Of course I don’t know who I’m making up with, but let’s get on with it.
I posted the following at the Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds board in April this year:
I’m back, this board nourishes me, I can’t sleep, this is a stream-of-conscious thing, just spew and spiel so I can get some sleep; when I say I am into politics I mean I’ll-be-spending-tomorrow-on-the Senate-floor- politics, am not a politician but activist and writer, but I’m not even mad anymore at the legislators, I am and always have been enraged with my own so-called community, leftists, the american left, I try but I know I alienate them, but it is magical for me to encounter an angry person, and think, ok, we have this in common, something to build on, but we aren’t fighting the same battles and I’m sorry theirs are so distant and amorphous as to render them irrelevant when actual torture is happening six blocks from their favorite starbucks.
They want to fight the patriarchy. What’s that? Poof, there it’s gone. No, I am the patriarchy. A male identified tool, etc.
Iraq, ok, real war, a good fight, and Darfur, also a good fight, but why so far away fair lover, prithee why so far? I know why, and am compassionate about fearful things too close to home, but deliberate ignorance and denial, no; my ex used to say you need to slow way down and let people catch up or they’ll just go away, don’t make others take up your cause, but you know, a rule in liberal politics is that you must be *intellectually curious*, so where is the curiosity about what’s happening to our loved ones in the name of mental health? But that’s a specialized area and only squares really care about anything having to do with psychology, and if they would go deeper and I wish they would I think they would encounter justified fear that they could be vulnerable to psychiatric abuses too, and it’s better to just act like this never happens or maybe it will stop.
I’m being generous; the american left is comprised of fake clingy lockstep activist cowards, obsessed with passing for sane.
OK, that was a vent, not some rigid opinion, I still want to find common ground with these people, I just need to complain, it builds resolve, and so does coming here to hide sometimes….
The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.~Rilke
So there, full disclosure. One part of getting over being mad at the left is realizing there’s no such entity as the left, and next on the list when visiting blogtopia is try not to be the horse threadkiller rode in on. That about does it, no more to say, except things just might start looking more conciliatory around here.