The Joys of Being Superior: The Bigot’s Soliloquy

Posted on June 1, 2010

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I like being superior, because it means I can walk by the bums on the street and not give them a dime.

I like being superior, because I can buy a scrape and bow from the bums on the street for the price—to me—of two minutes labour.

I like being superior, because my wife has to obey me.

I like being superior, because I don’t have to feel guilty for being offered good jobs not offered to women and other less superior people.

I like being superior, because I get to be told about it in school, and my superior children get told the same, and I don’t have to worry about all those inferior people who don’t like what they get told about in school.

I like being superior, because the police leave me alone until I summon them.

I like being superior, because when I go to war, the people on the other side don’t count—even when my victims include women and children (inferior women and children) and number in the millions.

I like being superior, because when I bring my superior religion into it, I have a licence to look down on people all over the world.

I like being superior, because I can pollute and ravage the whole world and feel entitled on account of my superior morals, culture and ideas of government.

I like being superior, because it provides an easy, get-out-of-jail-free, exception to that extremely inconvenient doctrine, Do unto others….

Yes, it does.

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