Thursday, August 9, 2007

Offended

Have you ever stopped to consider exactly what it means to be "offended"? This word seems to pop up in the news just about every other day. Someone has said something on television, radio, or other media that has offended a person or group of people. And in response, we all rally together to condemn the Evil Offender, because he or she has hurt people for no good reason. But what exactly is the wound of offense? Does it cause bodily harm? Does it cause psychological distress? Does it cause pain and swelling of hemorrhoidal tissues? Where exactly does the damage occur?

The most recent, highly publicized incident of offense was when Don Imus referred to the Rutgers Womens Basketball Team as "nappy-headed hos". I don't need to recount the backlash that occured, since it turned into one of the biggest news stories of the year. One comment that struck me was this:

"It's important that we stand with the women of Rutgers who are deeply hurt by the highly insensitive comments of Don Imus," said Marc Morial, CEO of the National Urban League.

Deeply hurt? In principle, you can't be hurt by words. You can feel badly because of your reaction to the words, but the words themselves can cause no damage without your active participation. Now I will concede, we're only human, and we react to verbal attacks and personal insults almost instinctively. But, can we really feel the same emotional distress from hearing second or third-hand about what some stranger said in a time and place where we couldn't possibly have been affected by it? Is that maybe carrying it a little too far? How do we get to this level of displaced outrage?

The foundation is in the phenomenon of personal, individual entitlement. According to our social structure as a Nation, we have certain natural ("unalienable") rights. These rights are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, or "life, liberty, and property" if you're recognize the influence of John Locke on the Founding Fathers. Either way, it's pretty basic. You have the right to live, you have the right to freedom, and you have the right to make a living. But over the years, Americans have assumed scores of additional "natural rights" that have never been officially documented or endorsed by our system of government. One of the most prominent seems to be, "The right to not have to hear anything we find distasteful". I assume this has become an American right because Don Imus was fired from his job and persecuted by the media for his words. And tragically, millions go unpunished every single day for uttering insults, slurs, and all manner of profanity directly into the ears of law-abiding Americans. I myself have told a cab driver to go and engage in sexual intercourse without means of a partner this very afternoon. And yet I roam free as a fugitive from justice.

Where do these new rights come from? They come from the very same conglomerate of media sources which now enforce the punishments for violating them. I recall at a very young age being informed by Saturday morning television that, "The most important person in the whole wide world...is you!" I've been assured by countless television and radio commercials that I DESERVE the very best. For most of my life, my country has celebrated my unique individuality, and encouraged me aggressively to nurture and cultivate it as a beautiful flower in a desert of mediocrity. And I have risen to the challenge. I groom my beautiful self every morning with floral soap, skin-softening shaving cream, triple-blade razors, coconut scented shampoo, fun and sassy hair products, sweet deodorant, minty fresh toothpaste applied with a specially designed toothbrushing implement. So when I leave the house, the world can see that I am a success. I have no human odor or imperfections. Then I grab my razor-thin cell phone, get into my sexy-ass car and turn on my 50,000-song portable media device. It goes on and on.

Pretty soon I start feeling like all that matters is my own personal gratification. And as a highly adaptable and resilient survivor of the animal kingdom, I create methods for achieving my needs. The best way to make sure I get what I want is to change them from wants to rights. My "pursuit of happiness" becomes a mission for total and constant gratification. And now I start feeling like the smartest monkey in the cage, because I've figured out how to get what I want. The ego grows, the pride swells, and now I have the natural God-given unalienable right not to be distracted or disturbed. Now, when I hear a joke that I simply find no humor in, instead of simply not laughing, I must have the joke teller punished for upsetting the balance of my personal air. I have become offended.

Please stop the world and tend to my needs. I have been mortally wounded by cruel insensitivity projected at me in the form of sound vibrations that contain references I would prefer not to hear. Please retrieve for me, a reputable physician, at once. And bring me the head of Don Imus on a steel lance so that I may post it as a warning to all others.

Little Bill: "Mister, you just shot an unarmed man!"

William Munny: "Well he shoulda armed himself if he was going to mutter thoughtless, insensitive comments, that I heard about from some people in another town, a couple of weeks ago, about my friend."

