You know it’s funny; I sort of used to be that person.
I read the Nation every month, laughed sincerely with every Tom the Dancing Bug cartoon. I went to every Michael Moore movie punctually the day after opening weekend (I never liked crowds). I listened to Air America from the literal first day they started broadcasting in my town, watched the Rachel Maddow show religiously. I marched against the Iraq War in 2003, cried when Kerry lost in 2004, and I’ve never used a drug in my life which felt like seeing Obama elected in 2008. My senior superlative? Most politically active. True. Fucking. Story.
You know what changed?
I woke up.
The world today is a mess, and every time I wrote the DNC a check or marched for some Social Justice cause or kicked someone under the table for talking during a day of silence I was doing my part to make that mess worse. So I stopped. It’s that easy.
I think you could stop too, if you wanted to. I don’t expect it, but please just look around and ask yourself honestly if we can really keep going the way we have.
I can understand the appeal of “I used to believe what you do now, but then I saw the light” arguments, but I’d rather not see this sort of thing replace a discussion of actual reasons for one’s changes in belief. It reduces the exchange of useful information, and it signals an unhelpful level of condescension.
Have you read a single damn word of my above comment?
The world today is a mess, and every time I wrote the DNC a check or marched for some Social Justice cause or kicked someone under the table for talking during a day of silence I was doing my part to make that mess worse. So I stopped. It’s that easy.
I’m getting full-on Poe’s Law vibes from this. Do you really, truly feel like the world revolves around your skinny first-world bourgeois STEM dudebro ass? That conversion from a very boring and milquetoast American white liberal to a wannabe fascist has been some ethical and philosophical triumph of yours? Man, oh man.
You know it’s funny; I sort of used to be that person.
I read the Nation every month, laughed sincerely with every Tom the Dancing Bug cartoon. I went to every Michael Moore movie punctually the day after opening weekend (I never liked crowds). I listened to Air America from the literal first day they started broadcasting in my town, watched the Rachel Maddow show religiously. I marched against the Iraq War in 2003, cried when Kerry lost in 2004, and I’ve never used a drug in my life which felt like seeing Obama elected in 2008. My senior superlative? Most politically active. True. Fucking. Story.
You know what changed?
I woke up.
The world today is a mess, and every time I wrote the DNC a check or marched for some Social Justice cause or kicked someone under the table for talking during a day of silence I was doing my part to make that mess worse. So I stopped. It’s that easy.
I think you could stop too, if you wanted to. I don’t expect it, but please just look around and ask yourself honestly if we can really keep going the way we have.
I can understand the appeal of “I used to believe what you do now, but then I saw the light” arguments, but I’d rather not see this sort of thing replace a discussion of actual reasons for one’s changes in belief. It reduces the exchange of useful information, and it signals an unhelpful level of condescension.
...Michael Moore?
...Rachel Maddow?
Have you read a single damn word of my above comment?
I’m getting full-on Poe’s Law vibes from this. Do you really, truly feel like the world revolves around your skinny first-world bourgeois STEM dudebro ass? That conversion from a very boring and milquetoast American white liberal to a wannabe fascist has been some ethical and philosophical triumph of yours? Man, oh man.