Last night when my husband and I were out to dinner with our son, I asked him what his favorite thing to play at recess was. This brought a memory to my husband’s mind of playing a game called “Smear the Queer” when he was our son’s age and how no one thought anything of it.
Not that I like mean kids, but I thought, wow, a time when it was ok for people to acknowledge what so many rightly feel, that it is not natural or good to be gay. A time when playing that kind of game wouldn’t land a kid in re-education and hot water. I thought how sad it is that the whole nation is often too intimidated to say what they really think and live in fear of the reaction if they were to even say that simple opinion aloud.
Needless to say, my husband and I felt the need to whisper our observations because we were in public.
Not fear of government...
Fear of THIS government.
Where I grew up “Smear the Queer” was just “Kill the Carrier” played without a ball. Usually the biggest guy called out who was the “queer” and took the lead in chasing and tackling. Makes me wonder now who indeed was the ‘queer’.
"Smear the Queer"!!!! LOVED IT!
Hell, we played that as kids when I was growing up. Usually involved a field - none too smooth - a beat up football....and about 11 to 15 guys of all about the same age. Object? Once you got the ball, run like hell until all the other guys "smeared" you. Then, chuck the ball to someone else you wanted to "smear"!!
Incredible fun!!
Of course, today, all the parents would be accused of not protecting their kids; the kids would have to wear helmets, teeth guards, elbow and knee pads...the "play" would have to have adult supervision, with referees...and the bigger kids - who usually did most of the "hard tackling" would be accused of being "bullies" and not allowed to play at all.
And we believe we're better off than we were????
Bullsh#@!