People in my family love guns. They fucking love them. My Dad has guns all over his house “just in case”. Other members of the fam have multiple guns, like 4 or 5. None of these people live in high crime areas. Almost all of my family lives in lily-white super safe suburbs/bedroom communities. There are no gangs, there are no drug dealers…they live in safety. They all have arsenals for “protection” though. What the fuck?

That may be the ostensive reason, but really they just love love guns. They go to shooting ranges and are often buying new and exciting firearms. My brother in law even loads/fills his own bullets. We had a family reunion and one of the family/bonding activities was shooting. They often post on social media about their trips to the gun range and how many rounds they’ve fired off. Guns are fun for the entire family!

Whatever gene determines one’s love of guns, I didn’t get it. We grew up in a rural area where guns were just a part of life. Gun safety and use were taught at a young age and having them around wasn’t a big deal. As kids, we knew we weren’t allowed to touch them and they were only for emergencies. Their only real use was hunting and protecting the livestock from predators. There wasn’t the focus then on protecting yourself from rampant crime. They weren’t something9 generally used for fun and hijinks, they were tools. I don’t remember there being this weird obsession with them and the Second Amendment. Hmmm…wonder why…

The National Rifle Association wasn’t a huge lobbying group when I was a kid. They had a magazine and you could take gun safety classes through them but they were legit low key. In the later 1970’s it started lobbying for gun rights after the Gun Control Act of 1968 was passed. The NRA, being funded by gun makers and not gun owners, began trying to control and limit legislation about guns. “After 1977, the organization expanded its membership by focusing heavily on political issues and forming coalitions with conservative politicians, most of them are Republicans.”

So, now any attempt to alter or modify the laws around guns is fought tooth and nail by the gun lobby. They’ve convinced their followers to fight as well under the guise of the government taking their guns. Remember Charlton Heston’s “Pry my guns from my cold dead hands” comment. We used to have an assault weapons ban, which actually was effective. They didn’t kick anyone’s door in and take their gun…they just stopped selling new ones. if you already had one, well, you had one. It was effective at limiting the number of military grade weapons the public had. Thanks to the NRA, Congress let that ban lapse, and we all know how well that’s working out for our country.

This when the narrative around guns changed and we got such pithy slogans as “Only a good guy with a gun can stop a bad guy with a gun” Suddenly crime became a huge issue. Now, we’ve always had crime and levels tend to remain somewhat static and statistically, most of us won’t be victims of violent crime. but the propaganda of the Right made it seem like shit was just out of control. We need guns to protect ourselves from the marauding bands of super-predators out to do us harm. There has always been a racial element to this narrative of uncontrolled crime. The NRA has used the fear of black and brown criminals to fuel gun purchases by white American who really don’t need them.
You heard me. The vast majority don’t need a gun. There are exceptions of course, but the average American…nope. Of all the people you know with guns…how many have actually ever used one effectively to protect themselves? I would gather very few. Again, statistics point out how very rare that is. Most folks never shoot their guns anywhere other than a range. So you have this hugely dangerous deadly tool your never going to use that makes you and your household inherently less safe.


For example;
People who report “firearm access” are at twice the risk of homicide and more than three times the risk of suicide compared to those who do not own or have access to firearms.
The vast majority of accidental firearm deaths among children are related to child access to firearms — either self-inflicted or at the hands of another child.
More than 75 percent of first and second graders know where their parents keep their firearms and 36 percent admitted handling the weapons, contradicting their parents’ reports
Fun for the whole family. Guns in your home do not make you safer. Study after study after study proves this out yet we still cling to the idea that they do. Because the NRA and it’s proponents have sold you that lie…as they sell you the guns that reinforce it. We have vastly more guns and more gun deaths than any other country in the world. The makers of guns have created a mythos and entire culture around their products that keeps you buying them. Y’all are being played.
** Opinions are mine and I’m not going to argue about this shit. You can think I’m wrong and I can think you’re a crazy gun nut. MURICA!
Author: thecrankybuddhist
Racial Profiling
Racial Profiling, it’s not just for cops anymore! Well, it’s never just been theirs ever really. I’m a retail manager and have been for 25+ years. I’m going to be really really honest here. We racially profile customers ALL THE TIME. Yes, we make assumptions about every person based on what they look like. Anyone who says they haven’t is a fucking liar. I try very very hard to be mindful now, but in the past, I’ve made snap decisions about people in my store.
