Everybody Cares, Just Not About the Things That Really Matter

Balancing being informed and sane is the trickiest part of existing right now. Safety, freedom, survival – they are all at stake. It’s a daily parade of incompetence and cruelty.

We are assaulted as soon as we rise by a storm of content. These stories we are consuming are hard to shake. We want to take action, working hard to stay brave while also being really fucking scared.

I’ve had lots of moments over the last six months, year, 10 years….where I was running low on hope and purpose. Often, there has seemed to be little stopping this unguided mass of pure hate and greed from barreling down toward us. Not the courts, not Congress, but there are more and more of us every day who are punching back. It feels a bit like trying to hold off a fire hydrant with a dollar store umbrella.

We are in a 24-7 cycle of atrocities from this regime. The cruelty is, of course, the point. Even though I try to read and watch it with the intent to inform and counter, I’m not AI. I remain very human, this little box of empathy, compassion, and hope.

The contempt for humanity is playing everywhere, all the time. What kind of empty vessel do you have to be to post photo ops in front of tortured humans? How devoid of soul must you be to risk the lives of soldiers? What kind of sick fuck do you have to be to defund clinical trials and literally seize healthcare from the most vulnerable? It is unconscionable to celebrate murder, torture, and the downfall of what should make us human.

Today, I am still haunted by the video of Edgardo, the young man accompanied by Brad Lander and taken by ICE. The fear on his face was gut-wrenching. It fucking broke me. I cried big tears for him and every other person harmed by these profiteers of evil.

How anyone could look at this and the many more videos of inhumanity and not feel this way is beyond my comprehension. It’s disgusting, and I promise that if I’m ever in a position to do so, I will protect those who need it.

As we all know, none of us is getting out of here alive. Have we not earned the right to live whatever years we have left in peace? We have, and we want it for all. Yes, all, because I and those who I stand with actually see every human as something.

I’ve always had this gut feeling that this country has too often been the bad guys. All the good doesn’t absolve all the pain inflicted and the tragedy created. From the Trail of Tears to possessing people as property to burning women to the McCarthy inquisitions to Reagan’s war on the social contract, this nation has a lot of reckoning.

The latest is a war no one wants except the goons in the White House. They’re already in line with their talking points and “sleeper cells,” so they can manufacture fear to push people to be pro-war and use it to remove anyone it deems a “threat,” regardless of their citizenship status. Now, SCOTUS has given them the green light for third-party removals (or trafficking, but not deporting. That definition is a return to origin.)

When does this end? This is every fucking Black Mirror episode in one, all the time. People are just cattle to these folks. The dehumanization and fear crusades have been ongoing for decades. We are here today because people stopped caring about most everything that was worthy of it. Instead, they cared about their perceived superiority and persecution. How you can hold those thoughts together, I don’t know. They bend their beliefs with the wind.

So, they cared about their own interests as fleeting as those are, since there’s little loyalty or empathy found there. One could say I’m demonizing them. I’m not.

I gave people the benefit of the doubt and ignored that side. I’ve never had a MAGA in my circle, but there were some on the periphery.

In the end, how I care is different. I want no one to hurt or starve. I understand equality isn’t a pie that gets smaller as all people earn rights. Isn’t that rather insane to think that anyone not of the dominant party, mostly white men, have had to fight, protest, and sue our way to just be on the same level. And that’s one thing they care about, too, just in a different way. They care about being at the top, while others lose their ability even to remain free.

That’s the kind of caring that destroys people and the world around them.

For me, I can’t turn that way. I don’t have it in me to fall in line. Please keep caring about the right things with me.

That Picture: You and Me

that picture you and me

There’s this picture

In my head

Sometimes

When I need some kind of nudge

That if I don’t conjure it up,

I’ll never see it again

And I’ll just fold forever into fight or flight.

The picture is nothing idyllic or rose-colored. Who would want to fish for a dream of perfection?

When we all know, there’s

Never been any Eden.

What has transpired in the never-ending bullet train of time is a lot of imperfections.

It’s been messy.

