A new direction. Chasing after Wussies!

Oh. My. God. Has Ryan given up on politics?

Well, in short, no. The problem is that politics raises my blood pressure, sends me into fits and generally drives me to want to hurt somebody. Yes, the current state of politics is sad at best, and lord knows we need all the help we can get… But the inane ramblings of one more pissed off libertarian in the blog world isn’t going to help matters. And yes, sadly I am pissed off and can no longer approach the topic of politics in any sort of a civil manner. Caveman style, maybe, but not civil. Not right now.

So, not wanting to give up on blogging, I’ve been pondering just what I can blog about that’s not completely asinine but not prone to making me want to go all incredible Hulk.

And then it hit me. What’s one of my top pet peeves right now? Wussies! Or more specifically, the wussification of America.

Wait, what?!

Wussification. You know, the deliberate drive to make everybody soft and shelter them from all of those things that are deemed “bad” or “immoral” by the neo-prudence movement.

Want to know what I’m talking about? Well, here’s a perfect example from yesterday’s paper:

Minnetonka Urges Anti-Grinding At School Dances

Ok, let’s get real for a minute here. We’ve all been kids and we’ve all danced in ways that made adults raised an eyebrow. But by and large I do believe that we turned out OK. We didn’t turn into freaky sex addicts because we squirmed around one another on the dance floor. Hell, I was in high school in the 90’s and believe me, dancing at our school was always a provocative affair.

Yet we survived. We had fun and enjoyed the frivolousness of our youth. And turned out just fine.

So now we fast forward to 2009, and in Minnetonka, MN they’re claiming that “They’re duplicating sexual acts. It’s suggestive sexually, and we’ve tried to calm that down.”

Neat. You know what I call this?

WUSSY!

Seriously, what are these people so afraid of? Sheltering our children is not only a pointless endeavor, it makes them WUSSIES!

UGH!

I think what really bothers me is that the wussies pushing for this sort of thing are simply trying to spread their wussiness and create a bunch of soft, feeble candyasses. I mean, listen to this:

Best said appropriate dancing and the push for that kind of dancing is necessary.

“We’ve had a problem over the last couple of years with kids grinding and doing some inappropriate things on the dance floor, and we just want to let the kids know we’re aware of it,” he said. “We want to make a safe, fun atmosphere for kids to have a dance.”

ARRRGG!

Ok, listen up all of you juvenile delinquents out there… Here’s my advice to you. Go out. Dance. Have fun. Grab some ass. Try and suck your partner’s brains out therough their mouth and maybe leave a hicky or two. And if anybody out there – whether some pansy adult or some puckered up kid in khaki chinos – tries to tell you that you have to calm it down and act “like your grandma is watching,” tell them to piss off and then tell them to talk to me. I’d be more than happy to straighten them out.