Are you a regular person?

Times are changing, rapidly. For example, I used to think I was just a regular person. I was born white and my best childhood friend was born black. But now (whether we like it or not) we are racist.

Personally, I am a moral conservative on most political issues, but by today’s standard, I’m a fascist. I am heterosexual, which according to some folks, now makes me a homophobe.

I am Baptist (and that black childhood friend I mentioned became a Jew). But now we are labeled infidels.

I believe in guns and support the 2nd Amendment, but that belief system now makes me a member of the vast gun lobby.

I am older than 70, retired, and have a few wrinkles, and some cranky old ways. Today, that makes me a useless old person.

I use my mind to think and analyze, and to reason out solutions. And frankly, I question and doubt most of the main-stream media conclusions of the news. Somehow, that makes me a reactionary.

I am proud of my American heritage (my grandfather was a 5th cousin to John Hancock, the signer of the Declaration of Independence); but today, that makes me a xenophobe.

I value the safety of my family, and I really appreciate the police and our military, but that makes me a right-wing extremist.

I’m a fierce competitor (just ask my golfing buddies). I believe in hard work, fair play, and fair compensation according to the individual’s merits. But today, that makes me an anti-socialist.

I; and most of the folks with whom I went to school, acquired a fairly good education — without a student loan. At graduation, I had only minimal debt. Now, they call people like us underachievers. I believe in National Defense and Homeland Security, which now makes me a militant. Can you help me come to terms with the new me? I’m not sure who I am anymore!

In closing, I would like to thank all my friends for sticking with me through these abrupt, changes in life in America. I just can’t understand what’s happened to me in the last 8-10-years. And to think that all this crap wasn’t enough to deal with now that I don’t know which restroom to use.

Jack Dawsey,