ACLU & Me

I am teaching some young friends how to drive. It is about empowerment. They are learning how to drive my truck. I figure if they can drive a truck, they can drive anything. They are doing an excellent job!

Of course I am proud of their accomplishments. So I shared their accomplishments with a few friends. My smart friends said they could learn from my young friends. A few friends thought I was crazy. Others asked if what I was doing legal, and wished me luck. One suggested a way to help.

You might call my young friends disadvantaged, yet they are very smart. I believe that their future is bright. They are here to learn, and maybe get some guidance. Most of all they are driven. I mean that in both a literal and figurative sense. They never touched a steering wheel. I consider driving a form of freedom, that is something that I wanted to share with them. They are not really free until they determine their own destiny. In my simple mind, there are more options in life of you can drive. I figured I could share freedom with them.

I have a friend who is a lawyer. I have been told he works with the ACLU. Something I could believe. I showed him a picture of a couple of my friends next to the truck after they had perfectly parked it. They were so happy! You know what he said. He said I was being mean. He said that I should be teaching them to drive a fiesta or something small. I see no reason why young ladies should not be able to drive a truck if they wanted to. What a chauvinist!

I mentioned this to one of my young friends, she was highly indignant. I try not to let things bother me, politically or otherwise. In actuality, I am quite accepting, or so I think. Sure I may write my views here, yet I pretty much keep them to myself. Sometimes it may be hard to read me, as I say so little about my feelings. Typically I am afraid to express myself. Probably because I have been belittled in the past. Others are more than willing to express their views, when they do they seem to belittle. I can think of a few people like that. Is chauvinism empowerment? Some think so.

So after one month one of my young friends was driving on the highway. I am so proud of her! I was looking forward to telling my lawyer friend what a great job she was doing. There was always the remote chance that she might need legal representation. Or maybe a helpful suggestion or two legally for people in her situation.

I never had a chance. He delivered a bitter monologue about Hitler. The speech was directed at me. He knew that I supported Trump, something that seems unforgivable in his mind. He also had a huge fascination with guns. He was quite knowledgeable, and a collector. He let me know how smart he was about guns. I really didn’t care about guns, so why was he telling me this? He is just one example of Trump Derangement Syndrome in my life. I thought the ACLU was supposed to deliver freedom to the oppressed. Not to be the oppressors. Because of all his talking, I never mentioned my friends, and their successes.

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