This is not in the pit. I’m not mad, I’m disapointed. I debated putting it in the pit, but frankly, it’s not pit worthy.
I have been frequenting a local pub lately. I go out and have a beer or two, play some pool, sometimes dance( a truly horrible sight), just generally have a good time. I like this pub because it always has a nice mix of folks-a real cross section. On any given night, it’s about 60-70% white folks, and 30-40% black folks, and everyone has a good time. Music plays, drinks are drunk, and I’ve never seen a fight there. It’s all cool.
Anyway, tonight, the DJ was playing some very cool urban dance music. I even went out on the dance floor and embarassed myself. The place was rockin’! Then she put on “I’ve Got Friends in Low Places”. It was an interesting juxtoposition. I turned to a guy I have talked to before and said " That’s what I like about this place. Where else would you hear urban dance music ( and yes, those were the words I used) followed by " Friends in Low Places""?
Understand, at the time I was grooving…having a good time…enjoying life. His reply killed it all, though. he said " Yea, I guess they wanted to calm the niggers down." WTF??? Hey, I’ve talked to you, you seemed to be a pretty cool guy. Where did this garbage come from? It’s sad. I’ll never look at you the same way agian. Sure, I’ll talk to you when I’m there, but the whole experience has been sullied. I liked you before, now I’ll just tolerate you. You killed it all, Jack. Fuckhead. From nice guy to despised aquaintance in one breath. That’s not easy to do, but you managed it nicely. And it sux.
One of the missions in any life is discovering who the assholes among us are. Given enough time and familiarity, you’ll probably discover they make up an absolute majority.
Well, Weirddave, it just goes to show that ignorance still runs rampant. (Where is Cecil when you need him?)
Your best reply was to just give him the “Look of Pity” for being such a jackass and then walk away. (Of course, when I’ve had a pint or two, I would have said, ‘well, I guess Garth Brooks was put on to placate the rednecks like you, huh?’, but then again, I’m a trouble-starter.)
Oh, and for the record, I like Garth Brooks. Especially that song. (With the extended verses!)
Yup. Kinda like the customs guy today on the bus. Group of college honor students going to see A Merchant of Venice on a Saturday. (now there’s a security risk…)
Two cops looking around the bus on the way home. We show ID’s. They search a few overhead compartmenst and ask if we bought fruit. Asks if anyone was born outside of the US. We say no.
Then he picks out Nick, who happens to be mostly/partly korean, (ie “He looks different”) and asks where he was born. he says “here, the US, Michigan.” And teh cop gives him the evil eye.
Well, the opinion of the bus was that someone needed to grow up and get a life… we’ll leave it at that.
How’s about this one, ignorance running rampant in a supposedly accepting environment.
My priest dude was talking about how he’s tearing down barriers between people yadda yadda yadda
He said that all teenagers don’t pray and that rock music gas subliminal messages that encourage sex, violence and get this… satanism. The man has obviously not heard of Creed. Then there was the whole thing about how public schools are evil because they don’t accept religious clubs and extremely religious chicks makes some crack about gay people and how they let “gay clubs” be in schools and that they’re encouraging all teens to be gay.
I was literally digging my nails into myself to keep from speaking up, I couldn’t take the slander of my generation.
And this was after a sermon that included the “loving your fellow man” talk.