neutered:

: the sterilization of our individuality 


In politics, in religion, in corporate America, in communities, and in all aspects of the human existence, people with individuality of thought, people who question the commonly accepted, the non-conformists (if you will), are squashed like a bug, excommunicated, fired, outcast, or categorized and ignored. 


Like the testicles of my best friend, they get neutered.

Allow me to introduce myself, I'm your chauffeur with an attitude. Like the bar tender, your hairstylist, and the bathroom mirror, you can talk to me. I'll listen to you, and then I'll say what no one else will. 


The politically correct, thin skinned sufferers of indignation live in fear of being disagreed with. These frail minded folks most often stand behind and support those people who manage to succeed in neutering the rest of us. 


I've seen enough in my life to warrant questioning all of what goes on around me. I'm not paranoid, and I'm not deluded, I know for a fact that we don't have a voice. 


How else can you explain what goes on around us and we the people, we the employees, we the neighbors, we who don't want to be like you, are powerless to make rational change in our society. 


They're Republican or Democrat, maybe they drink tea. They believe in a higher authority or pretend to, lest they be excommunicated. They tow the corporate credo, for middle managers it's their only job, their bread and butter. In communities, these high moral, high fiber folks only pay homage to those who think alike, watch football, and drink beer. 


I'm neither of these stereotypical products of American society , and all of them make me sick. 


Hopefully, this blog will be a small place where I can voice my disgust over being relegated to the irrelevant; neutered.