Well, I guess it’s time to start screaming into the wind again. No one can hear but I’m okay with hopelessness. Sigh. More terrorism, more shootings, more refugees and political hate. And still the question haunts us: Whatever can we do to stop this? Probably not a thing in the world but here are some simple places we could start…
First we could all stop dividing ourselves into bullshit groups and hating each other. Look, there are only humans here. Races, religions, political parties, nationalities, belief systems and the like aren’t real, they’re all just shit we made up. And that’s okay, but it isn’t a good reason to attack each other. I’m lucky, I have all kinds of friends. They include republicans and democrats, old and young, gay and straight, all races and many religions. They even include racists, homophobes, sexists, and all kind of socially unacceptable ideas. There are even a few musicians. AND I DON’T FUCKING CARE. I love every damn one of them. They all make me happy and make my life a better place.
You know doesn’t make me happy though? Watching them shred each other. When you put a hateful FB post about Obama I know it’s going to hurt someone I like, and so will screaming about tea party supporters. If you talk about killing Moslems or refusing aid to refugees I think about some poor hungry scared child. Okay, so I’m a pussy but all this vitriol and hatred can’t help but create the violence we all claim to abhor. Every single time you attack the other party or call someone a name you’re adding to the problem. Maybe we could start by being understanding towards those that think differently and stop calling each other names. We could remember that no one is evil. We could be kind to each other. Every day. It’d be a start.
You know what else might help? We could stop thinking that some deaths are more important than others. Yes, getting blowed up by a suicide bomber sucks, but so does getting run over by a texting driver. Shooters in elementary schools are horrific and so are babies starving to death or dying of dysentery because there’s no clean water. Every death is tragic to someone so let’s stop pretending that some matter and others don’t. If we could do that we might be able to make good political decisions unclouded by righteous anger, victimization or revenge.
And that brings me to my final point. We’re all going to die. We all get hurt and suffer loss. This world is not safe. It never has been and hopefully never will be. Hell, people still get crushed by hippos or stung to death by ants. Modernity has not provided security and to believe otherwise is delusional. Maybe we could stop pretending that security exists and that some outside entity can provide it. If we did this then perhaps we could begin to do the things we need to do to protect ourselves. You know, like making good decisions and paying attention. Or learning to defend yourself and use a weapon. Take responsibility for yourself and the people around you. Stop waiting for an incompetent government that can’t possibly stop every bad thing from occurring and shouldn’t try. That could help a lot.
I know these suggestions are hard things to do. The media and those that support a status quo have a vested interest in keeping us divided, emotional, and feeling special. We’re bombarded with shitty ideas and outrages at every turn but that doesn’t seem to be getting us very far. You know what I think about when I hear about the carnage in California? Not the dead. Not refugees or Islamic extremists. No, I think about a 6 month old little girl who’s sad, deluded parents thought that they were helping. And now she’s an orphan. I can’t find any hate in that. Not one fucking drop.
When someone stands up and demands that society change they receive a chorus of support. When they suggest that it could start with each individual changing themselves they speak to the wind. That’s backwards. I can’t fix the giant shithole the world has become and neither can you, but at least we can try to stop adding to the pile. Saor Alba, Vaya con Dios and Viva la Revolucion, my friends.