You're A Whole Different Person When You're Scared.
I have always said that The Good Reverend Roger is too easy on you humans. Spare the beating, spoil the primate, I always say. I mean, it’s not like you aren’t used to beatings, it’s not like you don’t expect them and in fact mentally prepare yourself for them every day of your lives.
Take the average citizen. Left to his own devices, he is a rational creature, with a vague notion that he should be able to say and do what he pleases, so long as everything involves consenting adults. Now put in some fear…Say, Rush Limbaugh telling him that the Gays are going to “recruit” his sons and daughters and turn them into homosexuals that won’t continue his genetic line.
Suddenly, he’s a different guy, isn’t he? Now he’s ranting about Gay marriage being the work of the devil, and he’ll join any lynch mob or pseudo-fascist political party you care to create.
Or maybe tell him that terrorists are going to come kill him and his family, thus ensuring – again – that his genetic line will be erased. Now he’s calling the FBI on poor old Habib that runs the gas station on the corner, asking them why that crazy Arab hasn’t been hauled off to a camp yet.
Or even tell him that Black people are going to break into his home and rape his wife and daughters. Again, the genetic imperative, yes?
Humans are rational beings until such a time as their ersatz immortality is threatened, at which point they become angry howler monkeys, ready to kill or maim anyone who looks different than they do. There has been precisely zero measurable progress over the last 2 million years, at least in the way humans think.
And don’t run off blaming Rush Limbaugh. If people didn’t want to hear him, he’d be out of business. Likewise with the so-called “federal government”…Fascists wouldn’t be running the show unless humans allowed them to do it. Tyrants don’t appear, they are advertised for and then hired by a gutless public that can no longer bear the weight of freedom and self-determination.
On September 20th of 2001, my then-boss’s wife was railing about how everyone in America of Middle-Eastern descent should be locked up until such time as they could prove themselves to be “loyal citizens” (the standard she set for loyalty was, of course, religion). I remarked that we had to be free or the terrorists had succeeded, and she looked at me like I was about to reveal a bomb vest.
“We have to be SAFE!”, she snarled.
Well, here’s a quick tip from your Family Doktor: You aren’t safe. You can’t be made safe. You are a weaponized ape on a planet full of weaponized apes, and even under the most strict authoritarian rule, you can’t stop your neighbor from doing stupid or hostile things.
And besides, freedom – the only acceptable state for a biped – is by definition not safe. “No blood, no foul”, play rough, and LIVE.
There was a T-shirt meme back in the 80s/90s, called “No Fear”. I always liked that. It spoke to me of primates who refused to be cowed, who refused to fear physical harm or imprisonment, who KNEW, instinctively, that Martin Luther King and Mohammed Ali were the REAL American heroes, and made pantywaists like General Westmoreland look like the absurd little clowns they were.
It’s easy to feel brave, after all, as a general, or even in a mob of howling maniacs demanding more war and less butter. It’s a lot harder to be brave when alone, when The Man is right there in your face, telling you to toe the line or go to prison for the rest of your life. Or when you know that every time you get behind a podium or walk on the sidewalk, there’s a very good chance that some crazed yokel with a rifle will shut you up for good.
Martin Luther King KNEW he was going to die. He alluded to it in his last speech. And he still didn’t shut up. He ranted and ranted and when some redneck swine finally shot him, his rants continued, and have never faded away, despite every effort on the part of Those who oppose his message.
Humans can stand on their hind legs. This has been proven. Mohammed Ali stared the United States Army in the face, and threw his career away, just to demonstrate that he was a Free Man, and that they had no power over him. He had no handle for them to grab. Nothing they could take away from him was enough to make him knuckle under…And, in the end, nobody – not even the most virulent racists or hyper-patriots – have the stones to talk trash about him, even though he is now a feeble, sick old man.
So there. You have no excuses, anymore, for the handle sticking out of your forehead. You have no excuse to crawl, no excuse to live in fear of some nebulous threat conveyed by talking heads and criminals in suits. It is time to decide whether you are a rational human being, or a terrified monkey. Nobody can make this choice for you. YOU have to stand upright in the sun, or scurry into the shadows like a rat, and take whatever bullshit They hand you.
And you have to decide NOW.
Okay for now,