I don’t like protests, but I’m going into protest mode. It has something to do with three major deadlines this week and the unexpected death of my mother requiring a trip out of town for four days. Besides much time fending off all the good people who are trying to help with condolences, I am really snowed under, and would prefer not to drive during a third consecutive sleepless night.
What I’m saying is, I am in no mood to go to the Buncombe County Commissioners’ meeting tonight and hear the speeches about how beautiful it is that a man doesn’t know if he has a body part or not because seeing isn’t believing except when it is, and then maybe not, and all that. As a man thinketh, so is he, and I have polluted my mind too much with this garbage already. I refuse to be a pawn of the push masquerading x-rated content as public policy. Traditionalists are told we are monsters and mean-spirited to try to enact laws to protect defenseless little girls. We are told no man would ever pose as a transvestite to rape a little girl in a vulnerable situation. We are told all people are of high moral character and nonviolent, and so the only true evil law must address is the accumulation of money. That is a crime so evil, government must use its force to make sure it accumulates with its supporters.
I am so not in the mood for this tonight.
