I Believe... [Too Much {Clap, Clap} Time On Your Hands...]
…that Trump’s constant refusal to extend the American largesse to immigrants and refugees is a callback to the isolationist rhetoric of America’s 19th Century and the dark racism of Woodrow Wilson. Same as it ever was, updated with social media.
…that if the hill you die on is whether or not there is a female 007, that a Popeye’s chicken sandwich is less homophobic, or how many black people were in Game of Thrones, I’d suggest you have far too much time on your hands.
…that America, despite being smack dab in an age of historically low violence, historically low racism, historically high literacy, and historically better healthcare, has slowly become the Spoiled Children of Wealth constantly complaining about not having what the kids next door have or what their parents spent their money on.
…that perhaps a more productive approach to the impending climate disaster is to cede that we have lost and start preparing for the coming starvation, apocalyptic weather, and upending of society.
…that, yes, as Sartre pointed out “Hell is other people,” it is also true that most good things in life come from…other people. To paraphrase Dickens: “We are the Best of People, we are the Worst of People.”
