It seems like there’s a big quack these days about a certain dynasty and a scandal over some words spoken. According to news reports, nearly everyone has gotten quite a few feathers ruffled over some words that were said.
- Something about being gay.
- Or kneeling to pray.
- Or not willing to pay.
- Or the freedom to say.
- It looks like you can’t stay.
Something similar to all that.
Well hrmph!!! I don’t even know how to express my opinion any more on things. Because low and behold, what if I offend someone? Uh oh! Then they may not like me anymore. And then I’ll have what my best friend refers to as a “nervy-b”, you know a big old NBD. And just like if you give a mouse a cookie, then if you have a nervy-b over something your ears may be allergic to, well then you’re probably going to need a pill for that!
See the thing is this. I don’t care if you’re gay. I still love you. I’m Christian. And I like to pray. Even if you don’t, if you’re relatively nice and can slightly stifle any arrogant opinions, we’ll probably get along just fine! And no matter where we stand on things politically, philosophically, spiritually, or even mentally, I think we all could stand to lighten up. Did you know you can lose 5 pounds in water retention simply by refusing to be offended? OK, I kind of just made up that statistic, but hey, it sounds good.
See here’s the thing about that certain duck-yodeling, jam-making, Tupperware-sipping, before-meal-praying, Father Time/ZZ Top imitating, beard-wearing clan of men: Like you and me, they have a right to say whatever they say. Double true, because they’re on a “reality” show – a show that’s always loosely based on reality – which in real life is a place where people actually say what they feel like saying, regardless of potential collateral damage to other people’s feelings!
Kinda like your family! Kinda like mine!
The bottom line is you can be gay and choose not to be offended. You can also pray and choose not to be offended by anyone else who has something to say. But if you have a lick of common sense anywhere, what should at least offend your senses, is their extreme overkill of CRAPITALISM!
I’m sorry but I do not need to see Duck Dynasty pajamas, lunchboxes, cereal boxes, sleeping bags, fortune cookies, posters, hunting gear, calendars, wisdom books, t-shirts, chia pets, camoflauge matching bra and pantie sets, fake beards, deer salt licks, cans of seasoning, coordinating duck-camo paint colors for my entire home, school supplies, recipe books, hoodies, musical instruments, mag rags, and even duck tape plastered to every end cap and register row of every aisle of every store in America. I’m sorry, and maybe I’m the only one in all of America, but I find this particular dynasty at least fifty shades of MORE annoying than the Biebster, One Direction, or the infamous twerk girl!
You see I am learning to respond to a different call. My commander isn’t impressed with all this mess quite frankly. Don’t worry, loveable Uncle Si, Phil, Willie and the gang are going to be just fine! They already had a booming business before they got their reality TV show, and their exclusive merchandising rights to everything ever invented since the beginning of time insures that they can afford to have an even better barber (should they ever need a shave) then 2008 Presidential hopeful John Edwards ever could have hoped to have had access to.
And before you call me a hypocrite because I actually believe in the free market, freedom of speech, and freedom to choose who you feel called to be, know that I also freely choose not to have this particular long-bearded portraiture tattooed on my flannel PJs obliterating whatever bit of feminine mystique I might possess. It’s just not me.
It’s Christmas. And my prayer is that long after the 75% off sale of DD merchandise everywhere fades into oblivion, and 2014 unfolds with an as-yet to be revealed ULTRA MEGA SUPER DUPER STAR, that you and I can learn to live more simply by having less:
Less irrelevant media. Less crap. Er, excuse me–merchandise. Definitely, less sensitivity.
It really is true. Less is more. Thus sayeth Liz, your every-present activist advocating common sense, decency, and a bit of laughter to lighten your load in life!
Merry Christmas! Quack quack!