Stranger Than Paradise

I do not need Niall Ferguson to remind me how often these cataclysms human civilizations occur, usually through succession of newer-ending authority upon the old, Pharaohs or Emperors defacing sculptures or frescoes they do not like, riots or reactionaries destroying art, burning manuscripts. I thought by now Americans would know better, and even if I got as ugly as I pleased, and forced Google to suspend my platform services, or brought the administrators in my network to suspend me on Twitter, it would not do much good. I am a woman four years from sixty, with a passionate love for life, beaten down by minority arrogance most whites, barring extremists, or former Governor Sarah Palin, being dismissive with phraseology, like "shucking and jiving," though the behavior does exist, would find too radioactive to touch, but I just have to ask those on the ideological left, who the fuck do you think you are? Saints, incapable of cruelty in your own right? This isn't simply about the Civil War, which has as many elements of white trash as segregation once had the force of legal authority. It is more than that. You're trying to eradicate the very basics of human nature. It can't be done, and Africans can be bad: Louis Farrakhan once openly asked "what is a Jew?" on tabloid television, and Al Sharpton is as reactive as Donald Trump. He's certainly not Barack Obama, with that soaring audacity, and the occasional willingness  to speak truth to power, despite the fact that his movement didn't move the barometer that much. We are just sorry, sad creatures, and I wash my hands of it. The superficiality of modern day constructs, like Bachelor in Paradise, doesn't help. Producers throw a bunch of 20 somethings together, and I have absolutely no idea where Corinne got her notions of sexual assault. I know what abuse is, the alcoholism and addictions tied into it. One of my mothers lovers, street name Beaky, tried to sleep with me when I still had a throb for John Tassoni. I have had to eat so much humiliation, but what buzzes is candied people on network getting into it beyond what ABC bargained for in playing up diversity and romantic tension. No one dares to say that perhaps Corinne was afraid of DeMario because he was black, though it sits right in front of us, social fears, reality on the ground, and sex makes us vulnerable. It is not always loving, has as many triggers as pleasures, and maybe shouldn't be played up for the camera in the course of normal courtship rituals. You're all beyond me today.