I’m not really a political person. I don’t get warm and fuzzy with labels like “conservative” or “liberal” because I really think it’s too difficult (in some cases) to be strictly one or the other. I’m very socially liberal, I’m very fiscally conservative. Imagine that hell, you know?
So today, someone called me a fascist because I said that West Virginia was a socialist state.
Because Dean asked, here’s the definition:
“A form of political behavior marked by obsessive preoccupation with community decline, humiliation or victimhood and by compensatory cults of unity, energy and purity, in which a mass-based party of committed nationalist militants, working in uneasy but effective collaboration with traditional elites, abandons democratic liberties and pursues with redemptive violence and without ethical or legal restraints goals of internal cleansing and external expansion.” [Robert O. Paxton, “The Anatomy of Fascism,” 2004]
I think that’s a bit extreme. Especially for someone who’s against the war! A nationalist militant, I’m not.
Anyway, I was told I’m smoking crack if I think West Virginia’s a socialist state. But that’s not the overriding theme … This person said that all he wanted was socialized health care and for everybody to have an equal chance.
“Everybody to have an equal chance.”
It’s beautiful in theory, isn’t it? Here’s where I have to dive into the cold reality surrounding everybody.
Life. Is not. Fair.
No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, it’s absolutely impossible for everybody to have an equal chance.
So, in that vein, I said, “I’m not a fascist. I just think we’re breeding a nation of pussies. It’s why I can’t stand most millennials.”
“We’re breeding a nation of self-absorbed greedy people that started in Texas and has worked its way north.”
It all goes back to Texas, doesn’t it?
I said that I thought there was a generation of people who were born thinking they’re important. His response?
“This from a person with her own radio show.”
… Really? That’s all you’ve got?
Nevermind that I do it for fun. As a release. As someone who really couldn’t care less if anybody listened. Hell, we probably have six listeners anyway. And that’s OK. It’s a great time on Sunday nights to throw back and laugh a little with each other. I’m not under any delusions that having a radio show (or a blog, for that matter) makes me any cooler than the next guy. It’s just me.
But it did get me thinking … Am I a fascist? If you think I’m a fascist, that’s cool. I just want to make sure so I can properly label myself when I go to complete my state of Maryland voter registration.