Some threads in the social media universe have been lambasting brown folk, women, the marginalized, liberals, anyone who isn't butthole licking the current administration and its proponents, as having some kind of moral defect for either showing some kind of glee at the harm upon their own that has been occurring, or for going about their lives investing in their own happiness which includes copious degrees of "...we'll see about that!" For starters, no one gets to say shit about me creating and taking joy on a daily basis from things that do no other any harm. Especially being a hater. My own version of this criticized behavior ain't got shit to do with any of their lives or livelihoods. You didn't show up on election day. Wipe your own kids asses and leave me alone.
For a country that really REALLY makes hay out of white people (especially white men) saying "leave me alone!", it sure does like to bother the rest of us. Take your failure at winning a game rigged in your favor and get some therapy already. Being a hater is as American as Don Rickles and Bea Arthur. So leave me in peace as I find joy in whatever I want, like my jazz albums, BBC mysteries, Star Trek, whiskey, and especially your misery at being miserable. What a symbol of the culture: you can't even be happy when things go your way, you can only be happy when your joy comes at the expense of others. My hater-ness includes your misery, but only this American form of sore winner. Go french kiss your dog's ass and leave me alone.
But that's actually the problem. It's not getting their way, it's that our joy is an affront to them. It's our own power, to find and experience joy outside of their control. I don't have to experience joy with their permission in ways they approve. That's almost the antithesis to joy. And nothing, I mean NOTHING, drives the WASW (white American sore winner) more nuts than our indifference to them. Then comes the violence, in many forms. Killer Mike might be right, we may need our own banks and firearms to ensure our independence and joy. But it galls them to this end, to state sanctioned violence. To which I say: eat a hot bowl of dicks and leave us alone.
Great protests today. Keep that energy when, you know, there's an actual election. Until then, leave us alone. Just show up for the next 30 years and don't expect a high five or reward. In this moment I think of two quotes that touch upon how I feel:
All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the ski:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
- W.H. Auden, September 1. 1939
...and
"May we release ourselves from the need to fit every truth neatly into our own language. May we occasionally forget ourselves long enough to remember each other." - The Atheist Prayer
Also, playing some Blakey always helps.
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