What I Aspire To Be
Posted by TFG on July 31st, 2005
I’m a crotchety, cranky, cynical piss-ant turd*, but this salesman is my hero. Just click, scroll and read, toads.
I deal with a lot of people on a day to day basis. Some are honorable, some are goat-roping assholes. And that’s okay. You are what you are. I can smoke you out pretty soon, anyway, and will treat you accordingly.
Here’s my issue: every time someone tries to really screw me, I mean really pole me, I realize they are avid churchgoers. Sunday School teachers, deacons, and such.
What the fuck is that all about? I am not casting a wide net here, I am not denigrating churchgoers as a cohort, I am merely proclaiming that every time someone tries to fuck me they are good churchfolk, and are extremely active in their churches.
If you can’t fall in love with a line like “goat-roping assholes,” you’re a panty-waist.
* I need to find a way to say SOB without slurring my sainted mother, who taught me to read and write at the age of three, forever damning me to this literary hell of being unable to stop doing either. Better that I was a true half-wit with naught on my mind but fishing and tobacco and rotgut.
July 31st, 2005 at 6:55 pm
I don’t claim to know what that’s all about, or that I have had anything like the same experience. I can only give what they call “anecdotal evidence” and “hearsay.” For example: my mother was raised in a small town in the mountains of Tennessee. There she learned her contempt for so-called devout, churchgoing Baptists, whom she said engaged in all sorts of bootleggery, fornication, and graft six days out of the week, and came to church all shining-faced and holy on Sunday. I think I saw my mother in a church on three occasions in my life, and two were weddings.
The second example is what I learned at the mortgage company I worked at in Miami for fourteen years. It was owned by a Jewish family with ties to New York and Israel, and staffed by Jews mostly from New York and Catholic Cubans from Miami. We refused to mortgage any property that was designated a religious building, be it a synagogue or a church or what-have-you. The idea was 1) there was so much bureaucratic mess entailed re taxes and the plain bad advertising effects of possibly having to “foreclose on God” that it wasn’t cost effective to mortgage such a property, and 2) religious people by and large were crooks. I report, you decide.
July 31st, 2005 at 7:40 pm
[...] These thoughts were brought to the fore of my mind by this only tangentially related post of Scott Chaffin’s. Also I’ve been drinking, because I just can’t stand it anymore. I play it as it lays, folks. [...]
August 1st, 2005 at 10:43 am
Well, I probably picked a bad example of V-Man…I was just engaging in a blogger-man-crush.
As far as religious folk go, I’ve known too many who are “beyond the call of duty” honorable and I wouldn’t hesitate to do business with them. And there’s crooks, too. Amazingly, just like real life. The problem with the crooks is that they hide their crookedness with false religiosity that drags down the entire community.
August 2nd, 2005 at 11:41 am
all I know is when I was leasing my house in Carrollton, In five years time the only people that ever screwed me on rent and then bailed after midnight had a symbol of a fish on their worthless check