What Happened!?

Clinton’s book isn’t out yet and tbh, I’d just as soon not waste my money on it but… well, it promises to be comedy gold and I kind of want a copy, if only to quote and mock at my leisure.
In luei of the book itself though, and on the basis of the excerpts given to the public so far (as well as the entirety of her career), I’d like to give a one sentence review of her character.

Hillary Clinton is fucking pathetic.

That’s it. That’s all it boils down to. I mean look at the excerpt about the 2nd general election debate: Trump supposedly invaded her space (and not the other way around), he was trying to knock her off balance (and not the other way around).

Fucking liar, and she doesn’t seem to realize there’s footage of it.

Read her account, or listen to it, then go on youtube and watch the fucking debate for yourself. Watch and see who’s invading who’s space, watch and see who was trying to disrupt who.

The footage is out there and the footage doesn’t lie.

In fact, maybe I ought to just embed it in a post and publish it here. Pretty easy to look up on youtube though. Also not a new tactic (ref. the debate she was in with a political opponent in 2000, where he walked over to her with a piece of paper to prove a point and she and her campaign proceeded to characterize it as “overly aggressive” and, ultimately, “misogynistic”).

I mean talk about a one trick pony.

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Complimentary Motives

Sometimes it helps to write things out even when you don’t share those writings. It helps to clarify, to understand, to process, and I post shit like that from time to time too because, well, why the fuck not, but the sharing doesn’t always matter. I think for writing to be an enduring thing for you… an enduring practice… there has to be more driving you to write than just an audience.

There has to be more than the desire for attention.

People realize that and they think part of their realization means “well, if it has to be more about the love or value of writing itself, as a practice, as a means of satisfaction, pleasure, even as a means of functioning and working through things, then the desire for attention, for recognition, is bad and needs to be cut out.” That’s not exactly how people would phrase it maybe, but…

A lot of the time when people realize this quirky little fact that you’ve got to love the thing you’re actually doing in a deeper way too – about writing if that’s their thing, or about whatever else – they think that the want for being seen, heard, for having your expressions, thoughts, feelings, etc. matter, for having that thing you do appreciated by someone somewhere in the world needs to be excluded, that it’s a distraction. It’s not. It’s an additional driving force, not a distracting one.

It’s not a contradiction to write for your own enjoyment while also enjoying the attention you get, if any. It’s just that one’s more of a driving force than the other and if (or when) you start thinking it’s the other way around you’re not going to be driven enough to bother. The love of attention, recognition, whatever… that’s a secondary pleasure of doing something you can share around.

Maybe it’s not the point but you also don’t need to demonize it.

The dangerous faggot (Milo) is an attention whore par excellence. That invalidates none of the points he’s made in speeches at college campuses, in interviews on youtube and television, and in debates with fairly hostile opponents. None. His love of the attention doesn’t negate his advocacy (both through rhetoric and action) for free speech, for genuine equality in the eyes of the law and the government, for economically conservative values, for discerning and basing opinion on facts.

None of that gets cancelled out by it and, in fact, wouldn’t have been possible without his antics.

All the things that conventional wisdom says would obfuscate and confuse his message, are actually the exact things that make his message and his communication of it to Americans possible. Same goes for Trump and any number of others who’ve learned to effectively shrug off, work through, and even play off of controversies. Hell, the President has learned not just to play off them but to thrive on them; and really, even compared with the likes of a Milo (or a Marilyn Manson) he’s a phenomenon in this respect. No one else has taken it to that level of success.

All that to say, you don’t need to guilt yourself for a lack in “purity of motive”.

They’re not competing motivations, they’re complimentary.

Taking Politics Too Seriously

In a way, I’m very tired of politics – at least that’s what I was thinking. It’s more accurate to say I’m tired of taking politics so seriously – seriousness is all well and fine but it gets old.

You know what my view of politics can be summed up with?