Think about it retail peeps. How many times has a manager told you to watch someone because they look “shifty”? How many times have you thought someone looked suspicious and reported it to someone? A few years ago I started paying attention to the circumstances around this and I noticed some things. We would send out “security alerts” which would highlight suspicious activity or fraud/shoplifting attempts. I started to notice that the descriptions had some similarities. Easily 70-90% of subjects were African American or Hispanic. Those numbers seemed a bit off to me. I asked about it and was flatly told that they are the people who are caught so, well, that’s that.
The implication being that minorities were most likely to attempt to commit or commit crimes so they were caught more. Before, you start to argue…I know cops who say the same thing. Let us be honest, when people question why there are more African Americans in prison based on their population the answer is…they commit more crimes. Stop and think about that for a second. The assumption that they are just inherently more criminal than everyone else. It’s prevalent and deeply held belief by a lot of people.
I think that’s a bullshit argument. In fact, I know it’s a bullshit argument. How? Because I’ve seen why it is. I started to pay attention to who we were “watching” in the store. I became very aware of who we were judging as being someone who was up to no good. Who were we following? Who did we feel needed “extra customer service’? Black people, that’s who. Everyone was at attention if an African American or heaven forbid a group came into the store. You would stop what you were doing to make sure they knew you were watching them. Every person in that store knows they’re there and is suddenly busy near them. Do not think for a second that people complaining about “shopping while black” treatment are exaggerating. They are absolutely not.
Meanwhile, we’re not watching the people who are really shoplifting. One time I was a computer on the sales floor but off of the aisle. I was paged to the front and happened to have a woman pass by me and walk a few steps ahead of me towards the front. She was a white lady very well dressed…business women type. She was carrying a $300 set of sheets, I walked behind her all the way up and saw her walk right by the registers and right out the door. Not only did no one stop her…no one noticed her. She walked right out the door with $300 like she was a fucking ghost. I could not believe it. Not that she was stealing but that no one paid any attention to her.
No one paid her any attention because she wasn’t what we’ve been trained to believe a thief looks like. She wasn’t what we think a shoplifter is. That made her invisible. That was a fucking revelation. I realized that our security alerts were full of minorities because that’s who we were watching. Of course, we’re going to catch them doing more, we watch them so much more closely. For every security alert, we sent with a suspicious brown or black person on it how many other people just walked without us even seeing? Now, look bigger. How many people are in prison because police “watch them more carefully”? The expectation of criminality is different depending on the person’s race. So, yes we racially profile in retail. Every store does even if they have policies against it. It’s bullshit and it’s wrong. I do my best to change the culture from inside, but we’re just small part of a bigger problem.
Life Is Short
Such a cliche’! How many times do we hear this or utter it? Usually when we’re giving ourselves an excuse to do something not so good for us. Ice cream?? Sure, life is short! Another beer? Life is short. The phrase exhorts us to seize the moment and enjoy as time is finite and your time for beer may be shorter than you think. Besides using it as an excuse to imbibe when do we really think about it?
We come to the very real and sobering realization of how tenuous our time is when one of two things happen. Our most brutal and visceral knowledge we gain when we lose someone we love. Nothing leaves you wishing for more time and aware of how little there is than someone close to you dying. Most of us don’t spend the time we have with our families thinking of their ultimate demises. We push it away as morbid if and when we do. Sometimes, we’re lucky enough to be saying goodbye to someone who’s lived a long life, but more often than not, it’s a life cut short. This is when the actual reality of how little time we have settles in. The absence of time…moments we could have spent together now lost makes that real.
The other is when you, yourself are faced with your own mortality. Many of us have had brushes with death. Car accident survived, a cancer scare, other medical emergencies…events like this stop you in your tracks. Nothing, and I mean, nothing will make you reevaluate your life like death. I’m sure there are some people who walk away from the experience and just say. “whew, lucky me!” and go on like nothing happened. Most people I’ve talked to have come away from the experience profoundly changed. I know I was.
I had a blood clot in my leg that broke apart and a part of it moved into my heart. My heart stopped for a few seconds before the clots broke up and settled into my lungs. Don’t believe the “slight pressure in your chest” bullshit about heart attacks. It literally felt like a horse kicked me in the center of my chest. So, I am a very very lucky woman. My heart could have been clogged to badly and never had started again. My lungs could have been compromised to the point I stopped breathing. ( I was barely able to breathe as it was) The clots in my lungs could have traveled to my brain and I could have had a stroke. I spent a few days in the hospital and have been recovering from the experience ever since. Physically, I’m doing quite well. In every other way, emotionally, spiritually, you name it, I’ve been changed.
