Many people walk through the entire journey of their life, always feeling more or less tolerated instead of being wanted. They never “fit in.” They find it impossible to put this sense of rejection into words, but they know it is real. Counselors, many of whom suffer from the same malady, make fortunes from these people, all while trying to find help for themselves.
Such people sometimes become homophobes, sexists, racists, Islamophobes, or perish the thought, Republicans.
At long last an identifier has been found, a place, a group into which Les Deplorables fit, not only fit, but fit like a glove. According to one expert, in her own mind, fifty percent of adult Americans fit this group. I don’t think this expert, known as “Pant Suit Mama,” really grasps the great service she has performed for so many.
I know, while I am none of the despicable names the expert used, well maybe the last one, I do like the cozy sense of security I find in the basket. The world is lonely when you wander about wondering, “Will I ever fit in? Will I discover my special group?” “Will I ever discover what it’s like to feel accepted, instead of that shameful journey as one of “those” who never seem to find their niche.”
I called the print shop twenty-four hours after finding reassurance of my descriptive moniker as one of the irredeemable. My new bumper sticker should be delivered around the first of next week. I will be the first to admit it’s not a first class professionally designed bumper sticker, but it will get the message out that there is hope, love, acceptance and a form of social standing associated with the pungent, brief, but clear identity screaming forth from the sticker.
Here is my contribution to fifty percent of the Great American People:
“I AM IN THE BASKET!”
I know, I bolded the statement, because I am overwhelmed to at long last find a resting place of like-mindedness and camaraderie of fellow humans that spent most of life on the margins of society, but now have found a domicile of a warm, family like, place.
Couple this with the long known fact that as a believer I am, as Paul wrote in Ephesians 1:6,
“to the praise of the glory of His grace, by which He has made us accepted in the Beloved.”
Does this verse mean I am now in two baskets, one basket of the redeemed and the other aptly titled, The Basket of Les Deplorables?
Copyright © 2016 Larry (Les Deplorable) Lilly
Tremendous IT work! Oral Deckard
Such people sometimes become homophobes, sexists, racists, Islamophobes, or perish the thought, Republicans.
At long last an identifier has been found, a place, a group into which Les Deplorables fit, not only fit, but fit like a glove. According to one expert, in her own mind, fifty percent of adult Americans fit this group. I don’t think this expert, known as “Pant Suit Mama,” really grasps the great service she has performed for so many.
I know, while I am none of the despicable names the expert used, well maybe the last one, I do like the cozy sense of security I find in the basket. The world is lonely when you wander about wondering, “Will I ever fit in? Will I discover my special group?” “Will I ever discover what it’s like to feel accepted, instead of that shameful journey as one of “those” who never seem to find their niche.”
I called the print shop twenty-four hours after finding reassurance of my descriptive moniker as one of the irredeemable. My new bumper sticker should be delivered around the first of next week. I will be the first to admit it’s not a first class professionally designed bumper sticker, but it will get the message out that there is hope, love, acceptance and a form of social standing associated with the pungent, brief, but clear identity screaming forth from the sticker.
Here is my contribution to fifty percent of the Great American People:
“I AM IN THE BASKET!”
I know, I bolded the statement, because I am overwhelmed to at long last find a resting place of like-mindedness and camaraderie of fellow humans that spent most of life on the margins of society, but now have found a domicile of a warm, family like, place.
Couple this with the long known fact that as a believer I am, as Paul wrote in Ephesians 1:6,
“to the praise of the glory of His grace, by which He has made us accepted in the Beloved.”
Does this verse mean I am now in two baskets, one basket of the redeemed and the other aptly titled, The Basket of Les Deplorables?
Copyright © 2016 Larry (Les Deplorable) Lilly
Tremendous IT work! Oral Deckard
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