Posts Tagged 'Relativity'

Revolutionary Empathy

The most troubling bit about the rash of stories involving unarmed civilians killed by authority figures that have dominated the news cycle over the last couple years isn’t their seeming frequency. Yes, the fact that there seems to be a new one every few days is beyond alarming, but despite what social and the news media suggests, cops aren’t running around shooting everybody (just like most young Muslim dudes don’t spend their days calling for jihad and most black/Latino kids aren’t in street gangs). What’s REALLY troubling about these events is how they expose the lengths some of us will go to convince ourselves that another human-fucking-being DESERVED to die.

It doesn’t matter our reasons either; doesn’t matter if we’re having difficulty accepting that the people tasked with our protection are capable of such things (which is odd given that behind every badge is another human-fucking-being dealing with real human-fucking-being shit), nor does it matter how much ‘less’ of a human we think the victim was; to THAT PERSON (and their friends/family) they were just as much of an eat/shit/sleep/die human as us; this we cannot explain away (no matter how much we lean on bullshit “but they stole a candy bar when they were six” rationalizations). It all boils down to us damning another person to DEATH for VIRTUALLY nothing

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The United States of America™ is the most recent (and most ‘popular’) brand of Diverse Peoples Whose Ancestors Evolved In Different Places, Under Different Climates Living ‘Relatively’ Peacefully In ONE Place. Such places are beacons for criticism because they don’t make ‘sense.’ How can such a diverse collection of human particles come together without ‘banging’ into oblivion (read: descend into an orgy of xenophobia-driven death an’ destruction)?! Perhaps the incredulity is due to the fact that we don’t believe we can unite our-goddamn-selves! If we’re such individual messes, how can we live in peace with others who are either equally or more messy than we are? But here’s the rub: We desperately WANT to believe this, hence our boiling over frustration (all that “I have rights!” stuff) whenever ANYTHING happens that contradicts this notion. Shit’s kinda beautiful. In a fucked up sorta way.

Naturally Artificial


I’ve always taken issue with the notions that humans ‘play’ God, or that our creations are ‘artificial’ or ‘unnatural’ as everything we create is composed of elements found within our universe. Yes, some of our creations may be syntheses of (oftentimes other synthesized) elements, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that the elements, like us, are NATURALLY occurring. Also, all these creations evolve into existence through our natural-ass hands and are products of our natural-ass minds which are driven by natural-ass genetic predispositions. In this way—cities, high-tech gadgetry and everything else we create are no different than anthills or termite colonies. (What may set us apart, however, is our hyper meticulously obsessive method of creation.) It’s hard for us to divorce ourselves from our perception of ourselves as a superior species to see this though; to understand just how ‘naked’ we are in the universe. We are just so damn full of ourselves. But what if we can’t help it? What if we—due to the fact that WE are all we know‘have no choice’ but to perceive other species, our world and the broader universe as it RELATES to US—a mountain is ‘large’ because it is ‘bigger’ than US, an ant is ‘little’ because it is ‘smaller’ than US. Interestingly, it is this basic bigger-than/smaller-than concept that dictates how we FEEL about every goddamn (relative) thing around us, from the examples mentioned to the infinite vagaries of the infinite universe. Doesn’t matter the matter, we always start with 1.

Light Ones : Dark Ones

I wonder if the damn near global deification of ‘light’ skin has less to do with the self-aggrandizing PR that The West™ has spread around the world, and more to do with a ‘simple,’ primal relationship with literal light and dark. Primarily our prehistoric understanding of light’s capacity to illuminate dark, scary places (the dynamic that likely influenced the arrogance and entitlement that led to the aforementioned wag-the-dog PR). Just think about it: We’ve only been ‘light creators‘ for a relatively short period of time. Before that, we were hyper dependent on the sun to ‘save’ us from the darkness (hence our pedantically precise measurements of light and dark; see: solstices, equinoxes).

We coveted the light and feared the dark; and since we’ve never really overcame this fear, the fact that we consider the peoples who look ‘like’ the light ‘good/right’ and those who mirror the darkness ‘bad/wrong’ kinda makes evolutionary sense. But here’s the ironic—potentially existential crisis causing—rub: The peoples who evolved under the sun’s most intense wrath developed a defense from it; a ‘dark’ defense. I wonder if our ancestors who decided to leave the equatorial region to settle in more temperate climates where they ‘lightened’ up—prior to leaving—thought this was an ‘offense’ (a curse; one they were ‘born into’) and the subsequent transformation they experienced; as well as their ‘discovery’ of ‘new’ seasons; only confirmed this. Oh, and enduring shit like this probably corroborated their king-of-the-hill self perception; solidified their chosen-one status.

The fight to be.


“Damn, all my cliches are bouncing off this argument, but no matter what, I’m gonna keep chucking ’em at it. I’ll be damned if I give up now. I’ve been buying this school-of-thought my whole damn life, it’s even intrinsically linked to my persona. If I lose it then I’m nothing and I’ve worked so hard to be something.”

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Ambam’s Burden

Ambam gorilla
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Much of our e-rage ain’t nothin’ but temper tantrums dressed up in hackneyed platitudes and intellectual posturing intended to sting the people we didn’t have the balls to go after at the time they were comin’ after us; all emboldened by hand-selected, aggressively pandering, pitchfork-wielding mobs who take up residence in our ‘thought ghettos’; dead-end places blighted by dismissiveness and a highly addictive substance called myopia.