To the insecure young person who drove by me and yelled “You’re gay!” as I was walking home. That’s not an insult. If you really want to cut me down, tell me my perception of the world is purely binary. Tell me I only see things in terms of black or white, gay or straight, conservative or liberal. Maybe that’s a lot for a coward to get out while speeding past someone at 35 mph, so for the sake of simplicity, just yell, “You’re straight!” That’s an assumption that would bother me.
The very idea of imposing a fee for medical services, life-saving or not, is vile, if not entirely evil.
Management is a conjuration of the Oligarchy to keep laborers underfoot. You can write the order, run the department, manage the store, together, without some boss who probably has no idea what your job is or how hard you work. The day we fold our arms is the day the world stops, and the wealthy realize who make it go round.
atoms split, people part
it’s a cycle, not an art
don’t let living
end the music in your heart
My neurons choke like dying stars above
a city on fire on the Fourth of July.
A locus swarm aura can’t cut the noose
of insecurity in a decade of drought.
Eating myself alive and every time I’m
reborn again with the grass in spring.
My mind wanders like old porn reels
for the houseless or horny at 4 AM.
A tall tale presence in a dark oak casket
kicking and crying under dinosaur shit.
Breakdown under the space-time grindstone
we season the cosmic’s final cold meal.
People make very peculiar associations, like marching and joblessness. If we’re talking about the Women’s March on Washington, that was on a Saturday. Still, it’s important to remember that the Obama Administration brought the unemployment rate down to a historical 4.8 percent. So, only a handful of protesters would have been Unemployed, one of the qualifications of which is actively seeking employment. But let’s put all that aside and assume the crowd was all women and that they all have great full-time work—they’re making 80 cents for every dollar a man gets. The gap increases for women of color, 64 cents for African American women and 56 cents for Latinas. The gap increases even more for non-binary and transgender women. Furthermore, it’s a huge mistake to define people by their job. Plenty of people have admirable jobs and they’re assholes. Many can’t work at all and they’re terrific people. We’re snowflakes, hemmed together by cells we have no power over and thrust into a cold world with no real direction or assurance we won’t simply melt in the hot hand of death. That’s why it’s important to march against all forces of oppression and stand in solidarity. A single snowflake is harmless, a million of them is an avalanche.
You can’t turn away refugees and say you’re a Christian.
You can’t turn away refugees and say all lives matter.
You can’t turn away refugees and say you’re pro-life.
I saw a young mother nearly dragging her child through the produce department I work at. I assume the kid had acted out because that’s what they do, but this mom wasn’t having it. She was spewing expletives between threats of punishment and worse, spanking.
I always thought it was fucked that my parents spanked me, I’ve always believed it was wrong to assault people. And teaching them to do things simply for the sake of avoiding punishment isn’t any better.
What if God had told Moses to cook and eat his firstborn? Why not? Humanity has let its children bleed out to please gods we’ve never heard of nor care about. All God ever offers is ‘do these things or suffer’, and that makes the rules meaningless. Maybe that’s why it’s easy to pick the ones that make the most sense based on what we already know to be right or wrong. We agreed on the Ten and typically don’t talk about all the other weird, pointless, racist, and sexist things therein.
We all have a typical code of ethics, it has nothing to do with deities and everything to do with the brain. We don’t need rules, we don’t need punishments. Being a good person requires nothing more than exercising the neurons that aid us in viewing the world through different eyes.
Global collapse, war, pollution, these are good reasons for finding a way off this marble. The heavens have gripped our curiosity since our eyes first fell upon their beauty. It’s easy to imagine life on the galactic frontier, drawing new maps, growing food, and starting a family with whom to share the martian sunset.
If that’s your fallback, I have some bad news. There’s an order of importance and it doesn’t typically include the poor. Virgin Galactic doesn’t charge $2.50 per ticket, they suck $250,000 from your checking account, and all that gets you is a few measly miles out into the dark frigid void.
Also, odds are, anything we send out to Mars will mirror the fate of the Titanic, only on a galactic level and an order of magnitude more horrifying.
We must come to accept the simple truth, if we can’t fix this place, we’re certainly not to going to escape it. I can’t blame anyone for making the attempt. Who wants to be here when things really go to shit and the weather becomes vastly more destructive and unpredictable, destabilizing farming, making basic things into rare commodities, and the price of essentials skyrocket? People are raiding grocery stores for pantry items, stabbing and shooting one another over tampons and condoms, Kombucha, baby formula, and bottled water.
Things vital to life should be free. Unfortunately, the people we elect, and the presidents the Electoral College pick for us, don’t think we deserve basic rights and services, so I fail to understand how we’re going to populate a planet 140 million miles away?