When It isn't You

You are taught that if two people say you're drunk, you lie down.
But that isn't reality.
Because two or ten or twenty people can say it, but you haven't
had a drink.

I've always given chances, because I've always kept open the
possibility that I could be wrong.
I could misunderstand.
I could misattribute.

The weird part is that I haven't.

Exactly what I assumed in 1972 is true.
What I perceived in 1983 was confirmed.
What I feared in 1996 proved accurate.

There is no way to say; "It's me." I'm at fault.

Universal Scorn

Many years ago, at an Advocates' Association Meeting, I realise I've become the Scorn.
I couldn't believe it.
Here was an organisation I had helped form, I had been committed to, and in my cosmology it was out of a clear blue sky.

My hand was up, everyone else was called on, finally I was noticed, my point was batted away as a mosquito, two speakers later it was repeated by someone else and hailed.

After it happened twice I realised I had been elected the Universal Scorn.

Every organisation has its officers; some are publicly elected, some are privately appointed, and some are secretly designated. I had been secretly designated.

I moved to get a cup of coffee at the back, then was through the door and out.

I didn't come to the next meeting, or the next, although I was sent flyers, rung up, and by the fourth meeting I was personally invited by the President. I came late, had a cup of coffee and a pastry, listened to the speaker, then left.

I missed the next meeting, and again was spoken to, and explained; "You'll have to appoint another Scorn."

As some people don't name their victims she was uncertain of what I meant so I explained. I don't know whether she was surprised that I had given a name to the position or that I was aware of my position; however, it mattered not. I no longer bothered with the Association.

It was not the first time I was selected for the position; I tend to make a really good vicitm. I announce I live in Jamaica, so all the liberal bigots assume I am black and begin their standard double standard.

Recently on Xomba some guy, nose well out of joint because I was selected for the 'Quote of the Day' and how dare some...(Use Favourite Expletive)... be appointed.
He attacked the rather straight forward article with the usual white boy entitlement.

I flicked him away with amusement, only to see him bounce back with the usual three faced bitch. Three faced bitches are those who send you pms and post their two edged sword remarks so as to take whatever side becomes popular.

Some of the posters, seeing others commenting joined in, unaware that this was not a literary critique this was an old white boy angry that the 'niggah' got the prestigious appointment of 'Quote of the Day' joined by 3Face.

It is sad to be caught in crossfire when one actually is unaware of the reason for the skirmish. Hence the few who tried to be 'fair' made their one lame post and walked away with a sense of 'something is going on, I don't know what, I'll stay out of it.'

The usual tactic is the 'man arrested for slamming his face into the policeman's baton'. The owners of the site not aware of what was going on, only trying to quiet the vehemence of the language, made their posts, but nothing could stop white boy and 3 face.

As I don't feel like being banned today...(I usually leave that for once every four weeks) I cease to respond. Eventually they 'win'. Another Quote is posted, and they go back into their holes.

Being chosen the Scorn is not a comfortable position for the Newbie. Fortunately, I have experience in the field.

If you find yourself the Scorn;

1) In real life, cease to attend meetings, if you do go, come late, support the refreshments, and leave early. Do not participate at all, nor pay dues.

2) In Cyberspace, stop responding, if you have anyone you communicate with on the site, use PMs. Become unobtrusive. Those who need Scorns might find someone else to annoy.

3) In both cases, cease to participate. In RL, miss meetings, avoid functions, if questioned make a bald faced lie that everyone knows is a lie. If it is a writing site like Xomba, write, do not read anyone else's work, and focus on other sites.

Scorns are needed to be available, unavailable Scorns lose their value. Who knows, in a few months the organisation might implode or the those on the writing site might go too far and be banned.

Idiocracy

Every day, twice a day, we get the 'Dead News'. These are announcements of the funerals of average people.

So there's this woman, schmata on her head, snaggletoothed, died at 90...leaving 110 Great Grand Children, and like 25 Great Great Grandchildren.

This woman, who probably can barely read and write dropped eleven kids who dropped how many more, and who produced, at the time of her death 110 kids.

Intelligent people have one or two, maybe three, a few four. And those grow up to have one or two, maybe three, a few four.

Village idiots are the most prolific people in Jamaica.