My Story

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The Hero's Journey:  "do the work."

 

                                          A hero in his own story.

 

My story, that I told to myself was this:  there were two parties, two ways to go, two roads, branching off from the one.

 

One way, was the way of tender-mindedness, consideration for humanity, humaneness. We all know, we who were educated prided ourselves on it, that it was only a noble mountain of lies. A mound of lies. A mouthfull of non-truths. But they were kind lies.  White lies.  The thin bright dusting of the snow of consideration for other people's feelings, and all pervaded through with the Buddhist precept of "right speech." 

 The effect on society, mood, attitude, spread a little kindness. That was our gauge.

 We had known (they were very old) the Lost Generation.  A generation of sons of bitches, who thought it masculine, and virile and manly, and liked it that way, telling the truth, just out-blurting it for the hell of it.

We were not that.

The other side, they were telling truths.  But they were hurtful truths better left unsaid.  Adjustments would be made, to cover them up.  How the sausage was made (TMI:  too much information).  It was blunt.  It was low class.  It wasn't polite.

 

Then ...  

 

Then ...

 

Oct. 7th, 2023 happened.

 

And our side, for all its pretensions of being the good guys, the nice guys. The kind considerate "feeling" guys, our side was revealed as rife with psychopathy sadism cruelty and bestiality, beastliness, nastiness, inexcusable Schadenfreude at their betters, their more intelligent than they weres, at the usual benighted superstitious demon-haunted go to convenient scapegoats.

 

We were both dishonest AND cruel, inconsiderate.  We told lies. But they were not kind lies.  They were the kind of lies only intended to hurt.

 

Astoundingly even this was dwarfed by another phenomenon.  An even yet crueler yet infinitely more towering Babel of Lies:  

 

"What is a Woman?"

 

But with our catch, our gotcha: "wrong answers only."

 

Why wrong answers only?

 

I admit it.  It flew right over our head, my head.  People like me's head.

 

I'm I was,  at a loss.  

 

Still am. 

 

 It's worse.

 

It's worse. It's not only that the lies were never intended to spare feelings, as a kindness. It's way worse than that by far, miles, parsecs, light years, universes across worse:  they are Machiavellian, manipulative, never ever on the Woo Left are words seen as serving to communicate, always with no exceptions, only to manipulate, to deceive, to lie, to "weave" as in Donald Trumpian digression. Only without the grandfatherly haplessness and forgetfulness of who he is and what he's up to found in Trumpian weaveing and webbing.

 

"Queering" the language excuses itself and what it is on the quicksandy grounds that the language is a massive conspiracy to denigrate.  Originally the project was bowdlerization. Squaw Peak would become Piestewa Peak because (and it was a lie) words were hurtful. This was always an untruth. Each and every single word of our language without it exception is now deemed by queer theory "harmful," "unsafe," bigoted.  Enforcing reinforcing, fortissimoing the patriarchy or "whiteness" or whipping trans bodies, or flagellating black bodies there is no end.

 

It is all a sham.

 

None of it is true.  None of it is right.  None of it is meant "in good faith." All of it is a con. All of it is a swindle. It's all only manipulative, machiavellian psychopathy.  George Orwell (and Eric Hoffer) were prophets of it's coming to this.  And Maoist China, certain of the less brutal Stalinesques, and of course Islamic fundamentalism with its iconoclasty and vandalism were warnings of how far of the rails it could get. We were an exception, we were good.  We were kind.  We were nice.