Why the social taboos?

Like many of the heavy drinkers I know and a lot of the heroin junkies I see on the street that have gotten hold of a weaker strain of junk than usual, I have often wondered about the social taboos of the shart. I think we all know what a shart is, many of us either when attacked by a flu bug, food poisoning or just good old too much beer, have sharted ourselves. Some will call it a wet one, or playing the oops poops gamble, whatever you call it, it simply means you thought you were going to fart and it ended up being a liquid mixture of feces, shame and disapproving, sideways glances. My question is this. Why is it so looked down upon by the self styled non-sharters on the planet? I think sharts are like strong opinions, everyone has them in you but when you share them with others, they get disturbed. Now I am a healthy male so my sharts are few and far between but many aren't so fortunate. I am just writing this to make you all aware of the sharters in your neighborhood, it could be a friend, a family member, even a lover. Who knows who the sharters close to you are and, without a thorough inspection of their unwashed undergarments, it is really difficult to tell. Is that guy a sharter? Maybe he doesn't know how to wipe properly, or perhaps he is just one of the many people in this world that smells mysteriously of butt. I'm no expert so it's not really up to me to speculate. What I will say for sharters is this, they are brave, proud people that go out in this world and sit on hot bus seats, even though they know they may have to make another uncomfortable. Look at us, how we look at people in wheelchairs and those that suffer from social anxiety disorders. We treat them like hero's as they pass us by, not so the sharter. We look down on these people with disgusted glares and shake our heads. Well what if the tables were turned? What if you woke up tomorrow in a world where non-sharters were the freaks, pushed aside by the stench of bigotry and dookie? How would you like it? You wouldn't approve at all and I bet you would make a sludge pond in your drawers just to fit in. You weak bastards. I say "Ask not for whom the sphincter fails, it fails for thee"!

On the more realistic side of this, I have been witness, this summer alone, four adult males and two females that pissed themselves standing at the doorway of my bar. I have also had three sharters and two other people with massive cases of buttsplosion in my bar. I have worked in a lot of bars in my day and never seen anything, like this. God I have a love hate thing going on with San Diego.