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Welcome to My World

Hi, welcome to Earth. We're a giant spinning sphere of dirt that circles around that big fireball you see over there. We call ourselves humans. We're the fastest evolving and smartest animals on Earth. We were made by a guy named God, who's our boss. We used to be what's known as a monkey, but we got promoted, given bigger brains and a soul, and now we're like the boss of everything else. Feel free to look around. I'd be happy to answer any questions.

So God made you... who made all this other stuff?

Oh, God made that stuff too. He made the whole thing.

What did he make it out of?

Um, we don't know, really. We think he made it out of nothing, I guess. I don't know.

So tell me about this God guy. Who is he? Why did he make all this stuff?

As far as we know, he's an indefinable entity who's taken the form of a male, caucasian homosapien, and he made earth to amuse himself. You know, like a hobby.

Why did God promote you guys? What exactly was the reason?

Well, I think it's probably because we look exactly like God. But you know, he did that on purpose. He made us to look like him.

So you guys are like mini-Gods?

Yeah, I guess you could say that. We're kinda like a bunch of little God Assistants.

What kind of work have you done here for God?

Well, we've populated the earth. This is called being "fruitful". We've established our domination over all the other animals. We've gone around and told other humans who didn't know about God that they need to know about God. We've harnessed the elements to power machines in order to eliminate stress and effort from our existence. We recite ritualistic chants towards God, and we do some light typing and filing.

And God finds this helpful? This is what he assigns you to do?

You bet!

And so what is God doing while you're taking care of all his work on earth?

Um... I don't know. I assume he's creating stuff or doing miracles or something.

How do you know what assignments you have, day to day? Does God call a staff meeting?

Well, no. We get written orders from a long time ago, by some guys who talked to him.

Really? How long ago?

Oh, a couple thousand years I guess. No one really knows.

And who are these guys?

Well, some of them were written by these guys called Disciples. But the rest, we really don't know.

So you work based on assignments written thousands of years ago by someone you've never heard of?

Yeah.

And this person got his orders from God?

Yes. Well... that's what he says...in the papers.

Why doesn't God write some new papers? You know, update the old papers?

Oh, because he's testing us!

Why is he testing you?

To see if we make the right decisions.

You mean he thinks there's a chance you might not?

Yeah.

Do you think there's a flaw in your design? Are you a prototype...a test version?

No, absolutely not. God made us perfectly. God is perfect, ya know. So everything he makes is perfect.

So...why the test?

What do you mean?

I mean, this God guy is perfect, right? He could make a perfect version of you the first time.

Oh, we're not perfect.

So God didn't make you perfect?

Nope.

Why not?

Because he wanted us to have a free will.

What does that mean?

It means we can decide whatever we want.

But you still have to do these assignments, right?

Well, yes.

Can you choose not to do them?

I guess we can. Yes.

What happens if you chose not to do the assignments?

Well, when we die, we are handed over to this guy Satan, who takes us into a big underground cave and burns us in fire.

Ouch! For how long?

Forever.

Forever?! What the hell?

Yeah, that's the joint.

So this God guy is really harsh, huh?

Yeah, but he loves us.

OK, tell me a little bit about these other animals living on your planet.

Well, these other animals are put here by our boss, God, for our personal use. We can use them as a food source, have them work for us, kill them if they annoy us, etc.

God loves you more than them, I guess.

Oh yeah. we have a soul and they don't.

What's a soul?

It's a thing inside our bellies that brings us to heaven.

What's heaven?

God's home office, pretty much. There's lots of room there, but only for good people.

No animals there, huh?

Nope, not a one.

So to summarize, you live on this spinning ball of dirt, where you were put by a guy named God to do some of his work. But he's really testing you to see if you'll be good or bad. And even though he could have constructed you perfectly, he didn't, because he wants some of you to go to an underground cave and burn forever in fire, while all the rest get to go to his home office and hang out. And the work he's given you was all written down by some dead guys two thousand years ago who supposedly met God, but he hasn't met with anyone or updated the orders since then. But he did give you a supply of other animals to kill and eat and enslave for your amusement. Is that about right?

Yes.

Have you ever net this God guy?

No, not personally.

Do you know anyone who has?

No...

How do you know he's there? Maybe the guy left or something.

I guess he could have. I'd have no way of knowing.

Have you ever tried to contact him?

Yes, every day.

And...?

Well, nothing so far. But I know he's busy.

And what about this Satan guy. Ever met him?

Well, no. But I have seen him. He does a t.v. show on Fox. Calls himself... "O'Reilly".

Weird.

Yeah.