Life is so very short. Think about that. Think about how few minutes you really have. Most of you are close to my age, but whatever your age take a realistic look at how many years you may have left. How many days. And realize, that’s the best-case scenario. None of us are guaranteed a single second more. Now, look at your life. Take stock and see what’s important to you…who’s important to you. Take a discerning look at what brings you joy and what brings you pain. How do you want to spend your precious remaining time? Life is short. What are you going to do about that?
I’m Sick And I Hate It…
I’m not very good at being sick. I know, what’s to be good at? Like everything else in life, there are all kinds of behaviors and actions around being ill that we learn. If you’ve dated more than a few people think about how different they are at being sick. Everyone has a way of being when they’re not feeling well that they’ve learned from their caregivers over the years. I act differently then you do. Some people are more accepting of being sick or uncomfortable. I am not one of those people.
For the most part, I want it over with quickly and I don’t want to talk about it. I didn’t have a doting make you soup hold your hand kind of Mom. Being sick was an inconvenience for her and you knew and felt that. You’d better be really sick too, she could see through a fake illness with laser beam precision. Unless you were ejecting fluids or shooting out arterial blood, your ass was going to school too. Taking care of your whiny ass was not at the top of her list of things to do. You didn’t get any sympathy in my house if you were sick.
So, I’m a quiet cootie carrier. I try not to make a big deal out of it, make my own damn soup and get through it quickly. I’ve never really ever had anyone take care of me when I’ve been sick. I’m not sure what that’s like, how do you act? My assumption is that anyone who would do that would be resentful about it. I can’t imagine someone just being present for me with only love and care. Wow, look at my baggage…how do I drag that around everywhere??
I live alone so right now I’m just going to be sick as I am. Maybe someday I’ll have someone to take care of me when I’m sick and I’ll happily do the same for them. People say to set your intentions for things you want. I may never have someone in my life to care for me when I’m sick. I would like to see what that’s like though. I want someone to love me enough to do that. I want to trust someone enough to not see ulterior motives or resentment on their part. I want to be sick and hate it for the experience instead of the history attached to it. That’s my intention.
Fitness
I started back to the gym. I’d left off for a bit when I started my new (horrible) job. My schedule is brutal and it was hard to find the time. I bought an exercise bike and some weights for home and I’ve dragged my ass to the gym too. Even with my pretty strict ketogenic (awful…kill me) diet, I’d hit a bit of a plateau and I was just maintaining my weight. So I’m working out again. Yay.
I may have mentioned I’m lazy, like really lazy. Once I sit down after work it’s really hard to make myself go out again. Add to that I don’t really like people. I mean they’re okay but I work in retail. I see enough people every damn day that all I really want is to be away from them. It’s weird…I love humanity but individual people…ehhhhh. Maybe it’s because I deal with people when they’re generally disappointed and angry that I’m ambivalent about them. So it’s hard to go outside, that’s where the people are.
But I’ve managed to get to the gym twice this week and I worked out at home once as well. Get back on that horse! I’m in far better shape than I was before my heart attack/blood clot/veins tried to kill me thing but I have work to do. I’m a big fat fatty. People hate it when I say that. “Oh no, you’re not! Don’t say that! You’re just big.” Uhhh yeah, big and fat. The thing is I’m not disparaging myself, it’s a fact. I’m not judging myself. I’m not a bad person because I’m overweight. I’m wonderful and chicks dig me. I’m not trying to lose weight to look better. I’m damn cute as I am right now. Remember, you have to watch out for the cute ones.
I want to be healthier, that’s all. Almost dying has a way of getting your attention. Being really sick does too. I was barely able to take care of myself. I was very very sick and I live alone. Chronic illness is not something I want in my life. That was a really huge wake-up call. I need to get healthier to minimize the risk of that sort of thing happening again. I know, I’m getting older shit’s going to happen. Knowing that it really makes it so much more important that I work on this. I’m in the best shape right now of my adult life, and I hope that just keeps improving.
I Don’t Wanna Write!
I read somewhere that the best advice you can get as a writer is to write every day. Why that sounds like wonderful advice! I’m trying to improve my rusty as fuck writing skills so this advice is especially cogent to me. That’s why I put out this fabulous blog no one reads. Well, about 3 of you do on average. I’m trying to be more comfortable and confident in my writing skills as college was a loooong time ago. I haven’t really written much except stupid work stuff in years. So writing every day is important. Problem is I don’t want to. Not today anyway.
