Hi. This is your friendly neighborhood leftist. Contrary to popular opinion, most of us will compromise. Many of us are pragmatic. You tell us we don’t know how policy is made or are too rigid, are idealistic. That last one is quite funny. …
I think maybe one of the primary ways in which I determine the value of someone's ideas, thoughts, beliefs, and so on is their level of curiosity.
It isn't about agreement - though I value and practice bridge creation. I can have a fairly different set of ideological positions, or…
Thanks for coming to my Friday Rant.
Many liberals and some progressives seem to believe that other progressives and leftists "don't understand how government / policy works"
And in some cases this is correct. And in the case of desperate people, especially so. Why would they be bothered with the…
Can we stop referencing the "framers/founders" as if they are eternal gods to be worshipped? (US centric post)
Ok cool. They made some advancements in political technology.
But I find it wears to constantly hear about what the "founders" would think or want. Slavery alone is a monstrosity. And…
-Principles of the Dead-
You want to know what's wrong with us kids today?
Well you are asking the wrong question.
What's wrong with you today?
I went to sleep with you the moral arbiter and I woke up with the building burning.
I went to sleep bundled up by the lie of your love and woke up with the truth of your death.
The fire won't touch us. The fire won't touch us. And that's okay. Okay?
Mother, what is that smell?
Oh baby it's just some deadwood, we're cold.
Father, are we in hell?
Oh darlin' we just need room to breathe.
Should I stop the cradle burning?
It's too late for that, she says.
Just look ahead, she says.
The fire won't touch us. The fire won't touch us.
And that's okay, okay..
Says her corpse, okay, okay.
-Rebecca M. Forté
I've got something to talk about, but I am just a little afraid. An itch where I cannot reach is bothering me. When I try to gently rub it, it leaves me unsatisfied and a little bitter. It dispels the worst for a minute or two, then flares brighter, hotter.
I can feel it spreading, and I can feel it sinking in. It is a hundred cuts in my gut. It's a sacrifice I am supposed to make, though I can't clearly see who benefits. Does anyone benefit from pointless martyrdom?
You see, it is such a tiny thing. Don't want to complain because it's a tiny thing; not fit for words, not gonna explain.
Somebody must benefit, or why would I creep? Or is it the confusion of the ancient betrayal forged on new contracts?
— Rebecca M. Forté