The PC Police and the Common Folks
I wanted to get down on paper, in story form, some of the hypocrisies associated with some of our most intelligent, highly educated and what we would call the elite members of our society who do not normally mingle with the common staff at work who are in administrative positions like those in the human resources departments who the elitists feel have a rudimentary education. A vast majority of these elite members of society are immensely focused on issues such as global warming, the plight of polar bears with the melting of ice caps, the rising oceans, the draughts and why normal human beings don’t have the good sense to recycle their trash so we can save our planet. They are totally disgusted with how wasteful the majority of normal human beings are as they go about trying to keep themselves and their families alive on our planet. There are billions of folks in extremely rural areas of the world who do not know where their next meal is coming from yet we have very well educated, so called highly advanced do-gooders who want to completely change how those billions go about just trying to survive.
So! What people do in a lunch room and what sometimes happens there, can be interesting, fun, humorous or even challenging. Friends gather from their intensely hectic mornings at work to relax and share recent experiences in their lives. It’s how they recharge their batteries so they can finish out the rest of their trying day. While eating lunch one day in the lunch room, a lady named Laura sat down with a few of her fellow workers. She was telling the others around the table about what her daughter, Natalie, shared with her the evening before, over the phone. It was a mother and daughter sharing some quality time with each other because they lived so far apart. Getting together physically is impossible since there are 1000s of miles of ocean and half the United States between them.
Natalie is married and lives in Hawaii with her husband Marcus in a home they recently bought. When they bought the home, they also bought a form of insurance that lasts a year to protect them from losses that might occur with the appliances that came with the home. A few months after moving in they noticed that just about everything in the upright freezer was partially thawed out. The insurance company sent out someone to check it and it was determined that it needed to be replaced. The insurance covered that and they received a new freezer a few days later. Marcus is sort of an outdoorsy type and works near the docks in Pearl Harbor. He sometimes brings things home that you might expect from someone living or working near the ocean in Hawaii, which is everyone. Natalie and Marcus work different shifts so they are often coming home at different times. Marcus worked the night shift the night before and had just began his turn for getting some sleep. He had just dozed off when he was awoken by a scream coming from the kitchen.
Natalie had gotten up, prepared herself for work, and went into the kitchen to start her day with some breakfast. A bolt of fear struck her body and she jumped back when she opened the door to the freezer. She saw a huge set of widely based claws sticking out from the bottom shelf of the freezer. Her entire body went cold with fear as she let out a scream and slammed the freezer door shut. Out of blind fear she could swear she saw the claws moving and they were coming after her. Marcus came running into the kitchen to see what had happened. What she saw was the biggest king crab most people had ever seen in their entire life. The moment Marcus saw what had happened, is the moment he began laughing uncontrollably almost falling to the floor. But that was just a fraction of a second before he took an intense blow from Natalie to the left arm just above the humorous bone. Isn’t it ironically funny how that happens? Emotions filled her body with the natural human response of flight followed by a fight where Marcus took a stern hit.
The punch to the left arm triggered more laughter from Marcus. Then he took a second hit in the same spot for laughing at what Natalie did not think was funny at all. It was just a few moments later when out of the joy of feeling that nothing serious was going to happen, Natalie joined in with the laughter as her body began to calm its nerves. As the laughter subsided minutes later, they both began hearing scratching. It was coming from what sounded like the bottom of the freezer. They opened the door. The crab was still alive and was going through its own flight response trying to helplessly crawl out of a freezer whose door had just slammed shut. Natalie sent a picture by smart phone to her mother to show her how huge that crab was. When Laura shared the picture and the story with her husband, his response was, “That crab is so huge, I am surprised it didn’t throw Marcus into the freezer.” A ton of laugher began again; and again between Marcus and Natalie when Laura shared that response with them.
And now back to the lunch room. The nature of the business this lunch crowd supports requires the hiring of several very highly qualified research consultants with extensive educations such as masters, PHDs and those at a level where they earned the right to be called Engineers. These folks consider themselves part of the elite set. They find it difficult to socialize with those members of the support staff with the very basics of an education. And that’s OK. The nature of any discussion needs to fit the social status of the group.
The common support staff can’t relate to someone whose professional life is immersed in having gained a Doctor of Philosophy degree in, say, social engineering. The elite person thinks that since they are philosophers in their field of expertise, it makes them qualified to play judge over those who are experts at somehow finding a way to get buy on a bare minimum of income. The elites think in economic terms of purchases and expenses in the “thousands of dollars” while the poor think in terms of hundreds, twenties and dollars; even pennies sometimes. And they always remain laser focused on where the next dollar might be coming from so they can support a family. How does a woman relate to a woman who bought their jacket from Neiman Marcus before they put it on sale for a few thousand dollars less when she is extremely happy she purchased her jacket on sale at TJ Max for 24 dollars but wonders whether she will ever be able to afford another or a pair of matching shoes.
While the story was being told at the table of the commoners, another one of the employees of the company who is of the elite ilk, was at the counter preparing her lunch for the microwave. But when she overheard that the crab had been placed in the freezer alive, she turned with a grimace on her face and in a condescending way, stated. “Oh, that is so cruel.” She is one who feels we should not eat shrimp because they are part of nature and should be left alone. The members at the table facing away from the woman placed their index fingers over their lips as to signal they should be quiet. The power of PC had raised its ugly head and those at the table were forced to stifle their speech. In essence, they were being denied to speak about such things, they were being told they were cruel, and they were being told that their speech needed to be denied since they were not qualified to know what is best for them.