No reason. Well, maybe. I don’t know. I don’t usually lack for an opinion or something to say. Sometimes it’s just not that important to say it. I’m also a lazy fucker. I’m trying not to attach too much of a value judgment on that. I think like a lot of people sticking to goals that are long-term or ambiguous is difficult. I’m very much a here and now person (dammit Buddhism!) so this is a recurring issue for me. It’s also tied to a certain lack of self-esteem that runs in my family.
Now, if asked I think some of us would deny that. But for a few exceptions, we’re all underachievers. Laziness is sometimes the child of hopelessness. I have some of the smartest people I know in my family. Witty and charming and possessing knowledge that is simply amazing. ( Ask my Dad any historical question) There isn’t a single one of us that couldn’t have been a lawyer or a doctor…whatever. None of us are. Education wasn’t seen as all that important. I don’t remember my parents ever really driving us to do homework. I mean, don’t get me wrong, they were really proud when I went to college but it wasn’t a huge deal.We weren’t expected to excel. I’m still not sure why that was, or where that came from.
It’s not like we’re rag pickers. I’ve been in retail management for 25+ years. My siblings both work and my Dad was a nurse. Our underachievement is in direct proportion to what we could have been. I didn’t finish college. I had to pay for it myself so I was on the 7-year plan. It’s so stupid, but I dropped out my senior year to work full time. I was just so very tired of not having money and working so hard for something that I felt was never going to happen. Maybe a stronger person would have gutted it out, but that’s not me. Correction, that wasn’t me. I have no doubt that I would make a different decision if I had to make it now.
That’s why I’m writing again, well, one of the reasons. I’m planning on going back to school. I’ve been accepted and a remarkable number of my credits transferred. I just have to wait a few months for my employer’s tuition reimbursement to kick in so I can get help paying for it. So, I’m practicing. I’m trying to write every day, even if only 3 people read it. I’m never going to be a professional writer. I just want to be able to write well enough to get by in school without too much trouble. I have no idea what I’m going to do with a degree or if I’ll go on and do more. Who knows? I may write just about every day but I’m still too lazy to make plans. 🙂
Word To Your Mother
Looks like a good Turnout for the Women’s Marches yesterday. I applaud the aims and goals. I saw some of the speeches online and a few were fantastic. If you haven’t already check out Halsey’s poem and Octavia Spencer’s speech. Both are stellar. I heard many commentators saying that the overall turnout bodes well for the midterm elections. Well, while that’s hopefully true there’s a possible fly in the ointment. It’s the same fly that bit us in the ass during the last election. White women.
There’s been a lot made of the 53% of white women who voted for Trump. However, among non-college educated women, it was a whopping 62%. The majority of working class white women voted for a candidate who had a decidedly anti-woman agenda. There is no doubt multiple reasons why, some based on fear, some in misinformation. Most working class women I spoke to, and it was quite a few, said they just didn’t care for Hillary. When I asked them why they couldn’t really give me a specific reason. It was usually just a parroting of Fox news talking points.
There was one occasion where I and a co-worker had a serious nonconfrontational political discussion. There were a lot of facts she just hadn’t heard yet. Everyone else she knew has bought into the Right’s skewed facts so all she heard was anti-Clinton propaganda. After we spoke, she had gone home and done her own research online. She came back and whispered to me a few days later. “I’m not voting for Trump. Hillary’s a better candidate” This was not a popular opinion in the town we live in, Trump won here with almost 80% of the vote hence the whispered aside. Once presented with verifiable facts, she made up her own mind.
Now, none of us may have voted for Trump. Given the staggering numbers, someone we know did. In years past who someone voted for really wasn’t an issue for me. Politics were separate from life and family, no big deal. If you’re a woman, LGBT, a person of color, disabled…hell anything but a straight white man, who you vote for can have really dire consequences. With the stakes so high, we need to start talking to each other. We need to start talking to other women. I’m not sure many are aware of how their votes affected people at risk. Families will have to choose between healthcare and food. Millions of children with life-threatening medical conditions have no health insurance right this second. Their vote has very serious real-world ramifications for others. We need to make this clear.
So talk to your mother. Have a chat with your sister, your cousins, friends…anyone at risk for voting Republican. Let them know that they are affecting the lives of other women and children. Not just “affecting” but causing real harm. We have a chance to effect some positive change in the coming months. Do what you can to show the people you love, and who love you how much good they can do.
