Hey folks,
I was recently called a, White Supremacist. This happened when I spoke my views at a local pub. For any of you who've read my blog before: you know where I stand. I'm a small government minded, meritocracy loving, ex-vegan communist.
When this gentleman called me this, my knee jerk response was to punch him in his hedge fund nose. Once that feeling subsided, I chuckled. Our conversation went something like this:
"Hey, man! I haven't seen yah in a while?" The dude said.
"Hey, broski. Yeah, I've been working a lot." I responded.
I had a seat next to him, and ordered a Notch beer. He was chugging away on Guinness, and I couldn't be sure of how many he had had. He ordered a burger, and we sat side by side. We had a conversation a couple months back where we discussed politics (I know that's typically a big mistake in a bar). He was rattled by my ideas, but conceded that I had read a lot. He seemed to understand that my views were ones of an intelligent anarchist. We shook hands, and that was that. So, here we were back at the pub.
"Dude, what's that shirt you're wearing?"
"It's a Jiu-Jitsu shirt." I unzipped my hoodie further, and revealed the t-shirt I received from competing in Tap Out (and getting a gold medal by the way)
"Wow, man! That's great. You do, BJJ. I didn't know that! I do too. What belt are you?" He asked.
"I'm a purple."
"I'm a white belt! I train in Cambridge." He said with glee.
"That's great. I love Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu."
"Me too! What's it like for you to train with Brazilians though?" He asked.
"What do you mean?" I questioned.
"Well, you know. You're politics, bro..."
"I don't understand what you're saying."
"You're kind of a, White Supremacist."
"Pardon me?"
"We had that political talk months back, bro."
"Never did I say anything about skin color, race, or anything of that kind."
"Oh, well my mistake."
"It's a pretty big mistake."
"Well, I take it back. We talked about politics though, and it seemed that you were kind of Alt Right."
The conversation went on from there, and he still held onto the belief that I was a member of a hate mongering political group. I'm a known man here in my small coastal town. I roll Jiu-Jitsu with everybody. I drink beers and booze with everybody. I hit up the same dance floor as everybody regardless of sex, race, religion, or political affiliation.
I know where I stand. I think that's why I chuckled as opposed to punching. You can't get brainwashed people to understand you. I know who I am, where my heart is, and also this bozo was drunk. So, I had to take everything he said with that in mind. An hour and a half later nothing really got solved, but we shook hands. I went on my way. He went on his.
I have a courage mindset. I speak my mind. I hear what others have to say. I weigh these things in my mind, and change accordingly. He may still think I'm a hate mongering White Supremacist, but I know he is a moron that doesn't know what that term really means.
God Bless our free country where everyone can speak their mind, no matter how stupid they may be. I implore you to speak your mind. Express yourself. Be yourself. Be true to yourself. I love this free country, and all the brainwashed rubes who enjoy it's freedoms! God bless, America!