Meanwhile, at that very moment while the speech at a table of generally happy people just getting along with their lives was abruptly curtailed; in a barrio somewhere in another part of the world, a family is overjoyed that they will be able to share a few pieces of chopped up shrimp, in what they normally experienced was only a small bowl of rice and vegetables, between a father and mother and their ten young children, following a short prayer of thankfulness. A month earlier, as sheer luck would have it, they were able to chop up the thigh of a chicken they received as a gift from one of their neighbors who cared more about their health than what stories they might be telling around the mat on the floor taking the place of a table they could only dream of having.
It is ironic that a majority of these elite members of our society go to 5 star restaurants where live crabs are served by throwing them into boiling water and slicing them down the middle before placing them on a plate next to a steak that originated from the slaughter of a calf whose meat is considered to be the most tender of all. The vegetables, a main staple of the poor, is just thrown to the side more as for image than for their nutritional value. The cost of that one meal for two is much more than what that poor family in a barrio might be able to pull together in a year or even a lifetime. And the elitist wants to teach them how to recycle their trash, stop cooking on open flames of burning wood spewing tons of CO2 into our precious atmosphere at a rate not seen for the past 200 years. They also do not want them to harm the poor creatures that deserve to be left alone; especially the hundreds of thousands of animals, birds, frogs and bugs from around the world who elitists have placed on the endangered species list. Just about the only creatures not on the list are humans, unicorns and dodo birds.
If one had the guts to say something, they might ask if the elitist in their presence knew that a study had been done showing that vegetables experience pain when they are plucked from the ground or a tree and then chopped up for their salad (I was just kidding about that study but the elitist would believe any study real or imaginary). I am, however, dead serious in asking whether they know that the marijuana they champion as needing to be legalized for human use, according to thousands of government studies paid for by the taxpayer, actually needs around 1200 to 1500 parts per million of CO2 to permit the best quality atmosphere for their growth. In fact all plants do best when the CO2 level reaches around 1200 parts per million.
Most elitists do not know that there are only 400 parts per million of CO2 currently in our atmosphere and they want to drastically reduce that number by taking billions of dollars from the tax dollars of most Americans who do not give a damn about CO2. They do not know that when the CO2 level gets at or below 180 parts per million, plants can no longer survive. They do not know that approximately 23 million years ago, Antarctica was covered with fern and had no ice caps at all. The vegetarians are mostly those who believe in global warming and the need to reduce CO2 but don’t realize how many more vegetables would be available for their consumption if they would permit the CO2 level to drastically increase.
The most ironic thing is that most of the elitists in this country do not know what part of that 400 PPM is actually man-caused CO2. The 97% of the scientists they claim consider the issue settled science, are really only convinced that CO2 has the capability of retaining heat in our atmosphere. They say that because all compounds have that feature to varying degrees. The question is to what degree. But more importantly, that degree is insignificant since only 3% of that 400 PPM is man-made. Would these elitists know that CO2 makes up only .0004% of our atmosphere of which only 3% of .0004% is man-made? Do they know that the oceans cover 70% of the planet and soak up 40% of that human made CO2? Or do they realize that the USA only takes up 3% of the entire landmass of the globe? Just how much CO2 do we have control of? The fraction is just way to minescule to even imagine. And the elite want us all to spend billions of dollars cutting our emissions of CO2 when we have o control over the rest of the globe. Maybe they should worry about human rights and animal rights and endangered species more! Oh, but they do! My bad!
That is why those commoners sitting around the table eating their lunch don’t believe the amount of CO2 in our atmosphere is a problem. That is why that poor family sitting around a mat eating rice and vegetables doesn’t worry about CO2 levels. They have more pressing things to worry about. If the elitists would just leave well enough alone, these poor people would have a much more vibrant source of vegetables making it easier for them to survive if the CO2 level would be closer to 1200 PPM than merely 400 PPM.
I was at a fast food cafeteria at the Botanical Gardens mingling with the elites who go there often and it only took me a moment to get what I wanted and sit down to eat. But when I got ready to leave I approached the area where one could dispose of one’s trash. When I got there I noticed there were 4 separate bins, 4 different colors, and each had a specific and distinct purpose for being there. There was one that said cans only, one that said bottles only, one that said organic only (whatever that means), and then the 4th bin said other waste. There was a large sign on the wall over each bin, in matching colors to their respective bin that explained what each bin was for and then there were several lines of instructions below that in small font explained in excruciating detail exactly how to separate your trash and what constituted that type of trash. I have to admit I did not have time to study what I could only describe was a 4 level college course requiring me to cram the rest of the afternoon learning how to separate my trash to insure I could pass the final exam. I just hope the instructor is grading on a curve. But, like many college students, it didn’t take me long to figure out a shortcut using my highly advanced commonsensical ability to solve major problems quickly. I could just dump it all in the bin that said “Other Waste” and go about my day. So I slyly peered around to make sure the PC police were not watching me and in it all went.
Isn’t it interesting that while all those elitists are driving to work, they pass probably 30 or 40 black 50 gallon plastic bags full of all sorts of trash, undivided by category, laying by the side of the road where the common folks dumped them while in a hurry to get to where they are going so they could earn a few bucks to feed their families and pay the rent. The PC crowd driving by those bags must be going nuts.
But now, while writing this, I remembered I needed to go take my trash out quickly since the trash truck was due any minute. Of course, I only had one bin so I was able to accomplish that task in a timely manner. That reminds me of the phrase, “Haste makes waste.” I would add, “Disposal more efficient.” Oh, I was wondering, “Which bin do I sit on to deposit my fecal waste?”