We Have Work To Do
White ladies, for the most part, are marching again today. That’s a good thing. I’m in favor of any anti-Trump show of solidarity. I think anyone who reads my blog (all 3 of you!) know how I feel about our pornstar diddler in chief. I hope there are millions of people out demonstrating and I’m looking forward to seeing the footage and reading the signs. So, I’m not against the Woman’s March but I’m obviously not taking part. I’m sure you’re thinking, “why CB you’re a hip liberal lady who’s all about social justice…why not march?” About that.
A yearly march is good. I would be more pleased if some real concrete action came from it. We’re in the exact, no worse, position as a nation as we were last year. All these millions of people demonstrating and not a damn thing changed…why is that? Well, because demonstrating is just going for a walk unless it’s followed by actual activism. I think maybe some folks thought that all those people protesting would be the change. That’s kind of naive, it takes really hard work by real people to change society. The people in power aren’t going to change their agenda because a few hundred thousand women took a stroll in pink hats. You can’t just show up once a year, the pressure needs to be constant.
One very glaring thing if you look at the crowds for these Women’s marches is the racial makeup. It’s predominantly white women. Sure, there are a few women of color but it’s really a sea of white. This is even truer this year as many WOC are not marching. In fact, some are even calling for boycotts. Wait! What the… Aren’t we all women? Don’t we share in the struggle? Sure we do. But we do not share in the struggle equally. All the things that people are marching against…harassment, the wage gap, lack of healthcare affect Women of Color disproportionately. So, yes we all have these issues in common. White women started marching when these things started to more obviously affect them too under Trump. None of these issues are new, just the white lady response to them. However, the problem is that when it comes to things that mainly affect minority women, like police brutality, white women are silent. How many white women do you see at Black Lives matters marches?
So, march if it makes you feel better. I would also suggest a few other things that can help foment real change. Most are simple and will only take you a small amount of time. Sign petitions. I know…easy. Write letters or call your elected representatives both local and federal. It’s amazing how effective phone call campaigns and the court of public opinion is. Corporate America may own the politicians, but YOU elect them. Go to town hall meetings with your elected officials and give them Hell. Boo their asses. They hate it, and you’ll feel better! Vote. Only about 60% of registered voters even bothered to go to the polls the last election. That’s pretty sad, but consider how fewer there are for nonpresidential and local elections.
Now this one no everyone can do, but most of us can. Give money to activist groups who are actually doing the work. I’m not talking a million dollars. I give maybe $30-50 dollars a month. If there’s a local candidate you support, send them some cash. Just be sure to give it directly to them and not the political party as they may not get it. Money is, unfortunately, the most effective way to create change in our society. The problem lies with the party that is the least likely to help people, gets the most money. There’s a reason why billionaires got a tax cut. So, give as much as you can, as often as you can. I’ve added a couple of links at the bottom to help get you started.
So by all means march. But don’t lose sight of the fact that we have to work. Listen to voices that aren’t your own. There are activist groups that have been fighting the good fight long before Trump came to power. Channel some of that energy for change into groups that already working towards that goal. There are tons of Progressive groups out there. Get involved! You have to do more than march.
https://www.plannedparenthood.org/
Things I’ve Learned About Heterosexuals
Well, this whole Aziz Ansari thing has certainly been an eye-opener for me. Let’s get one thing out of the way to start. I have never dated men. Yeah, I’ve made out with a couple while drunk but never been on dates or anything like that. I’m just not heterosexual, not that there’s anything wrong with that. So, I’ve watched this whole situation from a real outsiders perspective. Let me tell you, it’s been a revelation.
The young lady who went out on a date with Ansari chronicled their evening. It seems the entirety of the date was a constant push-pull between them. He initiating and escalating sexual behavior while she tried to cool things off. He seemed to either not be reading her verbal and nonverbal cues or not caring. It was uncomfortable to read. I haven’t ever been in a situation like that. I at first read it as, well, that’s a fucking bad date but no big deal.
Until I started reading what other women who date men had to say. This pushy and coercive sexual behavior is really really common. It’s not exactly assaulting in the legal sense, but it’s skeevy as shit. Not wanting sex doesn’t compute. If they want to, you should! No means maybe. Let’s just chill means keep trying. Unless you roll up a newspaper and smack them on the head and use a firm NO it doesn’t count. Even then, quite a few men will keep trying.
