covid…” all because the kid was Chinese looking enough to merit a poor attempt at humor. If anything the poor kid was showing as much enthusiasm for being there as I mentally was.

Another thing I’ve had to think about lately is my daily attire. We can pretty much wear anything to work, and from time to time I like to wear some of my Oriental or Asian wear to work among the gaming T-Shirts and other stuff I have at my disposal, and with the amount of toxicity going on lately I’ve had to mentally walk down the alleyway of worst case scenarios for the days I decide to wear them. Never thought I would live in a day and age where I’d have to ponder these thoughts… then again I never thought toilet paper would be the first thing to go during an apocalypse.

The beatings will continue until morale improves.

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Well I’m almost through my first week back with today being my Friday. It’s been a pretty weird week. We had a drunk wander in which I’d rather not go into full detail about, had to try and cheer some co-workers up who have been down lately since things haven’t gotten any better, they’re getting worse as usual. I found out one of the people I work with, whom I’ve known since I was a kid through my mom working there that she refuses to work with one of the other girls because of Vietnam flashbacks. Which is weird since she’s not a vet, nor are her husband or kids, nor have they ever been to Vietnam… Oh, and the girl isn’t even from Vietnam, she’s Filipino. Cute way of saying you’re a racist I guess…

Looking forward to my weekend away from that drama. I already have a mental to do list thought out. Just need some good weather to accomplish it. 😛

Get the duck out of here.

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I’m really getting sick and tired of the Duck Dynasty thing. Lots of people in town (including co-workers) were extremely pissed off about Phil Robertson being thrown off the air, and have been rejoicing his triumphant return ever since but are still pissed off at how they would even think of oppressing a fellow Christian for his beliefs. One of my co-workers decided to ask my opinion on the situation which would prove later to be a mistake. I kept it light, basically telling him that they’re fakes. I explained to him the picture I found of them 11 years ago before the beards, and how it was obvious that they grew them out for TV. He defended that by saying “People do different things for TV” and I said “Yes, but it’s supposed to be a ‘reality’ show”, and then he tried to tell me that it was wrong for them to take him off the air because of “one thing”. Why are these people only focusing on the gay comment and not this comment:

“I never, with my eyes, saw the mistreatment of any black person. Not once. Where we lived was all farmers. The blacks worked for the farmers. I hoed cotton with them. I’m with the blacks, because we’re white trash. We’re going across the field…. They’re singing and happy. I never heard one of them, one black person, say, ‘I tell you what: These doggone white people’—not a word!… Pre-entitlement, pre-welfare, you say: Were they happy? They were godly; they were happy; no one was singing the blues.”

I imagine that if I brought up this bit about marrying girls as young as 15 or 16 it would also fall on deaf ears. Yes, Phil Robertson mentioned this back in 2009 at a Christian retreat.

“They got to where they’re getting hard to find, mainly because these boys are waiting ’til they get to be about 20 years old before they marry ’em,” Robertson says in a video clip that resurfaced Monday. “Look, you wait ’til they get to be 20 years old, the only picking that’s going to take place is your pocket. You got to marry these girls when they are about 15 or 16. They’ll pick your ducks.”

Yeah, you wanna marry them while they don’t know the world from outside your toolshed. It doesn’t end there either:

“Make sure that she can cook a meal. You need to eat some meals that she cooks, check that out. Make sure she carries her Bible. That’ll save you a lot of trouble down the road,” he said.

It’s funny reading this then having to listen to people complain about how his religious beliefs got him thrown off of A&E. Yes, everyone knows that Christians in America are the most oppressed. All 70% of them… 🙄