Don't You Cancel My Culture!
Cancel Culture: A particularly loathsome new term in the exceptionally loathsome "New Normal."
I hate everything about Cancel Culture. But it was my husband, Michael, who helped me see the humorous side of Cancel Culture a few weeks ago. Let me set the stage for you.
Michael, as usual, was hinting, cajoling and wheedling me into deep frying his beloved French Fries.
And, as usual, every time he said "French Fries" I could hear his left ventricle slamming shut.
"Michael Honey," I said sweetly, "We don't deep fry. We air fry."
Without missing a beat Michael snapped back, "DON'T YOU CANCEL MY CULTURE!!!"
Just like that, I was ROTFLMAO!
But in five pithy words, he nailed how we all feel.
I like my culture. I like history as I learned it as a child. I like science as I understand it. I like America as I cherish her. I like my race. I like our culture. I like our cuisine. I like our language. I like our literature. I like Classical music. I like our architecture. I love President Trump and our Constitution. I like, oh! Just everything we've been shamed, gaslighted and brainwashed to reject, disbelieve and apologize for.
Well, screw dat!
I'm not having some atheistic faux intellectual Liberal nut job destroy Life as I know and like it with their New Version of "Truth" that Cancels my Culture. Two weeks later, like Fauci, they'll change it again anyways.
I'm with Michael: "DON'T YOU CANCEL MY CULTURE!"
This is my rant.
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