Rage and greed and hate are not new.

They’ve always been a part of this human condition,

Instead of holding up the social contract, it’s the hate and the greed and the rage that start to turn the picture as if it had a soul that was threaded loose.

A moment, a civilization, a species that may simply unravel.

The picture I want to see:

It’s really just you and me,

And it’s just a normal day.

Sunshine spreads, and the world turns once more.

In those moments of nothing really,

There’s peace and comfort, something we all cling to.

We’ve made it through, and the people decided that they could no longer

crave the greed and the hate and the rage.

They looked around and, more than not, just couldn’t bend another day to the mongers of cruelty.

Why are some even this way?

Wrapping their condemnation in something less uncomfortable

What is so dead or malignant inside of them?

Well, it’s the rage and the hate and the greed. It seemed like such a fit.

But it wears them more than they don it.

It’s breathing and fluid, tentacles of tyranny.

There’s no picture for them. They’ve really got no image anymore; they’ve fallen to be the worst of us.

It’s no place but the present.

But as Orwell said,

Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.

The control sits on a carousel, faster and harsher – where will the picture land?

In the ash or the hope-locked thicket?

I won’t let it go. I cannot be – I cannot let you, the best of us, be consumed by the hate and the rage and the greed.

That picture, I will forever call for it.

Not for the memory; it’s not one.

We aren’t anywhere near anything great.

We are addicted to the spin and the other-ing and the misplaced self-importance.

Look around.

Snap some stills in your head.

Ask yourself to record what you see.

Is it there?

Do you have it?

Will you remember it?

If you do, I’ll see you on the other side.

In the picture of you and me.

Everything DOES NOT Happen for a Reason 

I don’t think anything makes me angrier than the passive-aggressive whimpering of everything happens for a reason. It often comes from a misguided, problematic religious person as a way to somehow absolve tragedy. 

The reality is this is bullshit. It goes hand in hand with what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Trauma did not make me stronger. And there wasn’t some design-your-destiny plan for all these horrible things to happen, so I’d what? Learn lessons? Realize my place? Become some better version of myself? 

By these measures, I deserved abuse, neglect, rape, grief, and cancer. It was all destined so that I would struggle with my mental health and a desire to live. Lucky me!

When people say this nonsense, these are aggressions. These statements discount my experiences and losses. They say I needed to grapple with the hardest things anyone can go through. And my layers of trauma must mean that I was so in need of these lessons, I needed to go through them all. 

Do you see how ridiculous this all sounds? The truth is that really terrible things occur every day to many people, and there’s no system in place that’s handing them out. 

What did make me stronger? Dealing with my trauma and working very hard not to let it devour me. I’ve spent most of my life in therapy, wrestling every demon you could imagine. That’s the stuff that gets you to a place of healing. 

I did not deserve these things. Karma didn’t rain on me because I’m evil incarnate. I’m just a regular person who has good and bad days. My motto is to be good to yourself, others, animals, and the planet. It’s actually pretty simple to not be a complete asshole oxygen thief. It’s too bad that others can’t see it this way. They need to believe in fairy tales about things happening for a reason because they’ve got no soul or energy to do the hard work. They see the world as black and white. The truth is it’s every shade of gray. 

The series of heart-wrenching events in my life were not preordained. There wasn’t even a domino effect. All that’s gone down has shaped who I am, but I didn’t need them to make me a compassionate and passionate person. They didn’t build my character. I did, every day, based on who I wanted to be, influenced by my mom, grandparents, teachers, friends, and partners. 

I am a collection of everything good and bad that’s transpired and all the gray parts in between. 

But if anybody dares to say, everything happens for a reason, I’d simply say, no it doesn’t. If they say that trauma and tragedy made me stronger, I’d reply, so much in life can’t be fixed, only carried. 

Some days, it’s so heavy. But I make my story, my truth, and my ending. Everything can happen, and there is no real reason for a mother to die too young, a 23-year-old to get cancer, or a child to fear home. 

There is so much that happens, and there are absolutely no good reasons.