Why Gays Get Special Treatment
I was reading another brilliant editorial by my hero, Dr. Mike Adams. Mike and I would get along. We believe the same things and have a tendency to argue things exactly the same way.
I recently had a debate with another blogger about a range of topics but gay marriage came up. I tried to use the same technique that Adams uses in his editorials, and as usual, the technique failed, even though from a purely objective stance, the logic of the argument is foolproof.
This particular editorial covers the unfair termination of a relationship counselor because her religions beliefs concerning homosexuality rendered her incapable of establishing a proper doctor-patient relationship with a lesbian. Adams used what could technically be described as a “slippery slope” approach in which he suggests that next, counselors who disapprove of binge eating will be summarily fired when they refuse to treat a patient who beligerently declares that they love to eat, are genetically predisposed to binge eat, and have a constitutionally protected right to binge eat.
Defenders of the gay marriage/gay rights crusade immediately cry foul to this line of reasoning, claiming that it’s comparing apples to oranges (”slippery slope”) and this somehow invalidates the argument.
The reason they do so is because of how very obviously stupid it makes the entire thing. Why does a lesbian’s unwillingness to date a man trump a counselor’s unwillingness to counsel a lesbian? Why is one belief system better than the other? Your answer to that question is your rationale for invalidating the substitution of “fat” and “overeating” for “lesbian” and “has sex with women” as “not the same thing.”
You could argue that people who let gay rights get special treatment while ignoring all other rights, such as fat rights, are just too smart for all of those backwards, anti-progressive bible thumpers such as Dr. Adams and recognize a slippery slope for what it is and don’t fall into that trap. However, I think you’ll find that virtually every gay rights activist not only doesn’t understand what you mean when you say “slippery slope” but will also both allow and apply “slippery slope” reasoning to any other argument in which doing so would favor their position.
The truth, I have concluded, is this: people put sex and love on a pedestal, above all other things. They will abandon truth, reason, logic, the good of society, God, and anyone else who might interfere with their choice in who they want to screw. Gay rights activists can’t imagine the horror of homosexuals being deprived of sex and love, and thus are willing to ignore everything in order to support it.
This is why I frequently bring up bestiality and pedophilia instead of overeating and drug use when attempting to argue this point, but even though those arguments attempt to hurdle beyond the barrier to logic and reasoning erected by sex, gay rights supporters will come up with nonsense like age of consent, a rule which is as arbitrary as any other age limit such as drinking, gambling, or voting.
But it doesn’t work. Gay rights supporters are so much more interested in the freedom to screw who and how they want that they refuse to even entertain the idea that some people might be as appalled at the idea of a gay relationship as they are of cannibalism or human sacrifice. They immediately chalk that up to a “bigoted” belief while in the same breath claiming to be open minded, without even considering the legitimacy of those feelings.
This, of course, necessarily requires a libertarian worldview. In order for a gay rights supporter to categorically support the gay’s individual freedom to marry other gays while categorically opposing the majority of society’s opposition to gay marriage, they have to fall back on the “it doesn’t directly affect you so therefore it must be OK” argument. They must then start sliding down the slippery slope of believing that doing drugs like heroin and cocaine is okay because it doesn’t directly harm them – in other words, take an absolute libertarian stance on personal freedom.
Except they don’t do that. I’ve heard people tell me that yes, gays should get married because their doing so does not negatively harm me, but they should not be allowed to chase the dragon on their gay honeymoon. When I suggest that doing so does not harm me (or them), if they are smarter than the average dufus gay rights activist (which doesn’t take much), they might say, “but it harms them! And self harm should be illegal!”
Really? And you know this how? Do you have a crystal ball? Why is your belief that heroin harms a gay married couple more valid than the majority belief that gay marriage itself harms gays (and everyone else?) Because you read some “studies” that say heroin is bad?
My problem with gay rights activists is that they cherry pick which social conventions to be libertarian on and then act baffled, or offended, or down right hostile that the rest of the country doesn’t cherry pick the same conventions. In fact, they act so surprised that they are in the habit of firing their subordinates who disagree. Their libertarian attitude toward gay marriage doesn’t extend to the examples that Dr. Adams discusses concerning something like drug use so they cry “slippery slope! apples and oranges!”
The truth is, it isn’t a slippery slope or apples and oranges, it’s just good, irrefutable reasoning, the belief in which is suspeneded by gay rights activists so they can maintain a worldview that was established by an emotional attachment to the issue, not a rational evaluation of what is probably best for society.
But then again, that’s how it almost always works for everyone, but liberals in particular. Welfare? Who in their right mind could rationally conclude that giving vast numbers of Americans something for nothing would improve their lot in life? Anyone who voted in 1968 and is also alive now should remember how totally wrong they were then. Do we really have to wait 40 years for another entire segment of the American culture to be subjected to another failed social experiment?
Sometimes I wish progressives would learn from the mistakes of the past.
But then I remember that if they did, they would be conservatives.
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“Welfare? Who in their right mind could rationally conclude that giving vast numbers of Americans something for nothing would improve their lot in life?”
Yeah, I don’t see how eating 3 times a day could really help those people.
