Enlightenment and Nachos

A wise woman once told me :

the purpose of our words is not to win but to be understood, anyone that tells you differently is trying to sell you something.

If any of the following offends, I understand, but I don’t care.

I worry when people cry, “Don’t be woke.” At the very least, it suggests that you want everyone to not pay attention…

I am not afraid.
Concerned, abso-[EXPLETIVE DELETED]-lutely! Scared? Not in the slightest. Of course, I have not been scared of DEATH since the first day of eighth grade (long story I will get into later.) Think of it as the ultimate cheat code. The opportunity to know why you are here without worrying about what you are doing might not be right, and never being able to explain it to everyone. It is important to know that no matter what you say, someone will always disagree (Rule 6. The opposite of what you believe is also true.). We should be allowed to disagree. However, we must first learn to respect one another first.

For many of you who need help with that last part, consider this: Why is the only reason absolutely all of us could get along if we all had someone else to hate? Furthermore, why can it not be different? Now that you are really angry at me, why does the idea of ‘them’ being the same as ‘us’ scare you? If we are all so truly lonely… WHY NOT BE FRIENDS?

The hard thing is that becoming cordial with each other is not easy; this is because many humans find it difficult to perform mental gymnastics all the time for little to no reward. Of course, that suggests that many struggle with finding the concept of making friends rewarding in and of itself, which is fair given the amount of fear pumped into most humans’ daily experience. This is because fear makes most people malleable to bad ideas.

That same wise woman also told me once:

“People only have to be sold on a bad idea, a good idea sells itself.”

I have always wondered what other people are thinking. I get how they are feeling, trauma has a way of sharpening the sense to a level some would call metaphysical. You become sensitive to how people around you feel, especially when it might be the only warning you get. I was born to a couple kids that (really long story stupidly short) did not have their shit together. They were both hard working, blue collar americans; stubborn to a fault, and as gullible as anyone with their ego still intact. When pressed I can confidently say they did their very best.

The bar was not very high.

They failed miserably.

This was not entirely their fault. We were all dealt bad hands and did our best to survive. I used to hear people argue the difference between raising and rearing a child. To be perfectly honest either would of been lovely; we were trained. You can’t survive the life I’ve lived if you weren’t so I could be grateful but…

“should have, could have , would have; have never done a thing”

Therapist

I notice a lot of people like to categorize things. makes them feel like they are easier to accept or ignore based on the boxes they find or put them in. I understand why this is the case.

I do not agree with it in the slightest, but I can see the appeal -albeit unfavorably.

Ignorance has been attributed to bliss by the kinds of people that conflate ignorance with complacency, bliss with acceptance, and The Geneva Convention as mandatory minimum recommendations; but I am an angry ‘white man’ (I am actually half white but it points out the racism in a given system pretty fast). This usually only limits my privilege if I share this fact. The difference is I am angry at the people that think that there is any other race than human; getting angry about all the inclusion and diversity.

I see characters that look nothing like me and get curious rather than angry.

I know the only secret cabal trying to remove anyone’s culture anywhere in the world is and has always been Imperialism Colonialism which use such boogeyman arguments as ways to generate fear that there is any difference between you and anyone else that could not be attributed to the complete randomness of birth; out of any single persons’ control and therefore not sacred in the least, yet requisite of all that is necessary to be deemed human and therefore entitled to certain unalienable rights. None of of which should diminish or remove the rights of anyone else not hurting someone (and the rights of those willing to take or ignore the rights of others is a matter of debate), but if must be enumerated by so that you know where I stand then let it be done so to clarify that

• all people born are entitled to self-determination
• life free of fear
• safety without compromising freedoms
• prosperity without exploitation
• happiness without manipulation

But I am a simple guy and in the words of another wise woman

“anything you can’t live with is, therefore, your own lookout”

Trillian

Pity I am not allowed to vote, but that was the way the system was designed a hundred years ago -to keep power in the hands of people that like things the way they are; and giving a voice to people that have seen just how broken the system is would be dangerous to the status quo.

I have (thankfully) no delusions that a civil war is not only a bad idea but a stupid one. It’s like suggesting the country pull a Gypsy Rose and hope for the best. The funny thing is by allowing the government to systematically dismantle our public education in the defense of religions that don’t pay taxes has created a world where people now no longer understand what other options are available to change the world they live in… this is what you get for trying to codify into your education system that the last civil war was somehow the ‘high point’ of our country. Or what you get when you only read one book.

And don’t get me started on the cowardice of the Patriarchy. Or any of that super pathetic ‘alpha male’ [EXPLITIVE DELETED] that should keep themselves safe or finish growing up whichever comes first.

TlDr; Saying something is complex rather than making it simple is a bad answer, to a good question. (Can I use White Audacity for ‘good’ instead of evil?)