oh, politics. i don’t mind a debate here and there because for the most part we can remain civil and it exercises some interesting parts of my brain when i select certain logical fallacies to support whatever argument. oh, don’t act like you don’t too.
yet, it does drain me. that’s why i decided to delete a few such debates on my facebook. usually i just post music or jokes. getting political is messy. most of the time i like messy. its fun.
but not today. today i was spending too much time thinking about ten year old kids that lost their classmates and their bullies and their best friends and moms and dads that lost their sons and daughters and didn’t get to see them learn to ride bikes or learn long division or learn to drive or learn to apply makeup or learn to cook while nearly burning the house down or watch rated R movies for the first time or graduate into middle school or take ballet/piano/guitar lessons or start playing sports or graduate into high school or start resenting them or go to college or get knocked up and have kids and learn the same things they taught their parents and start this cycle all over.
i saw so many people posting on facebooks and twitters stuff about guns and laws and stuff and so i responded and now i don’t want to respond. that isn’t cowardice, is it? i don’t want or need to call people to action. i just want to post music or jokes. i don’t want people to vote better. i want people to live better. i hope sharing stupid things i listen to on youtube or stupid things i read in online magazines, that will make people live better.
i spent my entire day in a stupor. i was slow to respond to anyone that spoke to me and i felt kind of listless, drifting around, that kind of thing. i don’t think arguing on the internet helped.
the only way i got out of my stupor was my girlfriend sneaking beers (thank God for purses) into ‘killing them softly’ a brad pitt movie that quentin tarantino endorsed because he endorses all his friends and maybe i got out of my stupor because i watched fake people kill fake people or maybe i got out of my stupor because of the beer i snuck in but either way i’m drunk now and it’s raining in the most beautiful way and i think things might just be alright for everyone, not happily ever after, but alright in small bits that we consume like ants carrying bits of a whole back to the hive if that makes sense.
anyway, the movie ended with this quote:
Jackie Cogan: My friend, Thomas Jefferson is an American saint because he wrote the words ‘All men are created equal’, words he clearly didn’t believe since he allowed his own children to live in slavery. He’s a rich white snob who’s sick of paying taxes to the Brits. So, yeah, he writes some lovely words and aroused the rabble and they went and died for those words while he sat back and drank his wine and fucked his slave girl. This guy [points to Obama on a TV screen] wants to tell me we’re living in a community? Don’t make me laugh. I’m living in America, and in America you’re on your own. America’s not a country. It’s just a business. Now fuckin’ pay me.
and that’s sort of how i feel, again getting all political, because as much as it depresses me, i can’t help it. i hope this answers your questions about why you’re wrong. thank you.