This week is the week of equating MAGA hats with Nazi armbands. Apparently I'm either misremembering my time at The Well or Godwin's Law has been sunsetted and replaced by a wacky doppelganger. These days mentioning Nazis does not end the reasonableness of the conversation, it legitimizes face punching. Well, I'm all for a good punch in the nose, but it seems to me that if we were dealing with Nazis more dangerous than Jay and Silent Bob then a punch in the nose would not be advisable. Everybody knows Nazis carry Luger pistols. One wouldn't expect today's typical American Chatty Cathy to know the difference between crypto-Nazis with their citronella torchlights and actual danger. This is why we have yelling teenagers and toothless wonders representing the 'dangerous divide' in American 'debate'. You see it all depends on your attire. If you're outfitted with a red MAGA hat, then you are evil, or at least deplorable. A nice ceremonial drum on the other hand, confers sainthood, or at least the halo of cultural authenticity.
It occurs to me that we have invented another N word. Except it's like 1947 and nobody minds calling people out of their name in public. Nazi this. Nazi that. Once the Nazi has been identified then the argument is over. The existence of Nazis is the end of moral consideration. You know, like the existence of WMD.
It has been quite a few months since I decided that to be a wry stoic and combat epistemologist, that I would mock and deny a cast of raving fools. These days it makes me perversely attracted to the moronic inferno that is Facebook and social media. So I'm probably not one to talk about how much water is wasted dousing burning crosses. After all, I have no fear of the alt-right cuck callers and 4Chan doxxers. Perhaps I have too much faith in justice or my pistols, or the triumph of reason. I keep trying to tell people who are startled and alarmed seeking to inform me about the ills of Trumpist racism that I grew up around Crips who actually murdered people on the regular. Still I persist in my mockery, and I feel rather lonely about it. As much as I truly enjoy the podcasts of Joe Rogan who is just a brainy, raunchy delight, too often I feel like the rest of the smart, civilized guys out there are trying too hard to take the burden of civilization onto the shoulders of their 38 Slim herringbone jackets. There are no great comforts for free men it seems.
Are we doomed to become irascible assholes? I mean I claim it and I don't mind, but I'm a lot more fun than that. Fun seems to be off the table. That's no good. There's got to be a better way than Deadpool. Maybe I'll see what Gerard is up to. Perhaps he's found something more fun than poetry.
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