You complete me.
As soon as you demonstrate that it is not possible to eat 3 times a day without a welfare check, I’ll take you seriously.
I do not receive welfare and I eat 3 times a day. Sometimes 2 times a day. Sometimes even 4 times a day.
In the real world, there are some things that people can’t control. To assume that everyone has the same opportunities that you and I have and that everyone has control of their financial or overall destiny is the epitome of arrogance and naivete.
God forbid you never have a serious illness that your insurance won’t cover in this country- you might actually learn something about humility.
Hey Tim, remember that last post of mine in which you were whining about your $80k debt as an excuse for why you still live with your parents?
I’d ask you if you had control over that destiny. I’m assuming the answer is yes since someone had to sign the papers indebting you to that degree and that someone must have been you.
Four years have come and gone and now you find yourself still living with your parents which I can only assume is a direct result of large student loan payments gobbling up your monthly income.
Were you in control of your financial and overall destiny four years ago?
The answer is yes. Of course you did. The overwhelming majority of people find themselves in the situations they are currently in as a direct result of choices they made.
Let’s not dwell upon the exceptions here, as I’m sure you’ll try – obviously life is a crap shoot and some people are born with serious handicaps that rule out any possibility of living without assistance. Since we’re talking about welfare specifically, those people do not fall under that category. They receive assistance in other forms (”wards of the state”).
It is neither arrogant nor naive to expect able bodied Americans to feed themselves without government help. Do you disagree?
Here’s the thing, Tim. I made choices and I make choices. One choice I make is to ensure that my family and I have top notch health insurance. If what I have doesn’t cover it, then aside from being rather shocked (and annoyed), it wasn’t for lack of trying.
Nevertheless, the last thing I would do in the event that I find myself in a tight spot is immediately look to Uncle Sam to help me. Would I look to my family? If I were desperate, yes. Would I look to a stranger? Maybe. Would I look to some abstract cash cow entity like the U.S. government? I’d rather die.
Listening to you, and other liberals, prattle on about “life circumstances” just sounds like excuses to me. Everything I have, and everything I don’t have, can be chalked up to the choices I did and didn’t make. The same is true for everyone. So when I make a bad choice that puts me in a bad spot, I have only myself to blame.
Life isn’t fair – some hands are always going to be better than others. The people who play their hands as well as they can play them deserve help. The people who fold and walk away from the table, which in my assessment is the vast majority of welfare recipients, don’t deserve shit. Period.
Do you remember the Katrina shots of those retards on top of their roofs waving at helicopters? I bet you saw that and thought something like, “Man, Bush really failed those people! Someone at FEMA should resign!”
I looked at them and thought: “Man, those guys really screwed up. Note to self: listen to hurricane evacuation orders.”
But then again, I do take care of myself and my family. I enjoy it. The fact that I have been so far successful is a great source of pride. I can’t do those things if I sit and whine about my situation and make excuses like, “there are some things that people can’t control.”
None of the things that I can’t control inhibit my ability to feed myself. The chances of such an occurance is orders of magnitude lesser than the proportion of people in this country receiving welfare.
By the way, Tim – if you want to talk about the real world, you might want to start living in it. Your parents’ basement doesn’t count.
At the risk of encouraging your stalking tendencies, allow me to explain my situation.
I never said I had 80,000 of student loan debt. I am lucky enough to have parents that paid for 95 percent my schooling and I only have a very small amount of student loans to pay back. (Notice that I did not work hard and achieve it on my own. I had no control over the financial success of my parents. Because they are wealthy and generous enough to support me, I benefit. If my parents were poor or unwilling to help, I would have had to pay for my tuition on my own.)
The debt I have is because of a medical issue from a few years ago. I was dropped from coverage because I had a condition that my plan did not cover, which forced me to take some time off from school. Because my plan was contingent on my full-time student status, I was dropped. While searching for a replacement plan my appendix burst. Two surgeries and one week later, I had an 83,000 dollar medical bill.
So where did I go wrong?
According to your philosophy, everyone is responsible for everything that happens to them.
Is it my fault for trying to go to school? For having a weak appendix? What did I do wrong to bring this mess on myself?
Suppose the same thing happens to your son or daughter one day. Are you going to call them a useless fag who should have known better or done something to stop it?
One day you will learn (probably the hard way) that there are things in life that you can’t control. We are not Christ. We are not even close.
Until that day, I don’t see how I can have a constructive conversation with you.
From the sequence of events you just described there are a few obvious and glaring mistakes you made which resulted in your current situation. I’ll elucidate them for you since your victimhood is clouding your hindsight. The most obvious one is the fact that you left school before you had a replacement plan in hand. Having been through school myself, I know how universities operate. They’ll give people extraordinary latitude as long as the tuition checks keep coming. If you suddenly developed a debilitating medical condition that your present insurance did not cover, you should have found a plan first and then quit school. I find it highly unlikely that the university wouldn’t have floated you until at least the semester was over – you just stop showing up to class, take the F’s, and prepare your excuse for future employers. Supposing this occurred during the summer, your full time student status is still assured until the university dismisses you (or you withdraw on your own volition). It sounds to me like you decided to withdraw from school without thinking things through.
