Bullying an adult? Really? A few tips for un-bullying.

Count’em, five knuckles….

Headlines from the Wall St. Journal: “Republican Software Engineer at Google bullied.” Was he physically pushed around, smacked in the face, hit over the head? At Google? I doubt it. Then how was he “bullied?” How does one bully an adult? I didn’t read the article, but I can guess. Fellow employees said nasty things, or got up from the table and left the free lunch when he approached, or texted or emailed aggressive emojis, or projected nasty looks. Okay, so google, the “don’t be evil” company, is notoriously narrow minded about anyone who has an original thought i.e. is conservative politically. Google is a famously robotic monoculture of Perfectionist Progressives and their impractical, utopian, unrealizable ideas. What else is new?

Dude, if you want to work there, you can keep your opinions to yourself or grow a pair and fight back. They’re the ones with the stupid ideas, the rote parroting of liberal drivel, the distaste for defending their opinions. You have the ammunition. How can you be bullied? Stop using that term. Both Booker T. Washington and Eleanor Roosevelt agree, no one can bully you without your permission. How do you give bullies your permission? Or better yet, how do you deny permission to be bullied? A handy guide follows:

1. Take nothing personally. They don’t know you, what’s inside, what you are capable of, or what you really think. Then what are they attacking? Their own projections. They might read something you wrote, or hear something you said, or simply don’t like your face. It doesn’t matter. What they are attacking is, “if I said/wrote that, here’s what I would be thinking.” They are attacking their own ugliness. You just happen to be convenient.

2. They are the one with a problem. You can sympathize, pity or reflect back to them, but don’t grovel, stoop to their level by counterattacks, or feel sorry for yourself. Most of all, never let them see you sweat. Stay cool, calm, measured….yeah, easier said than done, but with practice you will improve.

3. Put them on the defensive by insisting they define their terms and explain, how specifically does that apply to me? Did someone call you racist? “Define racist. How exactly do I fit your definition? What is your evidence?” I guarantee you, one of three things will happen again: they will struggle to define the term, realizing how they haven’t thought much about it; they will attack you personally, while not admitting they can’t define the term; they will calm down and try to reasonably discuss your questions. Hint: #3 is the least likely. No matter what, the attacks will all but cease, out of fear of being put on the spot.

Do you have the ability to remain cool under fire? If not, practice. Role play with a friend, or even yourself, how you will handle various scenarios of bullying. Are you an inviting target for bullies? If so, what makes you so? Are you overly sensitive to criticism? Are you desperate for approval? Do you lack confidence in your own opinions, or your ability to debate? Practice, practice, practice. No? Then go crying to your teacher, your boss, the EEOC, or if you’re unfortunate enough to be Canadian, the Human Rights Tribunals of your province. Just don’t expect the bullying to end if you carry the seeds inside you.

I provoke a lot of people with my blog, and sometimes in person. In the past, I was bullied, and then I took my own advice. I am almost disappointed that I haven’t had the opportunity to sharpen my debating skills for the last 50 years.

I am voting racist. Get over it.

Black? Brown? Mocha? Racist!

In the early hours of Thursday morning following the Democrat debate, a Race-obsessed MSNBC panel complained racism wasn’t brought up enough during the debate. In a mind-boggling discussion, the analysts urged Democrats to call out white “privilege” while insisting that whites who voted for Trump were racist, and needed to vote against Trump because he’s a white supremacist. The panel clearly couldn’t decide whether they wanted to attack white Trump voters as racists or get them to vote Democrat. So they decided, let’s do both. The Root contributor Jason Johnson and The Beat DC’s Tiffany Cross started off by complimenting Democrat Kirsten Gillibrand for calling out white women’s “privilege,” and insisting the rest of the 2020 candidates needed to follow suit because that would “animate voters.” From there, the panel broadened to attack all whites who voted for Trump as racists, who needed to be convinced Trump was a racist, to vote against him in 2020. “We can start from the perspective that everybody understands that Donald Trump is a racist and a white supremacist. We’re not trying to convince anybody of that point,Cross insisted. That’s good, you jerkoff, because you can’t see his heart nor read his mind nor that of anyone else. You are suffering from racism inflation.

