Let me start by saying that I’ve confessed before that I’ve been a bully in the past and regret it today.

I’ve also said that I’m conflicted with loving Howard Stern because he exploits people on his show. I actually listened to him in the car for the first time in months while PJ and I were picking up take-out last night. He was ripping on Bababooey and his vinyl (voinyl) collection and I almost peed my pants.

I choose to believe that he has grown and changed, and is fully aware of how messed up he used to be. I also think he knows that if he became so PC and got rid of The Wack Pack, their lives would be destroyed. (People actually vie for a spot in The Wack Pack and are upset when they are deemed non-Wack Pack material.)

And yet I still struggle.

I wish I didn’t struggle with my convictions. I wish I was steadfast in every single thing I believed in. I wish, that no matter the evidence, I could defend every single thing I came across blindly.

Some people have that. Some people I know are so strong in their convictions, that they don’t even have to use their brain to think about them anymore – they just know that they are right and everyone else is wrong.

So instead, they fill their time by making fun of people who are not as brilliant as they are – people like me. They try to manipulate feeble minds like mine into thinking that my thoughts are wrong.

They will insult me and call me names and mock the things that I write and try to make me look disingenuous.

I’m sure screen shots are passed around that make fun of me. I don’t think I’m paranoid in believing there are threads dedicated to my stupidity.

But then I remember that the same type of person who tells me I have no idea what I’m talking about is also known for mocking special needs people – not just dummies like me.

These are the people who choose not to use their brilliant brains for good, but for evil. A bunch of wanna-be Howard Sterns who are doing it wrong and definitely not as well.

There was a mentally disabled guy who lived in my town when I was growing up. He’d walk the streets back and forth all day telling stories to anyone who would listen. Sure it was a blast to make fun of him back then, when our brains weren’t fully-formed yet to have the capacity for thoughtfulness and kindness.

Or maybe it’s not that, maybe it’s because once I had kids, I realized if anyone made fun of my sons the way we made fun of this guy, I’d be in jail right now for murder.

But believe it or not, some of the people that like to tell me that my opinions are wrong and/or that I’m making up stories about what I tell my kids – they’re the ones who are my age and never had that awakening. They’re still making fun of disabled people and also honoring disgusting bullies like Trump.

I was accused of lying last night. That I didn’t really tell my son about the horror show that soon-to-be FORMER President Trump is responsible for.

Well, I actually do tell my sons how shitty this world can be. I feel it’s necessary to prepare them for people who never see any error in their ways and enjoy going around bringing sadness to others because it makes them feel good about their own lives.

You might think I’m lying now because you can’t imagine someone as old as me would mock a mentally disabled person in real life or on Facebook. I’m not lying. It’s right there in black and white. On the poor guy’s profile pictures – he doesn’t even know he’s being made fun of but everyone else does.

This is what I remember when I’m challenged by people who tell me my feelings and opinions are wrong; that if their judgement is so impaired that they find no harm in doing something like that, then of course their judgement is impaired in all other matters.

Always consider your source.