I’m having a lot of trouble coping with the state of the world right now.
I don’t know how I can ever be truly free or happy, knowing that there are children locked in cages at the border, government officiated murderers in the streets, and an entire slave population in prison – for “crimes” the upper class casually commits all the time.
Knowing that there is a virus loose, that the rest of the world is at least trying to handle, and our news is telling people to just accept it as a fact of life and get back to work, not because it’s safe, but because it helps the bottom lines of billionaires whose wealth makes all of our money and hard work worth less.
People shouting “If you don’t like it, go somewhere else!” when the price of travel is more than I’m legally allowed to even have, and around the world even the most advanced coutries still don’t accept disabled people.
I hear all these claims that we are a Christian nation, when it comes to a number of highly specific things not given mention in the Bible.
Yet Christ taught directly, that those who do not care for the hungry, the sick, the homeless and imprisoned will be cursed and sent into eternal fire (Matthew 25:31–46).
Our society treats all of these people the very worst.
Where is the big angry outcry over that?
Where are the giant corporate lobbyists claiming a moral obligation to make sure everyone is fed, housed, has healthcare?
Where are the armed protests, the news cameras, the memes, the political figures making grandiose promises?
When do we finally admit that the way we treat the lowest – or least profitable, in this case – is a reflection of how we are doing as a whole society?
And how can I hope to carve out a life for myself in a place where everyone is so selfish?
Where I want so badly to help, but am so short on resources that I can only afford to be selfish myself?
I don’t want to distract or medicate myself away from it, as though my awareness of the situation makes it only my problem somehow.
I want someone in power to actually give a shit.
I want people to care about ending poverty, homelessness, and police brutality as much as they cared about fixing Notre Dame or getting just that one, lone Minneapolis cop prosecuted.
I want someone to do something that isn’t merely performative. For an official to pass legislation, not just put on a fancy scarf and paint some cute street murals or whatever. I want others to want to help, instead of mostly insisting that nothing is ever their problem or concern.
And I want the changes to appear in reality, not just in writing.
I wish “No justice, no peace” could be a way of life, instead of something we only do for a short minute before burning out, because of the very injustices that keep us in that perpetual state of exhaustion in the first place.
I don’t want to passively accept or try to “see the bright side” of a dying ecosystem full of assholes, referring to the loss of liberty AS liberty, because apparently words don’t have meanings anymore.
I want to DO and BE better, and I want that for all of us. But right now, I am only one human, and not a very effective one. It would seem that even the most effective of us, are struggling to maintain, at the moment.
Moved to a new place amid a pandemic. Policy says everyone wear masks and keep distance during maintenance calls.
Number of repair men inside our house so far: At least 8.
Number of them wearing masks: 0.
Customer service reps are giving me scripted “in uncertain times as these” speeches, and I’m asking that same question that is probably on your mind if you’ve reached the end of this very long, annoying, rant:
Is there even a point?
—bwargh von modnar
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