I would also wonder where your parents were in all of this. Presumably the insurance you had was inherited from a mother or father’s employment. With every employment plan I’ve ever seen with medical benefits, those medical benefits include the ability to ensure any person you file as a tax dependent, who lives in your home. The caveat is that you don’t get a tax break for it unless they fit criteria (spouse, and children under the age of 18 or under 25 and a full time student – they vary from place to place). This means you have to compute the value of the health insurance provided by your company (HR tells you this number) and you have to add it to your W-2 as income. A good health benefit plan will cost anywhere from $7 to $10,0000, which generally adds up to $2-4,000 in extra taxes, on top of the plan cost.
It’s expensive, but it’s not $83,000 worth.
So, you ask me if this same thing happens to my son or daughter? I won’t let it happen, because I’m not a “useless fag” (your words, not mine). I won’t let my children take gambles. I wouldn’t let my fiancee take gambles either. For the brief period between her graduation from university and full time employment with benefits, I made her get health insurance. At no time did her appendix go uncovered.
I know there are plenty of things in life that you can’t control. One of the biggest advantages human beings have is the ability to predict those things and prepare for them – for example, it gets cold in winter, so let’s build a house. You got caught unprepared.
Assuming the facts you described are the facts as they happened and not the facts how you choose to remember them to make yourself feel better, I wouldn’t think that you were stupid per se, more like unlucky.
That being said, my opinion hasn’t changed. You are using these events as an excuse. You’ve let them morph you into a text book example of a leftist with a victim complex. My worldview very rarely includes the expression “why” outside of natural science and debugging. It doesn’t matter why.
I am not interested in hearing explanations. You either succeeded or you failed. Explanations and excuses do nothing but hold you back. They’re a crutch to stand on when you’re not happy with the way something turned out.
Back when I was in college, my first two and a half years were somewhat of a sprint. I didn’t have a stellar GPA but I would take 21 credits and work 20 hours a week and get at least a 3.0. I majored in engineering.
After that, I ran out of steam. From my 5th semester on I could barely pass a class. I just stopped giving a shit. I had something like 105 credits and it took me 3 semesters to scrape 120 out by the skin of my teeth. After my worst sememster (in which I had impressively dropped 2 of the classes and scored a C, D, and an F in the other 3), I started desperately trying to come up with an excuse. “Oh, I’m depressed because I know I have to break up with my girlfriend because she’s turning into a career/status woman with no soul.” Or, “Oh, I’m not a good student.” Or, “I’ve been partying/drinking too much.”
The problem was that there was always a voice in the back of my head that summarily dismissed every single bullshit excuse I could come up with. No matter what I tried, there was always that part of me that was saying, “nah, you were just a lazy bastard. you are way too smart to be failing easy classes. you suck.” Problem is, that was the voice that was telling the truth. I knew it. My excuses stopped working.
At the time, I called this period of my life “extreme depression.” In hindsight, I called this period of my life “growing up.”
I realized that excuses were for the weak and it didn’t matter why I failed, the only thing that mattered were the letters on my transcript. Even if I had the perfect foolproof rationale in my own head for why it happened, the rest of the world would see it as I see your “medical condition” excuse. If that had happened to me, I would have tried to use the same excuse, and the voice in my head would have said, “that will teach you to not have medical insurance. way to go, dumbass.”
Despite the fact that I project an ambiguous level of success on the blog, I have endured many, many misfortunate events. I am not a lucky person. I’ll give you another example. About a week before the closing on my first house (which was 40 miles away from my place of employment), I totalled my car by hitting a curb (yeah… a curb). But it was… it was icey! And I was stressed out! And … blah blah. Guess who decided to cut a few corners and not get any collision insurance on his car? It was an old car, I figured I would pay more in insurance than it was worth.
So right before I had to drop many tens of thousands of dollars at closing, I also now had to buy a car. I could have sat around and cried (or moved back in with my parents) but instead I grit my teeth and took care of it.
The day of the closing, I backed out of my parking space in the apartment lot and clipped my rear bumper on an SUV that had pulled way into the street so the owners could shovel their driveway.
I didn’t make any excuses. I just lied about it and told everyone someone hit me. The older guys saw through it but they let me get away with it.
Even if it’s totally not your fault (e.g., you were struck by lightning), the number of events that fall into the totally blameless category is so small that it doesn’t even show up on the radar when it comes to national policy, and it’s certainly not a reason to adopt a leftist mindset. I curse your appendix, Tim, but I don’t feel the need to give you money. Although you’re not asking for any, think about all those people who do. You actually believe they deserve aid, despite the fact that you don’t expect any and the circumstances that led to your current misfortune (assuming you agree with me that living in your parents’ basement is misfortune) make you much more deserving.
We can’t have a constructive conversation because I don’t give a shit about excuses and you do. This alone will cause us to disagree about virtually everything because you are forgiving and I am not. I don’t forgive myself and, as a result, I don’t forgive other people either. If I listened to my own excuses, I would never get anywhere. I’d probably still be in my parent’s basement working on my novel.