June 22, 2013
With all the
deintellectualization, deindustrialization, and dehumanization in the news it’s
easy to become numb.
A looming
battle with Syria for no sane reason, surrender of America to invaders without any
fight whatsoever, the apparent fact few people care that their corrupt
government monitors their phone calls and then financially persecutes those who
offer even meagre dissent ~ it is enough to make any thinking person throw up
his hands and submit to the coming depredations.
All that
remains is hate, which has kept many a man alive through much worse than what
is now or is coming next.
The
important thing about hate is to include it in your day the same way you do
salt on eggs. A pinch is too little and a pound gives you a heart attack, but
used in moderation it offers just enough of a kick to begin the morning right.
“If you don’t hate you don’t care,
and if you don’t care you might as well be dead.”
To
illustrate, it’s beneficial to hate the fact your country is overrun by
Mexicans but not healthy to hate people solely because they’re Mexican.
Likewise, it’s
a good thing to hate that your military indiscriminately murders women and
children half a world away but not productive to go spitting on every ordinary
serviceman who enlisted trying to get healthcare and a pension for his family.
Among the less hateful aspects of our weakling society is the cult of forgiveness. Somehow in the past half-century the New Testament turned from rod of divine retribution into milquetoast appeasement. Did Christ forgive defilers in the temple? Not until he gave them a sound thrashing.
Still, every day we hear families of murder victims say they will not allow hate to dictate them. They empathize with the upbringing, unfairness, or institutional “discrimination” of the poor fellow who ruined their lives. Usually, this happens long before trial and even if an indoctrinated jury abnegates its duty and acquits ~ forgiveness without penance? What the hell kind of religion is that anyway?
For most of my life I have been intimately involved in politics. Many colleagues have been extremely liberal even as my own views have been wildly characterized as everything from arch-socialist to proto-fascist. We hate one another’s views, yet it has not deterred us from many meals, trips, and happily argumentative hours together. Actually, I find it often strengthens my resolve.
Among the less hateful aspects of our weakling society is the cult of forgiveness. Somehow in the past half-century the New Testament turned from rod of divine retribution into milquetoast appeasement. Did Christ forgive defilers in the temple? Not until he gave them a sound thrashing.
Still, every day we hear families of murder victims say they will not allow hate to dictate them. They empathize with the upbringing, unfairness, or institutional “discrimination” of the poor fellow who ruined their lives. Usually, this happens long before trial and even if an indoctrinated jury abnegates its duty and acquits ~ forgiveness without penance? What the hell kind of religion is that anyway?
For most of my life I have been intimately involved in politics. Many colleagues have been extremely liberal even as my own views have been wildly characterized as everything from arch-socialist to proto-fascist. We hate one another’s views, yet it has not deterred us from many meals, trips, and happily argumentative hours together. Actually, I find it often strengthens my resolve.
And whenever I find my capriciously self-indulgent nature has led to an inflated waistline, it isn’t love of some ideal that motivates my long, sorry march to the treadmill. Rather it is the scornful face and cutting remarks of every female young or old who has ever rebuked or ridiculed me. I can remember almost all of them by name and they are each unknowingly responsible for maintaining my athletic frame. Even after all these years I hate them one and all, and I love them for keeping me fit.
Great
passions form the strongest bonds. There probably isn’t anyone in my life who’s
important to me that I haven’t cursed, and I expect no less from them during
those times I overstep the mark. Fleeting
enmities often spawn enduring affections.
Moreover, indignation keeps you young.
There is nothing in the annals of medicine so beneficial for rejuvenating your sanguine sludge than to get that blood boiling regularly. Once, a friend asked how I am able to think of writing topics and I told him,
“Well, it almost always begins with something which makes me very angry.”
There will
be many things in coming days that will cause both outrage and anger for
Americans. Yet there will be even more docile people who come forward to
counsel that we should take events in stride and wait to see how it all works
out. These are not the far-off whispered words of the executioner during an
earlier Reign of Terror.
Our fury is
going to be very useful and perhaps even purposeful sooner than
we think if we learn to embrace and direct it at the proper targets.
The simple
fact of life is if you don’t hate you don’t care, and if you don’t care you might
as well be dead.
Hey,
ReplyDeleteLove you, Noor.
Don't hate me.
C