And today, it’s perfectly okay…
Give birth to a child. Raise that child. Cuddle. Cradle. Everything. In response to this endless dote, this child reflects its gratitude in his or her ways and choices. Whittle it down, it would take a meteor of something to come between that love. That love between child, parent(s), and siblings. And that meteor? Often sexual orientation—often enough to let slip a get the fuck out and never show your face again. And from that point on, no longer family. No longer loved. Avoided. Rejected. Joked about. Emotionally strangled. Abandoned. Good parents yesterday, and by today’s standards—still.
To have a flag. To be a citizen. To have a job and its minimum wage security. Privileged, but struggling nonetheless. Privileged in that you are not reckoned a blight and because your struggle is the struggle of everyone, or the everyone that seems to matter. Struggling, because that is what capitalism is. Endless sacrifice to be ahead. Everyone. Always. Momentum. And because the team is so important, the red, white, and blue, or whatever patriotic threads whip colors in your winded ideals, it’s certainly justifiable to kick those at the curb. To noose the bottom and lockout those wishing to become. Snobs we are, but that’s okay. Snicker. Snare. Our way.
Illegal. Illegal. Okay. Two fugitives and one slap on the back. Rob Ford, a druggie. Miley Cyrus, a slut. Barack Obama, our president. A narrowed knit of the brow for the one that’s addicted to the wrong substance. Fellow celebs, mothers, former Disney noodlers, feminists, nearly them all—lining up to slap the bitch that’s born with skin and cladded by society. And sit back we will, as the first black elect, our POTUS, the American holy one, drones, attempts to gag the whistler with his curdling pea, and all the other whispers of democracy.
All this hate, and so much more. Why is it that we can so intimately be the lips that make painful the strides of all those that exist amongst us—and not, because of labeling, categorizing, and generalized distaste for anything not salt and pepper? And yet, here we are, the acceptable okay hate of right now. The Mary Helens. The welfare snoots. The alcoholic ankle-blaring poll partisans. All of us. We.
Where did Hitler come from?
Who is Hitler?