Trump is kicking ass, pushing and enacting his agenda, and effortlessly bitch slapping aside all the vitriol and noise from his opponents (media, celebrities, politicians, etc.), representing our interests and values abroad (e.g. Syrian missile strike, Poland speech, pushing back ISIS, negotiated Syrian ceasefire w/ Russia, cut regulations via executive order, has signed over 35 bills (passed through congress and signed by him) into law since entering office, and… I could go on for quite a while, but you get the idea. Politics can be summed up for me atm as tons and tons of winning, right down to the wrestling meme and all surrounding controversies.

The entire system (and the way people think it should work versus the way it must work if we want governance to line up with our constitutional rights, individually) is a bit of a joke, and I’ve been taking the comedy far too seriously. Not even necessarily in general, though I have to admit I get invested in the things I choose to involve myself in, but as far as what I’ve written lately…

It’s all seriousness and I just need to loosen the fuck up when I do talk politics. There’s some bad shit going on (almost exclusively on the left side of things), probably going to get worse, but here’s the reality, the honest truth of it: as indignant as I seem to get sometimes I love every minute of it. The social justice douche bags, the oxymoronic “Antifa”, the establishment politicians in each party, the vast majority of mainstream media, the attacks on people like me…

Tbh I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Not because I’m a nihilist – the anti-Trump activists have the market on that cornered, presently – but because they prove me right with every action, every assault, every call for impeachment. ‘Cause they prove me right with every fake news story. Because we’re winning, and if things keep going this way it’s only going to get worse for them, not for me, ’cause we’ll keep winning.

And by “we” I mean Americans, in case you were wondering.

How seriously I take commentating – which is basically all I’m doing here – is entirely up to me, and for my own good I think I’d prefer to hit on different shit hard and fast, sometimes in a serious or thorough manner but if I don’t feel like it then fuck it. Where I really started going awry lately, in terms of reaping actual satisfaction out of this, was in falling into the persuasion game.

I’m not here to try to change any minds, and I’ll campaign for causes championed by others (e.g. Trump’s election and agenda as President) and throw out my views on that, my outlook, but this isn’t about changing the minds of Trump haters. This is about continuing to build a monument to (of?) myself, to my ego. Like that notion or hate it, that’s what I’m all about.

I AM, I exist, I have the opportunity to live my life out in any way I see fit.

So do you, and I say that’s fucking awesome.

If That Means Insanity…

I’ve got a lot of old posts drafted, a few newish ones… might publish a few of those, but I’m getting back to posts like this, too. Posts of, well, of who the fuck knows what until it’s been written and slapped with a title. It’s funny how that parallels my indecision here (with writing) and in one or two other big areas. I know better than to get lost in uncertainty, I know better ways of navigating it than to slow my pace, to pause for introspection or reflection or, sometimes, even doubt. And still it catches me wrong footed sometimes. Just not for long anymore.

Not nearly as long as it might last each time if I didn’t know better.

You know why I started this? Started writing so much?

I did it purely for the pleasure. For kicks, for expressing myself in a satisfying way. A lot of instant gratification involved in that too, believe it or not, and I can (and sometimes do) talk shit all day about stupid greed (usually relating to want for instant gratification, beyond what’s rational) as opposed to real greed (with which Gordon Gecko said it best, “greed is good.”), but there’s something to be said for instant gratification, or at least… immediate.

Take this blog; I write a post, I get a few likes, maybe a few shares. I write five posts in one day and publish ’em all at once, I get a lot more likes. The more posts I write, the better I get at throwing my thoughts together into coherent posts, the better I get, the faster I get. The more I post, the more impact each new post can have… or if not “impact”… maybe reach is a better word.

Whatever the word you prefer, it’s about not thinking too much, about enjoying myself, about going to fast to feel in control, about the heart guiding the hand and if that means insanity then fuck it, let’s have some insanity. And if you’re actually wondering how we’ve just made the leap from talking about posting on a blog to talking about madness, take another look at the header.

Madness is important.

It’s that something extra, that spark within us all that makes us truly alive.