Then there’s Charles Barkley, a former NBA star and now an NBA analyst on TNT. Sir Chuck is his own man, and usually says some interesting things. He said after the Democratic presidential candidate debate on July 30 that political parties have been neglecting economic opportunities for black Americans. He also added that most black people he knows who have always voted Democratic are “still poor.” In 2017, Barkley remarked that Democrats have “taken the black vote and the poor vote for granted for a long time,” and that “this is a wakeup call for Democrats to do better for black people and poor white people.” When Barkley was asked on July 30 whether he felt that “it’s different this time around,” he replied, “I do not.”

Interesting, true, but his own vote, according to him, would be between Julian Castro and Pete Buttigieg, “if they could get some traction.” Chuck, the only traction they are getting would be to lose the Vaseline during what passes for sex. Chuck is loud and amusing, but not exactly a policy wonk. Admittedly, I have been drifting towards voting for President Trump for a second term due to the complete idiocy and insanity of alternative choices, but reading shit like the first paragraph, I have put away the paddles and replaced them with a 500 HP Mercury outboard motor. I will vote for him. If that makes me “racist”, I would tell you where to stick your opinion if this weren’t a family blog.

I just read a “comment” post in Spokane’s own leftwing rag, the INLANDER. It was called “Won’t You Be My Neighbor”, by Aileen Keown Vaux. She started out praising Fred Rogers, for inviting police officer Francois Clemens to his neighborhood, making him the first recurring black character on a children’s TV show. The wonderful image was Mr. Rogers and officer Clemens sitting side by side soaking their feet in a small pool together. Absolutely precious, the image it brings to my mind is something I saw on a church racial reconciliation video, of a white man washing the feet of a black man, heeding Jesus’ admonition about washing His feet. Indeed, a person who is willing to wash the feet of another, especially a different race, is washing the feet of Jesus Christ himself. So far so good, given that Fred Rogers was an ordained Presbyterian minister.

But then she points out how Mr. Rogers failed the modern test of inclusiveness. How? Officer Clemens was homosexual, and “would spend time at a well-known gay bar in downtown New York City.” Rogers “quietly asked him to stop.” Her theory is that he didn’t think the show could afford to lose sponsors and that Rogers said, “his actions may give many of the wrong people the worst idea.” Who are the wrong people? What is the worst idea? Did she ask him? Did he say? How did inclusiveness become god? Inclusiveness has become the golden mean of our age. Whether it’s immigration—everyone has the right to be included in our country—sexuality—everyone’s sexual practices are equally acceptable—religions—you can’t say Islamic terrorists without being islamophobic—we have forgotten the immortal words of Groucho Marx: “I wouldn’t join a club that would accept me as a member.”

Jesus was all about inclusion, but not for its own sake, come one come all. Jesus was about inclusion in the family of God, which includes everyone who admits they are a lost sinner, and incapable of pleasing God, and who claims the cleansing of sin that only the blood of Jesus can effect. When I humbly and brokenly beg Jesus Christ to become my sacrifice, so that my Heavenly Father sees Jesus instead of my sin, I become included in the family of God. Not before, nor by any other route.

Look at the picture above of the inclusive club of Democrats that started running for President. Of those 24 faces, two claim to be black, but I don’t see it, and I don’t care anyway. Inclusiveness is not a measure of anything valuable. All it is, is a lame adult version of everyone gets a medal. Grow up folks, only the winners—those who by definition have trained to win—deserve a medal. Do you want to be included in something worthwhile? Earn it. If you want to be on a children’s show that is sponsored by companies who want parents to buy their products, and you know that those sponsors won’t be excited by your prominence in a gay bar, stop going or find another show. Mr. Rogers doesn’t have to accommodate you. I don’t have to vote Democrat, nor will I. Call me whatever, as long as it isn’t inclusive.