Rebel without a clue!
If you holds a dissenting or 'unpopular' opinion, or if you're in the minority when it comes to favoured pairings, TV shows or favourite type of undies...

...You're not oppressed. No, really.

And you're not a Martyr For The Cause.

You are neither Anne Frank nor Harriet Tubman nor Martin Luther King Jr. nor Oskar Schindler. You are not 'like the Jews' or 'like the slaves' or 'like the gays' or any other hyperbolically nonsensical 'like the'. Seriously.

Likewise, your 'opponents' - the people who disagree with you - are neither Good Old One-Nut Adolf nor Mussolini nor Slave Owner Foobaz nor...whoever that guy was what assassinated Martin Luther King Jr. They are not the KKK or the SS, nor are they any other group of offensive letters. They are not out to tar and feather you (mostly). Much of what you perceive as Inquisition-style persecution is actually bamboozled boggling and bemusement, in the manner of the famous O RLY owl. In short, we're going "HUH?" not "EET!"

By disagreeing with your opinion, I am not automatically also taking the Nazis' side or the fundies' side or the pointy-heads' side. I am not 'like an anti-semite' or a 'gay basher' because I disagree with you, and furthermore, what are you smoking and where can I get some, because dayumn. XD;

Seriously, this Super Wheedle pro-victim cantering about on a high horse whilst dangling woefully from your cross (with a little rainbow-flag stuck on the top!) is getting old.

It was old months ago.

It's so old, in fact, that it is dead.

Not pining for the fjords, dead. And it's decomposing, and there are flies. Stop it.

Having an unpopular opinion does not make one a martyr any more than hurling a katana at each passing chopper makes one the long-lost third sibling of the Fujimiya family.

So please, put the high horse out to pasture, get off that rhinestone studded cross there, and make your case without the melodrama and mudslinging and general all-around bollocks. The WOEZ AND PATHOS approach to things doesn't make me wanna listen.

It does, however, REALLY makes me wanna throw roses at you. Pointy-bits-first. Whee!