A symptom of the selfish nature of the modern American is illustrated when the elevator stops and everyone waiting on that floor tries to get in before others in the arriving elevator can get out. And people do not even say “Excuse me”.

Cars fly by on the four-lane highway to my fitness center at The Turning Stone Casino. We end up at the next red light, together. I don’t flip them off. The car may be packing.

America is the land of the free, home of the brave, and (rumored) home of The Cowboy, The Rugged, Self-Reliant Individual, or RSI. So say the beer and car ads. The favorite movie image of the RSI is someone who exists on their own, doesn’t act immorally, helps others, and is often cranky as shite. John Wayne and Jeff Bridges–playing Rooster Cogburn in two different True Grit movies–are examples. Most RSIs want to be left alone to live their lives away from the morons and mores of modern society, but when forced to choose between their need to be left alone and the needs of someone lesser than them, the Rooster Cogburns of the movie world do the Right Thing. Dirty Harry comes to mind, too. And when they bend the rules or break a law it’s for a good reason. It is significant these characters are keepers of the peace, lawmen, in their fictional worlds. They are unique characters who use the rules to support the law, to keep the peace, and defend the defenseless. They did things their way, usually, and their world is a better place.*

Somehow, the RSI image has been transformed by modern society into a “laws don’t apply to me” attitude in citizens who pat themselves on the back for being free, independent, righteous souls. The cars doing 80 and passing me are breaking the law and those drivers know it. They simply don’t believe the laws apply to them, or they wouldn’t be breaking the laws.** The elevator thing is not a law but an unwritten rule more about common sense and societal consideration, but still the same idea: we all don’t want to wait for others, we are specially privileged to do things our way at our speed, and feck the rest of you.

This attitude used to be the norm for the rich, famous, or otherwise powerful. The Vanderbilts and Rockefellers, people whose money fixed and managed everything. But now it is in the minds of people who think themselves better than others. You see it in Facebook posts, Twitter (X) messages, on-line comments, and modern entertainment offerings.  And politics. Think of a friend who believes their political party is the only intelligent, caring one. What about you?

Our divided American is a diverse and inclusive mix of races, creeds, colors, and intelligence levels. If we want to save America and save society, RSIs are the answer, but where are they? The false bravado of wannabe RSIs is tearing apart society as modern American posers focus and posture on issues better left to the races, creeds, colors, and individuals involved. I, for one, marvel at the courage and strength it takes to tell the world you are not the way you were born, and you want to follow another path. The disabled, the transgender, the sexually confused, the politically inane, the poor, all need support, not criticism. We should not be concerned with tax breaks and regulation reform to enable rich to get richer. We should ask rich people to pay more, to use some of the money they legally took from us to help others less well-off. If the rich were RSIs and not selfish, greedy Americans, they’d do it on their own. And–I’ve heard–some do.

Note: It’s ironically unsafe and illogical to use “whataboutisms” in any argument. It is a backword, lazy, and half-assed way to view the world that has become part of our discussions. In its extreme, it says you can kill me because I killed Bill because he killed Mary who killed John who killed…and no one got arrested.

It’s a nonsensical Goose-Gander Argument*** sucking the intelligence and compromise out of American Society.

Let’s stop it. Now.

*Can’t help but remember the iconic movie scene where Dirty Harry is sent to negotiate with bank robbers. He returns from talking, gets in a police car and drives it into the bank. When his captain asks him why, Harry says “They wanted a car.”

**Of course, I’ve broken laws without consequence before: I am An American.

***Geese poop is what? Geese’s feces?