Tuesday, 5 December 2017

I'm Angry

I'm angry. I'm always angry, so I'm nice to people. I'm angry because people aren't nice to people, so being mean doesn't make sense. The angrier I get, the nicer I am. The sadder I become, the more stupid things I post on FB or Twitter.


Because anger, hate, vitriol, denigration...these things don't make anything better.

Hate begets hate. I feel this. I won't say I believe it, but I do feel it. Feels right to me. Feels just in a world without justice.

But in a world where paedophiles, racists, rapists, homophobes, bigots, zealots, xenophobes, misogynists rise?

Let's not beat about the bush. If you're a cunt, you're a cunt. There's no way around that. If you're fuelled by hatred, by the wish to elevate the self above the many, if you renounce kindness as the universal law, if you are an adherent of any church of hate, you're a despicable human, a lesion on humanity.

Money and fame does not change that. Money and fame are not a shield. They are not.

I hear you.

People are arseholes, you say. Sure, some are.

Most aren't. Most people are awesome. People have the potential to reach the stars, if they will it.

Those who don't, they hold us back. A weight on our shoulders, driving us into the dirt. They're the problem, not those who dream.

So dream. So be angry. So fight, speak, use your voice or whatever you're able to. I don't fight, but I do write, and I will continue to do so, in between stupid tweets and Facebook updates.

Freedom's a hard thing. Happiness, ignorance is a comforting blanket. But when one's freedom entails removing the freedom from another by force or hate...that's not freedom but oppression, and let's call that what it is and not dress it up in excuses.

Love you.