The Death of Otto Warmbier

The death of Otto Warmbier, former captive to North Korean cocksuckers – who should count themselves lucky as it is that we’re not reckless enough, as a nation, to just blow them off the fucking map, small (and nutty) as they are – is on Obama’s shoulders.

Be mad at the North Koreans if you want, but really, they’re fucking crazy.

Their dictator is fucking crazy. You know it, I know it, even Obama knew it. But recognize the reality that Warmbier was over there for a long while, and that for the last year he’d been in a coma, likely as a result of torture and mistreatment.

Pay attention to the contrast between that long stretch of time, and the short few months that Trump’s been in office. Obama had more than a year to deal with this and the guy languished in North Korean custody, becoming a vegetable.

Donald Trump takes office and in roughly five months not only do we find out about the state Otto was in, we have him back in the states. At least he got to die at home, though he was so unresponsive to external stimulus that he probably didn’t know it.

Anyways, the results speak for themselves.

Under the administration of our 44th President he was ignored, his family was brushed off and essentially told to keep quiet, and he was mistreated by the North Koreans to the point of being a non functional vegetable. Enter the 45th President, Donald J. Trump, and…

We have him back in less than six months.

Clawing at Boundaries

The heart is full of chaos, contradictions, competing desires. It’s a force of confusion, and as eruptions of it come up and out into the world, passing through the mind, it becomes a little more orderly. A bit more focused. Makes more sense. Enough that it can be communicated.

Enough for a single heart to reach out and touch the hearts of others. The mind is simply a doorway they have to pass through, and that passage isn’t always easy. That’s what you hear other writers talk about when they mention the struggle of getting a story out of themselves and onto a page or a computer screen. Out into the world. They’re samples of heart and soul, and the trick is learning not to lose too much as it passes through from our minds and out into the world.

To me, trying to write something – be it a story or a post like this one…

It’s like trying to extract a piece of me, shaping it into something others can wrap their minds around, and putting it out there for them to see. It’s like trying to break through to the other side, from within to a place beyond myself… where just about anyone can see it.

Donald Trump (Quote)

“People who think achieving success is a linear A-to-Z process, a straight shot to the top, simply aren’t in touch with reality. There are very few bona fide overnight success stories. It just doesn’t work that way. Success appears to happen overnight because we all see stories in newspapers and on TV about previously unknown people who have suddenly become famous. But consider a sequoia tree that has been growing for several hundred years. Just because a television crew one day decides to do a story about that tree doesn’t mean it didn’t exist before.”
~Donald J. Trump, 45th President of the United States

Such Calm & Rational Views…

I was reading through one of the blogs I follow, one I haven’t checked in on for a long while, and Tricia wrote an interesting post on barnacles and tolerance. You can find it here if you’re interested – I’d recommend it – but it got me thinking about my own tact lately.

Some of it has to do with uncertainty, not really having a solid direction to go in atm, or yet, or whatever the fuck… but I’m also getting sick of the insanity in politics, most of which is coming from the left. No, the right isn’t blameless, but here’s the thing: I’m aligned with them these days for a reason. They’re responsible for very little of the current madness.

They’re mostly gutless, at least in terms of our right leaning representatives throughout the country, but they’ve been in survival mode the last few years. They’ve been desperately trying not to lose ground and to gain some if they can, if only to stop the DNC’s strength from eclipsing theirs forever in the political arena of our country. I was part of what they had to survive over the years.

So yeah, I glaze over the few (often understandable) instances of the right wingers going too far, saying or doing crazy shit. I feel like I kind of owe it to my opposition; after all, on the left people are going too far daily, doing and saying crazy shit constantly, and there are so many examples of violence, suppression of free speech, violations of civil rights, etc. against Trump voters (or otherwise moderate, sensible Americans) on their side of things that it’s not even close.

In relation to the amount of shit we’re seeing churned out on the left side of politics these days, the occasional incident or, as the case may be, screw up of a right leaning citizen (politician or otherwise) doesn’t even register. It’s no contest, no comparison. And it’s outrageous.

That’s why I refuse to temper my words with “oh, I know the Republicans are bad too”, at least not to a significant degree. I’m not going to be an apologist for the GOP (I talk shit about them regularly enough to prove that, imo), but I’m also not going to go out of my way to be fair to the fucking radicals we’re up against in the form of Antifa activists, BLM rioters, and SJW’s.

Should they choose to de-escalate, maybe I won’t feel so passionately opposed to them. Until they start respecting the rights of their fellow Americans though, and until they stop trying to slander and smear everyone who dares to disagree with them, I’m not softening up my own rhetoric.

If and when I have something to say, I don’t know how cool or calm it’ll be. It often isn’t lately, which is funny ’cause I used to kind of be known as “Mr. Reasonable”. I still am, honest; my valuation (and use) of critical thinking, of reason, hasn’t gone anywhere or diminished. But I’m putting it to use in service of an agenda: furthering the spread of MY brand of politics.

The politics of the New Right.

I don’t give ground if I can help it, I don’t pretend to admit I’m wrong to make the other person feel better in an argument, I don’t mince my words (unless I’m having an off day and being an insecure douche, but that has more to do with quality control than with any worries over offending people), and I don’t start with the assumption that I’m wrong.

Convictions matter.

Discarding them at the first sign of a challenge would be anethema; if I’m going to chuck a conviction of mine, I’m only going to do so for a damn good reason. If I’m not convinced such a reason exists in a given instance, well, then I’m sticking to my convictions.

You should to.

Now… was that level headed? I guess. But see what happens if you start calling me a racist, or a fascist, or any number of other popular buzzwords. See what happens if you take a swing at me for sporting a Trump button. “Oh don’t respond to stuff like that, you’re just giving them what they want!” Haha, I’ve heard that one a lot. Thing is, I don’t mind giving people what they want.

Not if it’s something I want, too, and if you get up in my shit, believe me, I’ll want to get up in yours just as badly as you thought you wanted to get in mine. And next time maybe you’ll think twice. I’m reasonable when people are reasonable with me. If you want to be an asshole, well hey, I can play that game to. I’m not above it, any of it, when push comes to shove.

And I’ll never apologize to anyone that makes that push.