Last night, I came home and read the gazillion-word comments some people left, although there was disagreement, nobody came across like they just had to be right. It was more a feeling that people were trying to further explain their views, not get anyone to bow down and say, “You are right.” I was, however, surprised that some of my older readers didn’t draw a strong correlation from what I wrote yesterday to an entry I wrote about a year ago. It was the one where I was undone that this Black guy was allowing a white girl to use the n-word all willy-nilly. Now either y’all are all new readers and don’t recall that post, or y’all didn’t take copious notes on everything I have written for future use in comment section discussions. Or I have lost my core audience. Maybe I’ve crossed over. Maybe I will convince Manfriend that seeing Get Rich Or Die Trying is a good idea and not a complete waste of time. Maybe?
Oh and speaking of yesterday, don’t think it went unnoticed that some of y’all came all up in here blogging in the comments section and didn’t have the decency to bring a bev-raj. Y’all know I don’t so much care what y’all do so long as you contribute to my eat-drink-be addiction and clean up after yourselves. Don’t let it happen again. Thanks.
The holidays are here. Yeah, the day after Halloween officially starts the holiday season. Please don’t forget the Katrina victims. And please don’t forget that we still have soldiers fighting a ‘war’. Send them something. Even a CD or something small might brighten some soldier or hurricane victim’s day. Goody two-shoes moment over.
There’s been a lot of talk about torture lately. The political correct thing for me to say is that even in times of war, I’m against it. But when I strip away the societal pressure to be PC and think if it were my family or friends in harms way and torture was the only way to stop it from happening, I’d say, “Strap that bastard’s nipples to my car battery if you have to.”
This might surprise some because I’m such a peaceful person. I don’t walk around with razors in my mouth like some people. I don’t go about the internet waging wars like some people. I was raised in Detroit and I do not own a gun or bullet proof vest. Peaceful indeed.
Let’s say we knew there was a plot to blow up, “insert your town or town where your family resides here.” The Amerikkkan government had some of the masterminds in custody. But they weren’t trying to give up any information that would help the US avoid the tragedy. Would you still say torture was wrong then?? I’m can’t sit here and honestly say I would.
Then I look in the mirror and remember I’m Black. OK, it’s not like I really forget, ever. But work with me here. With the realization that I’m Black comes the fear that if we allow our country to openly torture those who we know/think/claim have it in their hearts to cause this country harm, how long will it take before torturing our own citizens isn’t met with disapproval?? How long will it take before lynching in the town square becomes all the rage again? And yes, I know torture goes on already. I’m talking about us openly accepting torture as a method of war and way of life. Unfortunately, I know a wee bit to much to have the luxary of thinking this great country isn’t VERY capable of doing some f*cked up shyt right here on Amerikkkan soil! Which goes back to O’s entry about whose life are we living. I can’t exist in Amerikkka without remembering what this country has done to people, specifically my people. But that’s another post.
On this issue, I’m conflicted. Theoretically, torture is wrong. But in times of war, are there really-really-really any rules?? Hell, even in abar fight, there are no rules so why should we cling to rules during war? Especially when the enemies don’t?? We might have some of the best weapons on Earf! But if we’re fighting against people who will strap bombs to willing pregnant women, why are we so pressed for follow rules and wag a finger at a little torture here and there?? Are we standing on high grounds? It’s OK to bomb cities, but to torture an individual is so wrong? By the way, when I speak about war, I’m talking in the most general sense. I am not specifically talking about the one going on now.
Vote for me. Kajuana for president. I go too hard sometimes. I put me and mine first rules be damned. If there are going to be any rules, I want to write them and have the right to adjust them as I see fit. Is that too much to ask? Now y’all know I’ve written enough offensive things here, danced on enough elevated surfaces that I will never-evuh-evuh be elected to public office.
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