Do NOT Press Happy Fun Doug's Buttons.
Mar. 15th, 2007 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Especially when he is tired and hungry.
Getting back into the swing of things at work has been difficult, and a 9.5 hour day Tuesday didn't help.) So I've been coming home tired and cranky. The first warm-spell isn't really helping matters with my walk to the light rail going from pleasant to sweat-producing (note to self: get bike into the shop for spring tune-up and puncture-resistant tubes.)
Today was no different. Got on the train home, found a seat on one of the benches, opened my book and started to read. This is a three seat bench, and there was an older woman at the other end of the bench. A stop or two later, a young Africa-American woman got on, looked around, apparently decided that sitting next to someone was unacceptable.
"You know, a gentleman would offer his seat to a lady."
Realizing she was talking to me, I looked up from my book.
"Do you have the right to vote?" I asked.
"Huh?" was the reply.
"The vote. Your franchise. Do you have the ability to secure credit under your own name? Can you, if you wish, apply to be a firefighter or police officer? Do you have a legal identity that is not attached to your husband or father? Are you judged on merit, rather than gender, at your place of work? In short, do you enjoy all the rights and privileges of a US citizen regardless of your gender?"
I waited for an answer.
"Well, yeah..."
I cut her off.
"Congratulations, the dream of Susan B. Anthony has come true! We're equals. Which means my ass stays in this seat and you can either take the empty seat next to me or stand. Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn either way."
I went back to my book.
"But I'm black!"
Without looking up. "I'm Irish. Nobody beats us at racial or national hardships."
(What I almost said was "So, you need directions to the back of the car then?")
A stop or two later, she sat down.
Her first mistake was assuming I was a gentleman.
Getting back into the swing of things at work has been difficult, and a 9.5 hour day Tuesday didn't help.) So I've been coming home tired and cranky. The first warm-spell isn't really helping matters with my walk to the light rail going from pleasant to sweat-producing (note to self: get bike into the shop for spring tune-up and puncture-resistant tubes.)
Today was no different. Got on the train home, found a seat on one of the benches, opened my book and started to read. This is a three seat bench, and there was an older woman at the other end of the bench. A stop or two later, a young Africa-American woman got on, looked around, apparently decided that sitting next to someone was unacceptable.
"You know, a gentleman would offer his seat to a lady."
Realizing she was talking to me, I looked up from my book.
"Do you have the right to vote?" I asked.
"Huh?" was the reply.
"The vote. Your franchise. Do you have the ability to secure credit under your own name? Can you, if you wish, apply to be a firefighter or police officer? Do you have a legal identity that is not attached to your husband or father? Are you judged on merit, rather than gender, at your place of work? In short, do you enjoy all the rights and privileges of a US citizen regardless of your gender?"
I waited for an answer.
"Well, yeah..."
I cut her off.
"Congratulations, the dream of Susan B. Anthony has come true! We're equals. Which means my ass stays in this seat and you can either take the empty seat next to me or stand. Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn either way."
I went back to my book.
"But I'm black!"
Without looking up. "I'm Irish. Nobody beats us at racial or national hardships."
(What I almost said was "So, you need directions to the back of the car then?")
A stop or two later, she sat down.
Her first mistake was assuming I was a gentleman.
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Date: 16 Mar 2007 02:08 (UTC)And I'm Jewish married to an Irishman, so I'm Jewish and Irish. Beat you! :P
Hope you finish getting better soon.
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Date: 16 Mar 2007 08:18 (UTC)Personally
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Date: 16 Mar 2007 02:30 (UTC)Bah. I'm Jewish. We got millennia on you.
Oh, and you rock most rockily.
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Date: 16 Mar 2007 02:49 (UTC)I so needed to read that....you have no idea...thank you for the smile. :)
Oh, and for making me spray my drink out my nose. ;)
That was the AWSEOME-EST!!!!
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Date: 16 Mar 2007 02:55 (UTC)"Martin Luther King's too! Hallelujah!"
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Date: 16 Mar 2007 03:15 (UTC)Rock on, man.
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Date: 9 Apr 2007 18:41 (UTC)I completely missed that part of history class where the Irish were made to work in fields as slaves and beaten and whipped, considered animals rather than human beings. And yeah, being dragged away from your potatos and peat house by those portuguese bastards to work the plantations in chains, sold like property, must have been nasty. I really thought my history teacher was thourough too, I'm dissapointed.
Go die, horribly and miserably, you worthless piece of shit. Then again what am I supposed to expect from faux Irish?
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Date: 10 Apr 2007 00:42 (UTC)Yes you did completely miss that part of history. Perhaps you were too busy trying to remember when your last period was? Anyway, The English invaded Ireland for the first time in 1171. Henry II merrily killed tribal chieftains, enslaved Irishmen and women, and burned what he couldn't steal. Over the next few centuries, our culture was systematically hunted down, our old ways outlawed, and British lords bound Irish peasants to the land. The price of trying to escape was death by disembowelment. It wasn't until the 20th Century that Ireland was allowed to rule itself.
Oh, the potatoes? Your ignorance again. Potatoes were the only crop British lords allowed the Irish to grow, crowding out grain and grazing lands. When the potato blight hit, tens of thousand of Irish starved. Know what our lovely English masters did? Had thousands turned out for not paying their rents.
Faux Irish? Pog Mo Thoin, Cailleach!
Gave kook history lesson
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Date: 10 Apr 2007 01:42 (UTC)"Indentured servitude is not identical with involuntary servitude and slavery. However, the system of power it created was often an opening for physical, sexual, and verbal abuse, as well as legal abuses of contract. In these circumstances, the system can represent a form of unfree labour, For example, indentured servants may be forced to purchase goods or services from the employer in exchange for an extension to the period of their indenture, which could thereby continue indefinitely. In other cases, indentured servants were subject to violence at the hands of their employers in the homes or fields in which they worked." (Wikipedia entry for Indendured Servants)
And my suggestion--don't talk to an Australian about what England did to them, either....
"Pog Mo Thoin, Cailleach", by the way, loosely translates to kiss my ass, bitch. Just so you don't have to look that up either.
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Date: 10 Apr 2007 02:06 (UTC)And he doesn't have to plagiarize George Carlin's 7-words routine either to be funny or to insult those he deems deserving of it.
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Date: 11 Apr 2007 11:30 (UTC)I do thank you for not making the back of the car remark however ;)
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Date: 12 Apr 2007 00:09 (UTC)Conclusion; you win the internet.
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Date: 12 Apr 2007 06:42 (UTC)I am a lady and sometimes men give up their seats for me. But I give up my seat for any elderly person, male or female... because that's what a lady does.
And in any case THERE WAS ALREADY A SEAT AVAILABLE. That alone makes her seem nuts, the rest is just gravy :)
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Date: 9 May 2007 05:25 (UTC)(What I almost said was "So, you need directions to the back of the car then?") - My favorite line