How nice it would be if rude people
were useful. It comes sometimes as an attempt to be clever, but
mostly I believe it is an inherited trait. Those sad things with
short imagination that must copulate or lose the chance to increase
rudeness in the world.
As a species they have, like you or I,
evolved from the same primordial slime. But for them a branch of the
tree has been reserved. It is a leafless and noisy place.
In the evening as they roost, one can watch
them loudly bicker over qualities that wisdom should ignore. They
stand greedy for the correct make of sunglass, or tennis shoe, or other
shopping experience. For some reason, they buy the most expensive
cheeses. And then as the morning comes their display is
to scatter across the public space dispensing drops of irritation.
Strangely they cluster. An attempt I suppose to first limit
civility, isolate it and then eradicate it square mile by square
mile. But in our brave world, tolerance is a necessary attribute.
Otherwise and it would be: "kill them all and let God decide."
An Irish grandfather reckoned that pointing at a bald man
"beaver!" brought good luck. A something that never seemed
quite fair and was often embarrassing. And here I have heard of
a distant culture where the polite point at the rude and say something
like "car car!" to bring luck.
Whatever "car car" might mean, it does seem a very adequate