Who Am I

Have you ever wondered who you are?  Twelve out of ten people never think about it, but I do.  A week or so ago I read something that made me take inventory of me. Based upon what I read, in today’s world, the following is what I came up with.

I was born white, which makes me a racist.  I am heterosexual, which makes me a homophobe.  I am a Christian, which makes me an infidel.  I think and reason so I doubt almost everything the main stream media tells me, which makes me a reactionary.  I am a fiscal and moral conservative, which makes me a fascist.  I am proud of my heritage and our inclusive American culture, which makes me a xenophobe.

I value my safety and that of my family which means I appreciate the police and that makes me a right-wing extremist.  And, I believe in the defense and protection of America by all citizens, which makes me a militarist or ‘hawk.’

Are you beginning to get the picture?  I am a confused old man that doesn’t understand how I got to be all these things.  Heck, I spent my whole life, so far, working hard and trying to do what was right.  And, that’s not the worse of me.

Now, I don’t even know which restroom to use.

PMO
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