I don’t get this. Let’s forget about consent for a second and talk about desire. Why would you want to have sex with someone who doesn’t want to? If someone doesn’t want you…isn’t that a turn-off? It is for me. Sex is a mutual thing…two people (mostly, more if you’re adventurous)) engage in it. It’s like the woman is only there to service the guy’s needs. They do know women like sex too, right? Straight/bi ladies…Y’all need to be telling them this. It was really kind of sad to read about women who have sex with their partners who don’t want to. “I’ll just lay there and let him so he’ll stop bugging me about it” “It’s easier to just let him than get in a fight.” That is just so heartbreaking. How the fuck can men do that to women they supposedly love? Buy a fucking Fleshlight if that’s all that matters to you.
Unfortunately, this has led to men thinking they have a right to sex. That they have a right to your body. It’s all about winning the prize. I’m the first to admit that I do not understand this. I don’t get how someone can discount someone’s feelings just to get what they want. I don’t understand why someone would want to fuck someone who’s not into it. Why don’t men see how dehumanizing that is? I surely know that the male/female sexual dynamic is alien to me. I do know, however, that consent and coercion are subjects not enough men and women talk about. So, ladies…talk to your gents about this stuff. Oh, and next time they want you to play slap and tickle when you’re not in the mood…give them some lotion and Kleenex. They won’t die.
So Very Unpopular!
More bad opinions. Don’t worry about arguing or talking me out of them. They’re mine and I love them. They’re my babies.
Star Wars Movies Are Universally Awful
The first six of them anyway. I have tried to watch them. I really have but they’re terrible. The first three were just garden-variety shitty. The ones with Liam Neeson were only slightly better made but the story was just as awful. They are so so bad where to even begin. The first ones with Luke and Laura (Leia, I know I know) were just so poorly edited. Supposedly they were going for a Saturday matinee serial feel but it just made it feel choppy and disjointed to me. The acting on a whole was stilted and amateur. Plus, the kid playing NSync Vader in the movies with Black Swan was the worst actor ever. Worst actor ever.
Oh and one more thing. Jar Jar Binks. Someone thought that that character was cute and an excellent addition to the SW pantheon of aliens. That person was on huge doses of ecstasy for the creation of that thing. Nothing but drugs can explain that away. There was nothing not teeth-gratingly annoying about him. What were they thinking? Oh yeah, drugs. Lots and lots of drugs.
Baseball Sucks
Slowly losing the will to live? Need that little nudge off the ledge? Watch a fucking baseball game. Er mer gerd. There is nothing more boring than baseball. Let’s watch a game where every single step is excruciatingly slow and dull. Oo oo, let’s make each game last about 6.34 hours too! We’ll sit in these horribly uncomfortable chairs for hours and maybe, just maybe something exciting will happen. No, it’s just guys spitting and grabbing their dicks every 2 seconds. As your spine begins to calcify and your muscles atrophy, you wait for a big play to make it all worthwhile. It’s not going to happen. It’s never going to happen.
The Satanic Majesties who control baseball couldn’t just let it squeak by being boring as fuck. They had to come up with a way to make it worse, But how? How? They put their horned noggins together and came up with an infernal plan. They made each baseball season 311 games and 9 months long. Baseball season never ends. It’s literally snowing at the beginning and end of the fucking season. The only time they’re not playing fucking baseball is in the bleakest midwinter when even a boring diversion would be welcome. No, baseball has got to ruin the best times of the year with its boring bullshit. Fuck baseball.
I Don’t Want To Pet Your Dog
Yes, I’m very sure he’s a nice dog. Oh, he doesn’t bite? That’s great, yeah. No, no…I’m sure he’s a very good boy. Yes, very cute. Labrawhat? Ohhh…Labradoodle. Uh huh. No, that’s okay. I’m good. Yeah, sure I like dogs. No, I’m not afraid of dogs. I just don’t want to pet…oh great, he’s a jumper I see. Super drooly too. Umm…I got to go now and wash my hands. Yeah, thanks. Cute dog…
I like dogs. Dogs are cute. All dogs are good boys/girls some just have bad humans. I’m a fan of them. I think most people become better versions of themselves when they have a dog. I’m go for Team Dog. That being said I’m not obligated to pet your dog. I don’t want to pet every dog. I am discriminating in my canine interactions. Sometimes I’m just not in the mood. Sometimes the dog is just dirty or stinky and I’d rather not. It’s nothing personal. I still like your doggo even if I don’t pet it. It’s not a personal affront if I choose not to. I’m not here for nonconsensual pet interactions. He’s still a good boy though.
The Cranky Buddhist 