Shakespeare script-doctored and ghost-wrote scraps to the book of psalms, inadvertently establishing 2 different fields laying groundwork for roles of scabs against union strikes. Faceless temps supplanting voids from labor disputes, rather than labor shortages, predates unions. Not saying he’d be down with union-busters, but I’ve never seen or heard this acknowledged anywhere even though it’s a thing I’ve wondered over for years. No matter the trade scabs are script-doctors and ghostwriters, and it goes back to King James losing his shit in translation. So maybe copyedits are a bastard cousin to spin-doctoring, serving not the masses or a higher truth but the whims of a circle jerk failing itself.
I’m a registered member of no party, because nobody deserves blame that belongs to me and because I don’t want credit that belongs to others. I don’t think anyone actually requires shelters for taxes or crowds to get lost in or symbols to safeguard their vices beneath. If people can approach survival with nothing, my excess can’t be justified as fundamental to my own. There are people who fight battles in life because they are trophy-hunters claiming ownership over the resource and opportunity of others, and there are people who fight battles in life as consequence for allowing those trophy-hunters the ownership. The rest get drafted with little to no say in the festivities.
I encourage people to hate me, but I’d never mandate such a thing because there is no such thing as any civil or basic human right confirming that my thoughts and feelings must ever be the priority or responsibility of anybody anywhere. The most pivotal freedom is the freedom to not create problems for others. Rather than, say, “Let’s celebrate god’s creation by obsessing over how much of it we can do without!” Subsets of Christ’s followers justify mass-murder everywhere from the Inquisition to modern lynchings to international war, whereas Satan’s followers justify orgies with women who actually like it up the butt. I’m no Satanist but respect where due.
That said, compassion isn’t for the people you want to befriend, the people you want to vicariously be or the people you want to fuck all over the kitchen. It’s recognizing that you are not the point. Whether they want it or not or need it or not, the people you want to befriend, to be or to fuck probably already know they are welcome to your esteem. The worst among us all outright bank on it. But focusing on the people who can do absolutely nothing for you is the most un-American sentiment. These virtual socials onto schools and news media, wherever not tailor-made for avoiding all things unfamiliar or uncomfortable are regarded as evil plots or lethal threats. In reality, parting with ego does not end with your death, but rather parting with ego the more degrees the merrier is actually how problems get solved. You do the work, you go without a thing to make the other thing possible. Comforts are backseat territory, not for piloting. Hold off on the movie collection until after the neighbor’s kids are fed, or maybe you’re not as good as you want to believe. And maybe the fact of everyone making the same justifications as you is why the USA needs to go salted Earth. My mom talked people off of ledges long-distance from her fucking death-bed. She wasn’t bitching about her circumstances not being cool enough and she wasn’t rationalizing backstabbing or turning blind eyes either one as necessary to her own survival. I’m never furious over my experiences in life, I am furious over hers. I want to keep everybody alive as long as possible so that each and every last one can continue suffering this world to its demise. And if I had a roomy lifeboat at world’s end I’d sink it.
When you were never realized, you were made forgotten before you were gone. In our culture suicide is the only occasion where a person has no choice but to accept all the blame and credit for their own actions. I transformed my own experiences into meta-fictional body horror, confining the angel and demon wrestled into a boundary of words. If everything is part of god’s plan, then the biggest lie the devil ever told was that he wouldn’t serve.
The world’s neither black or white but grey in its entirety, grey from every justification for ego-maniacal partisanship being so old, so tired. Evils prevail when all peoples see themselves as good.