A personal journey

An unread blog can be a beautiful thing. It's a journal... an open one. One you threw out there for everybody to see. One you really wanted people to read. But you hid it under a rock.

Yeah. Embarrassing, isn't it, when you realize you were just shouting into a void? Assembling your thoughts and praying everybody would read them, hoping nobody would? The ultimate internet experience!!

Since I started this blog I've changed. Looking back at my early posts, I barely recognize myself. Full of blind, unexamined privilege. Impervious to change. Running around thinking I had it all together.

Well, you know what? I'd like to think I'm better now than I was then.

On that note, a look at the world outside. Yeah, a look at a world where a right-wing ideologue takes the sort of action the MRAs and ditto-heads have been screaming needs to happen. A right-wing ideologue takes aim at people who want to get along with 'Islam,' the big scary monolith of invasion.

And takes aim first at the children.

Lord Almighty, sometimes I hate people.

Hate? Or maybe I've just lost faith in them.

I ought to expect more.

Guess what? When I started this blog, I would have been closer to that guy's beliefs than my current ones. Not just a little. I mean a lot. I would have railed about the PC police, about the way my country is under attack. I would have talked about, "Just Saying," now, I would have talked about the steps we should take against... against the people the terrorist was targeting.

Yeah, seriously. That is some screwed-up logic right there.

But they're the enemies, people! Can't you see that! It's so obvious! With all their wanting to be accepting and inclusive of other people! That's evil, don't you know! And the very idea! Moving someplace? Someplace with work, that enables you to have a better life, and provide for your children? Why would you do that?

The amount of sheer ridiculousness in that paragraph was all squeezed out of my head.

Which brings me around to my writing.

It's no longer enough for me to think abstractly about art and messages. These days I'm writing stuff with some bite. Words have power, and I'm turning all that power loose. I'm going to try to show the ridiculousness to people.

Lord knows I could have used some extra eyes, all those years ago.