Texas is a right mess.
Today we returned from a short overnight trip to Palestine, Texas, and sadly, what always stands out is not the mostly pleasant experiences of our lives, but the rudeness of a bully or two. (Note: don't mess with a writer: we do tend to talk.)
Unfortunately, a certain Texan just couldn't handle our freedom in wearing masks and had the arrogance to say loudly to friends, within potential earshot of my children, that we shouldn't be wearing masks.
{I'm sorry, I was told this was a free country? I guess, Texas, I was sadly mistaken then.}
It's this unmitigated gall of thinking themselves the judge of everybody else that has irked me to no end, living here in Texas. There are just too many awful people here, and it's a choice. The narcissism is galling, and it cannot be safely challenged in person, because these are not people capable of reflection, only taking offense at other people's freedom. And their standards aren't based on right and wrong, just their warped concept of freedom.
Oh well. I'll keep wearing my mask, hating violence and evil, and judging right and wrong by objective moral standards, choosing wiser people to spend my time with than just jerks.
Texas is a real mess. And it's not everyone, but nice Texans don't disassociate themselves with nasty enough.
They really should.
Texan culture is the nastiest I've ever lived in. Wouldn't miss it.
And what a shame.
It makes complete sense that 25 Texans Invaded Washington, D.C. and tried to mess US up.
Glad to be an American.
Glad to be free.
Peace.
The values of a culture, matter. Right matters. Right and wrong don't change. Free to love.
Americans, live free.
{And if you don't like what I have to say about you, Texans, do better. Call it all out. Cut the narcissistic crap. Y'all are not all that. And good on the Texas Monthly for writing about the character deficiency in their own culture.}
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