Tuesday, 1 May 2018

Ghost of the past from a history that never really was

If you ever needed proof that Goldman Sachs is the enemy of anything good look no further. Not that it wasn't already fairly obvious, but then I'm not sure enough people are looking in the first place with things like this masquerading as news. I suppose it could be argued that an act of heroism to some is an act of terrorism others, except that 9/11 had no heroes since the narrative was a work of fiction propagated by the real killers, whom we've long ceased hunting or never started hunting to begin with. 

I find it rather jarring to read stories about "the civil war in Syria" going on about the Russians, Iranians, Israelis, and Americans which somehow fail to mention the Syrians... Maybe it's because the last time I looked up the term for civil war it had less to do with other countries bombing one country, and more to do with civilians trying to overthrow their government, but that could just a part of the shared dream forgotten by the majority like so many other histories which are no longer what they once were. 

Of course, nothing is allowed to be what it was because it's all out of bounds due to some symbolic abuses from the past that, despite transforming into the Phoenix of overcoming such abuses are still somehow abusive. I think... Are we not supposed to remember what it was, or what it became? Regardless of the answer, that which we don't remember, we tend to repeat which I find the most offensive of all. The struggle is real and an explosive prom dress Twitter post is only the outcome of a much larger problem which seems to go largely undiagnosed. We have become so distracted in our pursuit of outrage that we don't know what we're really angry about I the first place. 

I've been having the kind of day where just about everyone I've had random interactions with have been pissing me I off. I mean truly random one-off people whose names I don't know, whom, were today a movie, would be credited as 'guy at bus stop' or 'woman walking dog' or 'waiter number 2'. I must be radiating a giant kick-me sign or something.


Friday, 23 February 2018

The dreaded A-Word

Admittedly I have been out of the game for a while. I've not been writing, I've not been reading, I've not be watching. Sure there have been things that have caught my eye here and there, but nothing t that's inspired me to write.

Then along comes this bizarre headline from major news outlets, and i mean, pretty much all of them, refuting claims that David Hogg is a crisis actor... Curious as I am by nature, I search. And I search. And I search some more... I can't find any such claim anywhere, only references to a YouTube video that had been deleted under the site's anti-bullying policy. 


I know a lot of rude and obscene names to call people, and I've used many of them, sometimes, right to people's faces if I feel they've earned it, but I've never had the gall to call someone the A-word... I'm not referring to the common asshole here, I call a lot of people that almost daily. That word rolls of the tongue easier than douchebag. 

No. I'm talking about the word actor. I've only called one person that: this guy I met that was in a bunch of commercials for a local cable provider... But he called himself that first so I thought it was okay. Had I known it was so derogatory at the time I'd have used a less offensive term, like whore. So, I humbly apologize to that guy I met some twelve years ago and whose name I've long since forgotten, I didn't realize at that time, the stigma and PTSD inducing language I was insulting you with.

I mean, it's made worldwide headlines that some bully made a video calling some guy we've never heard of before last week, an actor. The horror! The agony! The trauma. And with fourteen pages of search results of claims that it's simply not true, this must be the new n-word that features so prominently in rap music.