Edmonton - Tuesday, June 18, 2002 - by: Ron Thornton
   

disgust

Doesn't it seem that every time one finds themselves repulsed by some action or another they end up being accused of having some sort of phobia? Strange, when I have a strong distaste aroused by something I view as offensive, the dictionary explains that I'm not being fearful. What I feel is disgust.

 

 

churns
my
stomach

I must admit that I get disgusted when I see a band of gay folks parading down a street in various stages of undress, groping at each other in a celebration of their sexual preference. Then again, I'm equally disgusted by any such hedonistic public display by anyone of any sexual orientation. I can assure you, it isn't fear that churns my stomach.

 

 

deaf
dumb
blind

When I read reports about government spending on phantom reports and about its nonchalance regarding stolen millions here or there, the emotion I feel is far from fright. When debate on any issue is rendered to a distortion of the three monkeys who hear, speak, and see no evil, I am disgusted by decision making that is intellectually deaf, dumb, and blind. While so many are quick to cite what their rights are, I'm disgusted to see damn few giving a passing thought as to what their responsibilities might be.

 

 

my right
of
disgust

We live in a time when so many of our customs, mores, and laws are being challenged, some rightly so, in order to safeguard someone's perceived rights. As for those changes that I disagree with, I suggest that their proponents set aside their phobia over my insistence in retaining my right to be disgusted.
   

 

Ron Thornton