Lessons From Curt Schilling’s Firing

Yesterday, Curt Schilling was fired from his position on ESPN as a baseball analyst. I haven’t followed baseball since elementary school, and honestly had no idea that the former pitcher even worked for the network, as I don’t watch cable TV.

His firing proves an important point, though.

He was fired for a tweet which was critical of transgenders using whatever restroom they “identify” as.

This is not an unpopular or extreme opinion, and it mirrors my own. I don’t give a fuck what you identify as. If you have a cock and balls, you’re not going into a restroom with my mother, my sister, or my girlfriend. I don’t have any children yet, but these people would not be even remotely welcome to share a restroom with a daughter of mine.

The statement I just posted is my opinion, and (although completely rational and understandable) certainly isn’t politically correct. Neither was the meme Curt posted.

ESPN, instead of saying “We disagree with Curt, but he is welcome to his opinion on this sensitive matter” they cowardly chose to bend to the SJW narrative and fire him over it. 


With the prevalence of social media in today’s society, this sort of thing doesn’t surprise me at all. It serves as a sobering reminder:

There is no dividing line anymore. If you work for someone else, they own your sorry ass. You are not welcome to your opinion if it’s not politically correct or in line with the leftists’ narrative.


I recently put in my two weeks’ notice at my part-time gig. It’s the final nail in the coffin of my days spent working for someone else.

I waved goodbye to a promising career several months ago for many reasons.

  • I need to be location-independent
  • I need my vision of my business to be completely untainted by others
  • I need my income to reflect the effort I’m putting in, and not be an arbitrary number determined to be “fair” by an accounting department
  • I need to make money for myself, not just take a tiny percentage after all my superiors have taken their cut

Curt’s situation with ESPN drives home another point:

  • I need to produce income without having to constantly look over my shoulder and worry that the wrong person is going to notice a tweet or a post.

I can only imagine what would happen if I was still in the corporate world and my blog or my Twitter was discovered by someone in HR.

I would be called down to the office, asked to explain my bigoted, offensive viewpoints, and beg for forgiveness. I would offer to immediately suspend my accounts, and promise to be a good little boy from now on.

And after the groveling and begging was done, I’d still end up packing up my desk and walking out of the office hanging my head in shame.


Now, what if a client doesn’t want to work with me? What a shame. Bye.

If someone decides they don’t like my tweets or my blog? What a shame. Bye.

Curt Schilling was playing with fire. He knew what he was doing, and he did it anyway. It wasn’t a calculated risk, but a game of chicken with a tractor trailer, which he obviously lost. Things didn’t play out well for him, but he has no one to blame but himself. Fuck with fire and you’re going to get burned.

I’ve made my final decision. I have no boss, no master, no supervisor. I don’t report to anyone or depend on anyone. I say whatever the fuck I want. I’ve hoisted the black flag, and I’m not planning on lowering it. For better or for worse, I’m on my own, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

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