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Resist Hypocrisy

Rodney Clough
1 min readNov 28, 2024

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Photo by Jason Rosewell on Unsplash

Newsflash: Be thankful.

Thanksgiving Day, November 28

I admit I am a curmudgeon.

Though I have graduated to the retiree/elder table at granny’s Glen Echo Farm Thanksgiving Day bash, I have received several warnings about voicing my opinion and creating another awkward memory which begins with “Remember when…”

I will admit I foul nostalgia. I question bloviation. I resist hypocrisy. I am told these traits do not make for authentic family harmony. That cherished Norman Rockwell moment.

Why don’t I fake it ’til I make it like the rest of us?

What makes me so special?

These I agree are all good questions and worth a look-see at the mirror. However, I am wary and alert to what I am joining. I am circumspect about agreeing, about going along with the crowd. Yes, I have been told that I hold out for disapproval.

Plausibly agree there.

I admit I care more than I comfort. I agree that doesn’t make me Mr. Geniality. My shoes squeak when I walk, and children say out loud that I am “odd.”

You see, I was the guy, who when asked politely last Thanksgiving, why do I hate Trump, replied, “Why do you love him?”

It’s the curmudgeon speaking.

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Rodney Clough
Rodney Clough

Written by Rodney Clough

Refuses to nap. Septuagenarian. Cliche’ raker. Writes weekly.

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