"The fight is here; I need ammunition, not a ride."
~Volodymyr Zelenskyy, allegedly 25 February 2022, Associated Press
I saw this bullshit on Sunday night at work.
Seriously?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Clay Travis, alleged lifelong Democrat pre-Trump...talking shit about Travis Kelce for doing Bud Light commercials and vaccine PSA's...deliberately equating both with Democrats and femininity as if 90% of the people buying Bud Light at my job aren't old fat bearded Republican dudes...yeah, motherfucker. You might've worked for Al Gore and shit...but I can tell exactly what kind of Democrat you were. The kind that was a fanatical New Dealer until the New Deal had to include Black people (and then they drifted around to Reaganomics eventually) and that was proudly a "Southern Democrat" until a lot of Black people and women were also Southern Democrats and that meant your ass couldn't say no racial slurs no more, and all your misogynistic "jokes" weren't funny.Yeah, fuck you, dude. No one cares what you think.And why, deliberately, provoke a fight with an artist that has a famously active fan base, already registers young people to vote for the other team, and both she and her fans already don't like your ass??
I mean, I have no doubt that all these Republican idiots think they'll just somehow manage to out-Power a vast, reactive pop-culture fandom composed overwhelmingly of the people who'll be, ya know, responsible for their Elder Care and shit when they get old.
At least since the tail end of Generation X, it very much seems like younger people are no longer getting more conservative as they age.
In my case, it was literally the opposite, I was more conservative 30 years ago.
Evidence suggests this is because the Baby Boomers and those politically adjacent to them are still bogarting all the money. You fuckers never gave me a financial or physical reason to be conservative and were happy to let life and the dishonest among you trash my ideological and religious preferences until they didn't exist anymore...and then that somehow was my fault??
(It's no wonder I was a raging alcoholic as a younger person.)
In fact, you people mostly laughed about it and told me to go fuck myself before and during my divorce when I was in pain. And then the lot of you set all your alleged values (you know, the ones you taught me and that I actually believed in) on fire and walked away laughing when Trump came along.
So...too bad.
You see "Societal Decline."
(Mind you, when Taylor Swift first rocketed to stardom, Bush 43 was President.)
I see "People freeing themselves from the Power of assholes who never deserved to have it."
Do I necessarily like what those people do? No, not necessarily. But, Republicans, the difference between you and me is that I actually believe it's not my place to say what somebody else does.
I was taught minding my own business was a conservative value. It's funny how, where you see that at all these days, it only goes so far as ignoring genocidal invasions and letting authoritarian demagogues try to conquer the world.
It's funny how the FBI was cool when closeted-homosexual right-wing Republican J. Edgar Hoover ran it and it spied on the Black Panthers. It's funny how they loved the CIA when it was spying on Malcolm X, but now that it actually stands for American rather than elite interests, they hate it. They think the Power of the State should be used to protect Whiteness and Wealth and suppress all else. How'd that work when, twice, in both the 1930's and the 1960's you could argue that it brought America very close to revolution...and still failed to suppress the advancement of African Americans or women.
Nobody, least of all Black people, Disabled people, Latinos, LGBT people, non-Christians, other People of Color, Ukrainians (or any non-Russian Europeans) women or even the "Wrong" kind of Christians (which is pretty much anybody who doesn't think Trump is Jesus) has any incentive to go along with these fucking people's bullshit.
If you want a better country, you have to be a better citizen. You want a better world? Be a better person.
And this? This ain't it.
Glorifying racist, sexist, selfish assholes is what got us into this goddamned mess.
And that still wasn't enough.
The second they could, they shoved Ayn Rand out of the way and deified Donald fucking Trump.
You want to get rid of these assholes, at least enough so they're not farting their bullshit all over social media? Let alone get it so we have a majority of people in our government (be they appointed, elected or hired) that value people over power and wealth??It's going to come down to a fight. That's what the Right wants, and too many Americans are willing to let it escalate to that point instead of standing up now and saying "No."
But this is America, if you're a leader here, your power devolves from the consent of the governed...from the People, not the size of your bank account.
And for some people, it's no longer "good enough" to have to somehow persuade some of us that it's really the opposite.
But the truth is, in our system people like the President answer to us, not we to them. And that's why Trump wants to tear it down.
To motherfuckers like him, it'll always be 1775, what happened the next year is inconvenient to their narcissism.
Trump wants to be a King in the nation that rejected the concept as part of its own founding.
Remember that, because it's going to be on the test.
If you want something even as simple as assholes not feeling like it's alright to say misogynistic shit about another dude (and where do you think the ladies stand with such a person?) we're going to have to fight for that.
Because the alternative, really, is that we're all nothing but human capital stock to these motherfuckers.
Слава Україна!
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn't
dammit: No tears.
I'm stone. I'm flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night slanted against morning.
I turn that way—I'm inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.
I go down the 58,022 names,
half-expecting to find
my own in letters like smoke.
Names shimmer on a woman's blouse
but when she walks away
the names stay on the wall.
Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's
wings cutting across my stare.
The sky. A plane in the sky.
A white vet's image floats
closer to me, then his pale eyes
look through mine. I'm a window.
He's lost his right arm
inside the stone. In the black mirror
a woman’s trying to erase names:
No, she's brushing a boy's hair.
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