Authoritarian Followers

Authoritarian Follower: An individual who, for whatever reason, accepts what an accepted authority tells them, regardless of whether or not it makes sense.

Compartmentalization: term describing the ability of authoritarian followers to keep separate the ideas, given by their authorities, that prove each other wrong.

There are different causes for this inability to comprehend reality. One of the more common involves severe punishment of very young children for asking questions or not accepting the statements of their parents. When a child feels like it is in danger, due to anything ranging from frightening yells and screams to extreme “spanking”, because it challenged the words of their parents, they develop a survival mechanism called compartmentalization. This allows them to not have to ask questions, and risk the hurt or fear of hurt they were (usually repeatedly) subjected to. These children become Authoritarian Followers, following the authority of their parents, regardless of their parents accuracy. As the children get older, the mantle of authority gets passed on to the religious and political leaders the parents themselves follow. The fear of questioning is a directly attached to their sense of survival, so anyone trying to reason with them causes a fear reaction, usually masked as anger.

This pattern is often found in members of the fundamentalist churches who teach “spare the rod, and spoil the child”. Political power mongers, realizing the power in numbers, have played on these peoples inability to question discrepancies and turned them into the “religious right”. Their political views are about as full of misunderstanding and deceit as a religion in which Jesus teaches kindness and compassion, but who’s followers practice abuse of their children and hatred for those Jesus said to love.

This is how the Tea Party was formed: by playing on that fear of questioning authority, regardless of how ridiculous the claims may be. I have to remember that their anger is really fear, so I can pity them, instead of hating them.

Published in: on November 3, 2011 at 9:09 pm  Leave a Comment  
Tags: , , , ,

Kids not CEO’s

I saw a Facebook advertisement for that just made sense to me.  It shows exactly what allowing “conservative” thinking in legislation does to our country.

Published in: on October 11, 2011 at 1:32 pm  Leave a Comment  
Tags: , , ,

A Daddy’s Nightmare Come To Life

I am a father. More importantly, I am a daddy. Today, my beautiful, blue and green plumed ‘tween daughter registered for a new school. It was exciting! It was new! There were ‘tweenagers EVERYWHERE! Remember, as an adult in my early 40’s, I was once a ‘tween myself. I remember those days. I remember. As such, I am now officially terrified. Why, you ask? Because I remember how it was. And, I was reminded.


We (Daughter, son, Mama, and I) were walking down a hallway, looking for a classroom. A gaggle of ‘tween boys headed my direction. The tallest, a gangly giraffe looking creature wearing an Avenged Sevenfold tee shirt, served as a reminder of what was, and what, obviously, is about to come. Seeing these creatures approaching, I slowed my pace (my son catching the cue), and the girls got a bit ahead. The boys, specifically Mr. Giraffe couldn’t resist the over the shoulder, half turned glance as my daughter walked by. He turned to keep walking, and happened to make eye contact with me. I smiled at him. That smile that shows the upper row of teeth, and the cold, unemotional eyes. The effect was a shutter resembling what I imagine one being tortured with electricity would manage.


Once we were home, my wife and I compared notes. Evidently, they quit talking as they passed, and Mr. Giraffe lost his train of thought. Knowing ‘tween boys as I do, and seeing where his eyes rested, I amend that. That train was solidly attached to my daughters caboose. He started saying “uh, yeah… um… yeah” as he walked past and continued on. Knowing ‘tween boys from experience, he remembered me until he managed to turn the corner behind us. I am sure he remembered my little peacock hen much longer.


The truly sad part of this story is that my wife felt the need to point all this out to our daughter, who said, and I quote “Him? Yea, I remember him! He was kinda cute.”

sittin in the corner, sharpening my fire axeNever mind me people… I’ll just be in the corner over here, sharpening my fire axe….

sharp or bluntThen there is the real question: Sharp or Blunt?

Forget that question, with a little backup, we can have both!


Published in: on August 18, 2011 at 3:15 pm  Comments (2)  
Tags: ,
%d bloggers like this: