It offended me.
It offended me that rainbows have been hijacked by deviants and that deviance had been made part of the law of the land.
The symbols, without any text, were an offense to me.
I was offended and I rejoiced in my offense.
In the wake of the campaign to obliterate the Confederate flag from the national consciousness, I’ve been thinking again about symbols.
We all have some that we use to represent some aspect of who we are.
My old truck has two symbols that I have put on it.
One is an Apple sticker.
I was Apple when Apple wasn’t cool and I’ve had a sticker on all my vehicles since the 90’s.
The sticker declared that not only was I an Apple guy, by default it meant that I wasn’t a PC guy.
Back in the day, it meant I was a rebel of sorts, a proud minority in an overwhelmingly Windows world.
It offended some people back then and I rejoiced in their offense.
I would not be pasteurized and homogenized by the culture and this was a way to proclaim that.
It didn’t mean that I supported all of the company’s business practices or ignored their flaws and mistakes, it meant that I supported them in spite of such.
I also have a Minnesota Vikings logo that lights up in the back window.
It shows that I’m a fan of one NFL team and by default, I’m not a fan of the other 31.
It doesn’t mean that I support players who do bad things, it means I support that team and have for years.
It offends fans of other teams and I rejoice in their offense.
I rejoice in the power of symbols to offend others and to cause me offense because we are only truly free when we have the right to do both.
Tearing down offensive symbols and demanding homogeneity of thought destroys freedom and enslave us all to cultural norms.
This slavery does not change either hearts or minds…it simply creates smoldering seeds of revolt.
It cleans the outside of a dirty vessel, but the vessel is still befouled.
It sends hatred and ignorance underground instead of being openly displayed where it may be justifiably condemned.
If you do not have the freedom to be an ass, then you don’t have the freedom to be a saint either.
I cherish the freedom to be both.
Make your own application…