People are fucking nuts. This country is full of nitwits and assholes. You ever notice that? Nitwits, assholes, fuck-ups, scumbags, jerk-offs, and dipshits. And they all vote. In fact, sometimes you get the impression that they're the only ones who vote. ~George Carlin.
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When men stop believing in God, it isn't that they then believe in nothing: they believe in everything. ~Umberto Eco
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I saw this early this morning.
Last night there was a midair collision between a Bizjet and a VH-60 Blackhawk helicopter over the Potomac River in Washington DC. All 67 people on both aircraft were killed.
"Conservatives" wasted no time in turning that shit into a conspiracy theory and using it to attack "DEI" because they're racist dipshits who think nothing bad would ever happen if only White Men ever got to do anything. Fuck that shit, I'm tired of it.Couple things: #1 Conspiracy theories are lies, get it right. I cannot stress this enough, it's all bullshit. I don't care if it makes you "feel" good. It's bullshit!
Come on, do you actually enjoy being lied to in your personal life?? Why would you accept that in your politics??
#2 If you've ever been in an aircraft (especially a helicopter) at night...it's really pretty easy to become disoriented and unless you have night-vision goggles...which mean you can see, but they restrict your peripheral vision (I've used NVG's in the field at night) you can't see shit and you're reliant on instruments and radio communications to know what the fuck is going on and where you are. I've (obviously) only ever been a passenger in such situations, but that's freaky enough, yo, especially at low altitudes when it's cloudy and shit. (It's actually really cool when you can see the moon, stars, lights from...whatever. I don't know what the conditions were when this happened, but I wouldn't even want to try that shit in an urban environment.
But then, I'm not a pilot nor did I ever have the ambition to be one, in the Air Force I saw those people do some pretty amazing shit, and I've flown plenty, during my service, and both before and after that. Something in my brain likes it just fine on the ground, though.I know just from my Grandpa's stories about his naval aviation service that being a pilot is a dangerous and damn serious business.
The trouble is, a majority of Americans have become a very unserious people.
Anna Paulina Loony *Cough* I mean Luna is trying to propose a bill to add Trump's face to Mount Rushmore.
Now, before racist asshole Gutzon Borglum (Who's also known for the Stone Mountain confederate monument in Georgia, although he was dismissed from that project allegedly due to Klan infighting) carved the visages of four US Presidents on it, Mount Rushmore was a mountain called the Six Grandfathers that was sacred to Native Americans. Now, personally, I have no objection to Mount Rushmore. It is what it is, and like a lot of things it's simply a product of its time. That said, why the hell does anybody think they need to fuck with it?? Leave the shit alone. I kind of gather from people who know more about this than I do that've posted about it online, that the monument is brittle and won't stand much tinkering.
So why not leave it well enough alone??
I know this history, is not one monument to racism and Whiteness enough??
And yeah, when you look at the full facts of the case and who built the thing, yes, that's exactly what it is.
Of course, these fucking people are fanatics and narcissists and pests who can't leave anything well enough alone.Some splinter-sect Anglican priest got caught doing a Nazi salute, and when people blew up about it, he tried blaming it on "The Left" well, then he got fired. Then it came out that he'd been repeatedly turned down by the denomination and only went to their seminary and got ordained in 2022 because (naturally) he's a fucking Trump fanatic who tried to make everything political and a lot of people weren't cool with that.
It's not about God.
It's not about Truth.
Fuck, it's not even about conservatism as that's been traditionally defined.
From Trump on down, it's a grift, a scam, and endless goddamn chain-email begging for money and trying to steal power to get more money and attention for themselves.
Because these fucking people are all shitty little narcissists.
This crap is not sustainable.
Something is going to give.
And goddamn it, I can't help but think that this bullshit has eroded our morality and national spirit such that we are very, very close to falling apart.
Because this is not the America most of us grew up in, expect, or event want.MAGA has very loudly tried to make America synonymous with themselves and Donald Trump. I feel like in a way, they've succeeded but now the world doesn't trust us, we can't trust our government, and most people here much less out in the rest of the world are looking at that with horror.
When things fall apart, you either believe in freedom or you don't.
You're either willing to stand up for your own life and maintain some kind of civilization, or you're not.
Conspiracy theories and lies will kill people.
Conspiracy theories are lies, do not forget this.
Peace is not the product of terror or fear.
Peace is not the silence of cemeteries.
Peace is not the silent result of violent repression.
Peace is the generous, tranquil contribution of all to the good of all.
Peace is dynamism.
Peace is generosity.
It is right and it is duty. ~Saint Oscar Romero.
My black face fades,
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 this way—the stone lets me go.
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.
I touch the name Andrew Johnson; I see the booby trap's white flash.
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.
~Facing It, by Yusef Komunyakaa, US Army Veteran
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