Every time I pull on a pair of panties, I am reminded of the hypocrisy of men in suits. These are the people who have looked critically at those of us who break conventions (often in a very soft lacy pair of panties), and yet who claim to know so much better than those of us on the lacy fringe of society. These men in suits, who are so accomplished, have a total inability to pass a law requiring stronger background checks for gun owners – something 95% of adults (including gun owners) agree with.
It’s curious how some can be vocal about not allowing transgendered soldiers to serve, even though they are able, committed and willing – and yet these very same voices of moral rectitude fail to have the backbone to stand up and say “Actually, my children and I really do have a problem with you allowing every lunatic in the asylum to buy assault weapons.” Chief among these voices of righteousness is, of course, that of a man who got five deferments. Courage is not a word that seems to mean much to these people.
Those of us who see what is happening in the USA can only look on in sadness. No child should have to have ‘gun drills’ in school. It’s not normal. It’s unnecessary in the rest of the world. We look, shake our heads in consternation and say “Why?”. The rest of the modern world has got this right.
While many of my members have had to have the courage to accept themselves (a courage for which no one gets any medals), I wonder if any members of Congress have the courage to do the right thing, the thing they’re elected to do, and represent their members and stand up to the NRA. Fear of being criticized by the 5% is just too much for them. A Congress without the moral backbone required to protect our children seems to be one of little value to anyone.
When one explores the unusual sides of who we are, there’s a courage required that can only be accessed when one has total honesty with oneself. These ‘small acts of courage’ so outweigh what we see from some leaders that their words seem increasingly hollow, which wouldn’t matter much – accept that this is about the safety of our children we’re discussing. The words now need to be backed up with actions. Without that, all the men in suits are, are cowards.
I was surprised to find Sylvester, Max and Bernard rehearsing with their band in my garage this week. How they come to have free rein throughout my house is a mystery to me. They use my expansive garage as a rehearsal space, since my wife’s car is still at the airport. She’s travelling, and is currently in Iceland, like everyone else these days.
It’s the time of year at which we usually have the Huckleberry Close talent show. This is a local fundraiser for the community centre and something I like to take part in. This year I’m helping the local Girl Guides put on some songs from Pirates Of Penzance. During rehearsals this week I got stuck in the props cupboard with one of the other parents while getting a Jolly Roger. Most embarrassing.
The sounds coming from the garage were a little disturbing. As you may know, Sylvester is a large man, rides a Harley and would look quite at home in the lineup of Metallica or Kiss. When he opens his mouth to sing, and the sound that comes out is a falsetto high pitched melody, it’s a little surprising.
After listening for a little while, I thought I should point something out to Sylvester.
“I never really thought of you as a protest singer, Sylvester.”
“I have many talents that are unappreciated by others,” he chimed in.
“All the same, do you think the line, “Bring me your huddled masses, except if they’re Muslim,” is really appropriate? And this part, “We’ll give them a gun, but not a vote,” it seems a little inflammatory.”
“But it’s time our voices were heard,” said Sylvester passionately.
“I’m not sure the people you’re trying to reach are going to be attending the Huckleberry Close Talent Show. Well, I guess you never know who might drop by.”
“You don’t like the statue of Liberty reference?” said Sylvester looking a little disappointed.
“You know it was given to the new republic by the French?”
“Of course,” said Sylvester. “They’ve got lot’s of good things we could benefit from.”
“Military parades,” chimed in Max, while he adjusted one of the amplifiers and fiddled with a keyboard.
“Shut up, Max!” I said sharply. “It just strikes me that if you were lift that statue’s nightdress, you might find more than you expected. Just sayin’.”
“X-rays,” said Max.
“Pardon?” I said.
“They invented X-rays – the French. Marie Curie. You can do all sorts of cool things with X-rays!”
“What are you on about?” I said testily. “You don’t ‘invent’ x-rays. You discover them.”
“You can’t X-ray the Statue Of Liberty,” said Sylvester, helpfully.
“But you can X-ray someone’s ankle to see if they’ve got bone spurs,” retorted Max.
I felt I should leave, and headed back to my kitchen. It was definitely time for a glass of that South African Cabernet Sauvignon. Besides, I have to reply to five emails, which by chance is the exact number of deferments…
Ah, listening to the band rehearse I can see they’re going with slightly easier sentiments. The sound is drifting in through the kitchen window. I shall post the song below. I think it’s one Sylvester wrote for me.
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