I don’t do guilt. I definitely don’t embrace collective guilt when we should be implementing collective responsibility. Guilt is like bondage. It is a thief… it robs from your life. It doesn’t garner my sympathy, especially because ‘sympathy’ in my dictionary is located between shit and syphilis…

I have more than a wee bit of trouble with people who just refuse to listen. Like in politics, or with bad spouses.

I mean, no one is as deaf as a person who will not listen. As if they don’t believe what I am actually saying unequivocally. You know, they agree while simultaneously not agreeing. Constantly emphasizing with a pointed finger, while repeatedly uttering the equivocation:

“Yeah… but!…”
“Of course… but!…”
“Absolutely… but!…”

It seems I am greatly misunderstood by a bunch politically correct ‘butts’ doing brilliant impersonations of the flatulent asses over-stuffing the first 50 rows of a WWE wrasslin’ match. It’s seems to be the latest fashion.

They’re like the folks in a cemetery. Their mental gerbils died at the wheel. And Helen Keller is their translator. For some reason necromancy comes to mind.

How many times do I have to say:

I don’t do guilt. I gave it up. For Lent. Or was it Passover? Probably for the neighbor’s tattooed wife. For-ever…! I have no guilt about any of my pleasures. I don’t have any gnawing guilt over contributing to any unhappiness suffered by my wives. They were as much to blame as I was. I harbor nothing Freudian, even if my parents did have sex like a hog hollering contest… etc…etc…

I just don’t understand guilt – particularly guilt without responsibility. You know, unearned guilt. I am not Adam. Nor Eve. I’m not my ‘Injun’ shooting great grandmother. Nor my dear ol’ bourbon sippin’ Pappy. Nor anyone named Beauregard.

Guilt is the gift that keeps on giving. It’s like punishing yourself before G-d doesn’t. I know some of my Catholic friends can’t drink the guilt out of their original sin. But I tell them no one holds a grudge for thousands of years. And if G-d, or Yahweh, or Allah can’t get over it, then He or She or He/She or It just gotta drink higher octane.

But still these dismal souls persist. And dolefully inquire:

‘How about the Armenian Genocide?’
Not guilty.
‘The American Indian?’
Not guilty.
‘Slaves?’
Not guilty.
‘The Amori in New Zealand?’
Not guilty.
‘Aborigines in Australia?’
Not guilty.
‘Rwanda?’
Not guilty.
‘Stalin?’
Not guilty.
‘Mao?’
Not guilty.
‘Khmer Rouge?’
Not guilty.
‘Germans?’
Not guilty. But I should add here that a thousand years will pass and the guilt of Germany will not be erased.

Hmm…

Anyway, I don’t know what these guilt mongers want from me. They can’t help themselves. They are tormented by guilt to the point that if they don’t ‘feel’ wrong, they don’t feel right.

I mean I feel sad for the past. I understand. But, apparently, nothing is more wretched than the mind of a man conscious of guilt.

But I’ve got serious problems with unconditional sympathy. Especially when sympathy appears in my dictionary between shit and syphilis.

There’s just no point in waking up and feeling sorry for yourself or for others. Hell they don’t want your pity. Pity is the final indignity. What people want is for us to correct our mistakes. You know, instead of being part of the problem, provide some solutions.

In other words, instead of feeling sorry for yourself, go out and help change a bad habit. Feeling sorry for yourself is the most useless waste of energy on the planet. It does absolutely no good. We can’t let our circumstances or what others do or don’t do control us.

But we can decide to be happy regardless.

I mean, there’s guilt about our treatment of native peoples in modern intellectual life, and an unwillingness to acknowledge there could be anything good about Western culture. And even in America with some of its abhorrent past. After all, we’ve also done lots of good stuff.

I remember listening to a professor espouse: ‘For better or worse, we live in possible worlds as much as actual ones. We are cursed by that characteristically human guilt and regret about what might have been in the past. But that may be the cost for our ability to hope and plan for what might be in the future.’

Now there you go.

Guilt is like bondage. Guilt is a thief… it robs from your life.

It’s a negative emotion. Even though negative emotions like loneliness, envy, and guilt have an important role to play in a happy life; they’re big, flashing signs that something needs to change.

So instead of reducing ourselves to collective guilt we should be embracing collective responsibility.

Always remember to never forget…. Armenians, Rawandans, New Zealand, Jewish or American genocides. We cannot go into denial. There is nothing I can stop to prevent what has already happened. I can just endeavor to ensure that history doesn’t repeat itself… Which it often does.

In other words, we all carry the baggage of our forefathers. We cannot vanquish the sins of our great grandfathers, nor hate our grandmothers. As a result our lives become a complicated dance. I mean, we can’t just denounce the people we’ve grown up loving. We may know them well, but love them anyway.

Life isn’t like a movie… you can’t write your own ending. And I’m not always going to keep waiting for a fairy tale finale where in the end we throw down our crutches and walk. It is what it is. People are what they are. The past is what it was. If you want me to feel guilty about something, then make it something I pretend to ignore. Something I can do something about for the future.

All I can say is that a hard beginning often makes for a good ending.

Happy endings.

Hmm… Even if, as I’ve mentioned a time of two before, they’re mostly in porno films.

And dats yDrewIS on dis penal colony…

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