Dr. C urges me to “stop it!”:
For a while, I followed your columns and your blog. You seem to be reasonably intelligent and have some depth of insight into a number of subjects. However, that does not give you the right to make slurs like today’s WND column.
For the record I am a caucasion Christian and I think of black people as Americans – not African Americans. While the statistics of abortions may make your point, your manner is reprehensible.
I do not plan to read any more of your columns or revisit your blog because I am tired of all the junk about women libbers and blacks. What is needed is more talk about what is right – not what is wrong.
I laughed when I read this, only because it reminded me of the look that puzzled, culturally-sensitive Caucasians would give some of my black teammates when gently requested not to call them “African-Americans”. Typical conversation:
“Look, I’m black. Just call me black. It’s okay.”
“But we’re supposed to say African-American!”
“I’m from Kenya, I’m not American.”
Of course, they couldn’t simply be called African either, at least not the guys from England and the British Virgin Islands. I do so love the inevitable conundrums in which the politically-correct invariably place themselves.
The doctor’s displeasure with regards to my presumed negativity is somewhat mystifying, however, as I have always been free with positive advice as to what to do. Follow the Constitution. Use a gold standard. Declare war before fighting it. Stay single if you’re a young man who is not a Christian. Homeschool. Drink good red wine. Fight one-front wars, and one enemy at a time. Humble yourself before God and Jesus Christ. Learn the law. Think for yourself. Live free.
Of course, few ever listen, but that’s fine. In my personal experience, so many people have asked for my advice and then refused to follow it that I have begun to regard the whole ritual as a sort of Kabuki play and content myself with merely observing the results while remaining emotionally detached. That detachment has, rather obviously, inevitably carried over to this blog.
As for my manner, it is what it is. If you don’t like it, go pick up a mainstream newspaper. You can find nice vanilla pablum that goes out of its way to avoid offending anyone there which should prove more palatable to your tastes.