ignorance is блаженство


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Much criticism has been heaped on that "The Man Who Knew Too Little" guy profiled in the New York Times a couple of weeks ago, who responded to the election of President Fuckwit by enforcing what he calls "The Blockade," refusing to know anything whatsoever going on in American politics. For one, it reeks of privilege: how many people even have the capability of such a thing? That white guy does, for one.

The truth is, I envy him. I would love to do just what he has done . . . to a point, anyway. He says in the profile that he does get bored there on his Ohio pig farm, "but it's not bugging me." First of all, getting bored would definitely bug me; second of all, I'd have to be forced by a totalitarian regime to live on a fucking pig farm.

I'm just so, so sick of it all. And the mind-mumbing hypocrisy of the Right, excusing countless offenses exponentially worse than the smallest of things they crucified both Obama and Hillary Clinton for, is the worst. It's why I write about it here so seldom, and stay focused on my own life for the most part. My own privilege is not lost on me: so far, when it comes to my day to day life, I have not been affected a single bit, save for feeling compelled to participate in marches, for the sake of people far more threatened than I am. I'm not being deported. It would certainly be demoralizing to have my marriage rights rescinded, which I frankly would not put past this administration given enough time -- but, as of yet, it has not come to that. Granted, it is dispiriting to see the unconscionable rape of the environment, but let's be honest: much of the Democrats' "work" on environmentalism has been little more than lip service anyway. And again: it's not like I'm seeing immediate effects of climate change in front of my eyes that are directly tied to this administration. I am seeing effects in front of my eyes, sure, but those are cumulative and due to policies over decades. I can't pin that alone on President Fuckwit.

For the most part, it's all just bullshit, a media circus. Will this country ever return to some sense of decency? Did we ever really have one? I can't pretend I don't live off the spoils of oppressed people the world over just by virtue of being an American.

What more can I do, really, than do the best I can with the lot I've been given, however lucky that lot may have been merely by birth?

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Last night I walked home from work, and Shobhit was nearly finished grilling a grilled cheese sandwich for me, which I had with a leftover bowl of his . . . I'll call it "chili soup," how about that? I was home hardly more than fifteen or twenty minutes before I left again, to catch the #8 back to Lower Queen Anne so I could make it to see the Russian film Loveless, which was all right. I wonder if I still would have bothered to go had I checked my review of the same director's previous film, Leviathan, beforehand. Probably: I wanted to go see a movie and that was the option. Still, it turns out I kind of feel like both films are overrated, although I did like Loveless -- bleak as it was -- better.

There was, luckily, a #8 pulling up maybe two minutes after I left the building, so I made very good time getting home. I had thought I would likely wait until this morning to write the review, but getting home by 9:10 I decided I had enough time to write it then. Except, my fucking computer kept freezing up and by the time I had managed to close all the programs (many of which also kept freezing up) and restarted the computer, another twenty minutes had been wasted. I went ahead and still wrote the review last night anyway, even though it meant I didn't get to sleep until about 10:45, and I thus got only six hours and 15 minutes of sleep.

Well, whatever. I was finally back below 150 lbs again -- 149 even -- this morning so that perked me up.

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[posted 12:22 pm]