My December to Remember 2: Day Eleven
News: Lockerbie bombing suspect in U.S. custody.
Man arrested for punching cop after attacking protesters against Drag Queen Story Hour at NY Public Library.
Elon Musk tweets about prosecuting Fauci.
Yes, I’m still sick. No, it’s not as bad as yesterday. Everyone I work with is sick. We’re going to have like three team members in the office tomorrow. But this is all beside the point. I just thought you’d care to know.
Anyway.
I’ve never been a fan of ad hominem attacks. I remember one time in seventh grade I called one of the boys a “fucking asshole” for absolutely no reason. I was upset at the whole lot of them that day, but he got the brunt of it. But I remember specifically letting those words come out of my mouth and having absolutely no conviction behind them. Even at that age I knew I was being full of shit, yet it felt good to get my anger out. And I see a lot of people doing that lately, especially when they’ve been hit where it hurts.
When it comes to these explosive news stories, there always seems to be a group that comes out to deny it, or ‘correct’ the record. Most recent example is disgraced former CIA head John Brennan coming out and calling Dr. Fauci, quote, “An American hero” when Elon Musk joked about prosecuting him. No idea how someone can unironically type that with a straight face. Makes me want to vomit. But that’s neither here nor there. It’s always the messenger who gets attacked, and what they originally said gets lost. And maybe that’s the whole point when the guilty get found out.
People project all the time. It’s kind of hard not to sometimes. But when it leads to unjustified anger, I wonder why we’ve stopped taking that pause to figure out what makes us that way. Is it because there’s something nagging at us to let us know we’re in the wrong? That maybe the other party isn’t automatically the bad guy? The more I see the truth coming to the surface, the more dangerous it stands to be. When people are cornered, they will lash out. They will hurl slings and arrows at the forces telling them their gravy train has dried up. And if we’re not careful, someone may flip the switch and launch all sorts of chaos our way.
I don’t have a death wish, per se. I feel myself being an agent of chaos these days, but I don’t see Armageddon ending in a smoking husk. I just see the silent majority finally realizing what they are, and rising up against these horrible people hellbent on not getting found out. You’re witnessing the last gasps of their freedom, and the reemergence of ours. Whatever attack dogs they once had are worn out. Now when I see them pounce, I just know they’re all full of shit. It’s a good feeling being above their tactics, but we’re not quite out of the woods yet.
I’m sure there’s going to be another Twitter dump tonight, where you’ll see a bunch of talking points calling it a ‘nothingburger.’ But all this couldn’t be further from the truth. The great unraveling is here. It matters not how long people have been focused on the bullseye. The point is we’re all getting there together. Those who deserve to fall, will. It’s what happens when you’ve got selfish aims in a position that’s designed to be for the people. It’s always going to fail, even if it takes a lot longer than people initially hoped.
I know I’ve been going hard against ‘authority’ as of late, but it all just makes the most sense right now. I know it’s the end of the year, but I really do sense the end of an era approaching. We’ll have no choice but to begin again because what we once thought to be the norm will quickly become what must be shunned. I can’t help but feel that. And maybe that means the world as we know it will finally come to an end. Hey, don’t shoot me, I’m just the messenger.
