There are three types of racists in the world right now:
1) Your tiki torch march for hate kinda racists
2) Your overturn constitutional law by executive fiat to keep out brown people kinda racists
3) Your shrug and accept that this is your team and you’ll stick by ‘em kinda racists
I swear to god I think I respect the first group more for at least being honest about who they are and what they want. If you vote straight ticket republican in November, I know by your works exactly where you stand. I hope Jesus finds you lukewarm and spits you out when you get to heaven.
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As an oddly timed side note I'd like to keep this blog going with a decidedly less heavy-handed self-editing mode. In thinking about why I even started this blog years ago and why I would want to keep this going I couldn't come up with a good answer. Blogs are such a weirdly anachronistic appendix of the digital world. They don't really have a place because it's a diary that, in theory, contains your emotional state and unpopular opinions left bare for someone to dig up years later and club you over the head with (hence the self-editing).
I'm keeping it going now mostly because I'd like to have an honest accounting of me for my kids some day. No, Ann's not pregnant. Stop. But when I think about the pieces of my dad that I have left it's such an odd assemblage of voicemails and memories and trinkets that it's impossible to keep more than a fuzzy outline of him around. I'm not promising daily updates or anything, but I'd like them to know what I liked and what I disliked. Who I knew, what I read, and what got me up in the morning.
Also though, I think we live in really interesting times and I fucking hate it. It's the worst. Today I woke up, told a robot lady to play the news and she informed me that the president wants to overturn birthright citizenship by executive order. I'm pretty numb to this kind of inane bullshit but this one got me, hence the post above. Someday people will ask me what it is like to live in 2018 and I don't want to have the benefit of hindsight to sand off the rough edges of how awful and angry and racist and scary this time in America was. The myth of progress is tearing us at the seams because people seem to think you can be passive as we backslide into darker days. Well, let this be a record of that backslide. But also pictures of Cassie and a good life scratched out underneath these dark skies.
I have some other drafts I'll publish in the coming days, hopefully I can find time to write about something other than politics.
PS - For the record I'm damning lukewarm christians to an eternal damnation that I don't really believe exists. Jesus seems cool and all but his friends suuuuuuuuck.
1) Your tiki torch march for hate kinda racists
2) Your overturn constitutional law by executive fiat to keep out brown people kinda racists
3) Your shrug and accept that this is your team and you’ll stick by ‘em kinda racists
I swear to god I think I respect the first group more for at least being honest about who they are and what they want. If you vote straight ticket republican in November, I know by your works exactly where you stand. I hope Jesus finds you lukewarm and spits you out when you get to heaven.
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As an oddly timed side note I'd like to keep this blog going with a decidedly less heavy-handed self-editing mode. In thinking about why I even started this blog years ago and why I would want to keep this going I couldn't come up with a good answer. Blogs are such a weirdly anachronistic appendix of the digital world. They don't really have a place because it's a diary that, in theory, contains your emotional state and unpopular opinions left bare for someone to dig up years later and club you over the head with (hence the self-editing).
I'm keeping it going now mostly because I'd like to have an honest accounting of me for my kids some day. No, Ann's not pregnant. Stop. But when I think about the pieces of my dad that I have left it's such an odd assemblage of voicemails and memories and trinkets that it's impossible to keep more than a fuzzy outline of him around. I'm not promising daily updates or anything, but I'd like them to know what I liked and what I disliked. Who I knew, what I read, and what got me up in the morning.
Also though, I think we live in really interesting times and I fucking hate it. It's the worst. Today I woke up, told a robot lady to play the news and she informed me that the president wants to overturn birthright citizenship by executive order. I'm pretty numb to this kind of inane bullshit but this one got me, hence the post above. Someday people will ask me what it is like to live in 2018 and I don't want to have the benefit of hindsight to sand off the rough edges of how awful and angry and racist and scary this time in America was. The myth of progress is tearing us at the seams because people seem to think you can be passive as we backslide into darker days. Well, let this be a record of that backslide. But also pictures of Cassie and a good life scratched out underneath these dark skies.
I have some other drafts I'll publish in the coming days, hopefully I can find time to write about something other than politics.
PS - For the record I'm damning lukewarm christians to an eternal damnation that I don't really believe exists. Jesus seems cool and all but his friends suuuuuuuuck.
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