Last Rights

Drifting off to sleep with our song humming low... Marble arches, victory marches and you. Melancholy melody motivates memories meant to mesmerize and maintain. Your arrival us but a day away.

Good night, my love.

Screw Your Privilege.

     I think what has gotten away from us as a whole is that we went from wanting to treat kindly (and be treated kindly) by our family and friends, then mistook it to mean everyone has to be nice to everyone. What an absolutely childish mindset, to feel as an adult that anyone should bow to your whims solely based on the personal choice to be 'different' - while seeking to dilute the idea of 'normal' to the point it has become a symbol of hate. Do people just expect to go through life without any inconvenience or even injustice? Why would someone feel they are entitled to me treating them according to their idea of the world in place of my own philosophies?

          We, as a society, need to return to a place where logic was the rule of the day. Some people would need thicker skin, some people's feelings will be hurt, but we will be able to continue to grow as a species. This naive belief that we can walk through life pain-free and without difficulty is a fool's folly that only makes the rest of us suffer. I shouldn't look over my shoulder in the restaurant to be sure that no one is offended, and I will not do so. I will fight for my beliefs and I will fight you for trying to impress upon me your worldview. I won't quietly sit by and be accosted, I will instead fight you and pay the price.

Shane is a Nice Name.

     The true beauty of diversity has been perverted and eviscerated by the cancer of political correctness. In one morning, I have had breakfast with a Nicaraguan while being served by a Lithiunian lovely; purchased a bong and learned from a Middle Eastern Male and shared drinks and cheered for both soccer and Irish Football (alongside a friendly father of one of the players on tv). I asked the waitress where her accent was from out of fascination, not folly. I was openly ignorant of Irish football rules, but was able to cheer the action and have the father discuss the sport and not get his feelings hurt for me not knowing a sport a world away. People don't know what the don't know, and you as a 'different person' only have a right to explanation of your 'truth', but I don't have to be changed or affected if I choose not to.

     When did we lose the right to disagree and be done with it? And when can we bring Irish football to America to be played by the ladies above? 😬

In Context

      I have had opportunity lately to find more and more that modern spciety has no need to try and actually be reasonable anymore. People rail against each other for benign circumstances, everyone tries to be 'the same' (to span an enormous gulf) or to rage against historical facts with modern knowledge. We've been destroying our idols for years (who to look up to now?), so now a large degree of malice has been pointed squarely at those heroes littered through history - and are not available to defend themselves. Do so many people live such a sadsack existence that all people of greatness must be torn down to create 'equality'? What happened to those who strived to be better to match their idols? Now many wallow in their venomous contempt and assault others with fiction and double think. Sad.

Achilles?

     My (former?) best friend recently brought up an interesting question - if I was a super hero and had to pick my Kryptonite, what would it be? Initially, I was going to answer rejection, because I hate the inevitable flake factor many people possess. However, my comfort level with rejection is high, as mostly every important person in my life has life in a matter of time. A season, if you will. No, my weakness is time. Invariably, there seems to be a shelf life on how long people can deal with me. Even then, I never imagined my brother who saved my life and accepted me would turn. In this case, my weakness is 'the times', as the current political climate has become toxic in our disagreement. My best friend and best man is no longer aware enough to recognize his world view is toxic to me and himself. Sad.

Racism - the New Religion

      Many years ago, Minor Threat sang about it in "Filler". Tupac took it on many years later in "Ain't Mad at Ya". Religions interfering in long term friendships. And now race has wrecked mine. I guess Minir Threat was ahead of the curve when they wrote "Guilty of Being White". Maniacal devotion to an ideal that prohibits others... Sounds like a religion to me. The worst thing is the proclaimed 'victims' are those who spout racist remarks that marginalize the real horrors in this country. 

      But why ruin a good fantasy with facts?

Consideration, Not Contempt

And what of me, in all of this?

I am far from a perfect being

Broken and horrible inside;

Self-aware enough to know that 

My desires and my mind's eye

Put me at a disadvantage,

Left feeling a belligerent,

But also bruised sense of meaning.

Claiming and denying to my 

Unmitigated averageness -

I am anything but present.

Ascending toward average

From my place in myopia;

Big dreams with no chance of success.

Buddha says that my wanting is 

Sufferings worldly beginnings,

But I will not leave want alone.

A meal, a song, a hug, a text

Can be deemed as a mild success 

Or leave me feeling discomfort

Within, a void and rejection.

People are a season, I've found

But it was never to be me.

So many, so easy to escape

But I thought I was something else.

I must store away my yearnings

And focus on what I have now,

In this pivotal journey home.

In a brief moment of silence

My mind is able to again

Project forward and play pretend,

Leaving me craving and vulgar.