following on from yesterdays interview with 'That Bastard...' I bring you his unique, full throttle, full frontal view of this era of political correctness...it's quite a ride
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Y'know, I was honestly going to write up something witty, something funny for my guest post for G over at Bloggerati.com. It would've been full of wit and perhaps even a little bit of satire, and certainly would've kept you entertained for the duration of its' length and girth.
So I apologize if I come off as a little aggressive in the writing of this blog post. I'm naturally aggressive already, and to make matters worse a subject has come up recently that has only acted to incite the flame of my wrath, an easily triggered thing to begin with.
I hate political correctness. I hate people who believe political correctness is a good thing. I hate people who go out of their way to ensure that everyone is kept safe and snug, wrapped in a blanket of p.c. on a hugbox of pure delight.
Once, these people and their disgusting, sycophantic supporters would've been killed off through the process of natural selection and such - nowadays technology and medical breakthroughs, not the truly helpful kind that can stave off disease or prolong the human lifespan or ensure a hardier physical form, ensure that these soft, thin-skinned, uncalloused beings can continue to live a long, fruitless, and unhelpful life.
Now some consider me to be something of a deep thinker, a poet, a lyricist, perhaps even a sensitive guy. Ultimately though, I'm a thug. I've long since embraced that ideal, and have come to terms with it as a fighter, a warrior, a writer, and a student. I'd like to say that someday I can be a true martial artist...but until then, I'm a thug, y'know?
Here's the thing though - there IS no place in today's modern world for me. Warriors await, honing their skills with patience and diligence, slipping about society's various levels of social and financial strata. Fighters are pawns, sent forth to various wars to make politicians look good and to take the heat when things get hectic. Writers are useless, a dime a dozen, though the skill itself is still so very necessary nowadays. And the student....
Oh dear god, the student. When did the search for knowledge and self-improvement become weighed by only the dollar signs?
So. Where does a thug fit IN in such a situation? We're frowned upon, the subject of scorn and disappointment, yet in each of these social types there's the thug.
It's more than just fighting, the desire to fight, or the NEED to fight. It's the inherent ability to accept oneself, to accept the truth of one's situation - and to never simply accept the status quo.
Perhaps I'm wrong...but that's just my definition of the whole thing. I'm a thug - I couldn't give a flying fuck about whatever highbrow ideals you may have, whatever excuses or rationalizations you might use. Something is what it is and no amount of euphemism, redefinition, rationalization, or flat-out doublespeak and softspeek you use can
change the nature of the thing.
So where the hell does a guy like me fit IN a civilization like this?
The current dynasty under heaven seems to be the same thing all around, no matter where you go - the middle class ground up and weakened, the lowest class devoured, the upper classes grow stronger at the expense of the whole machine. People like me are already pissed, but what about the rest? How much longer will you simply suck it up, simply take whatever you're given while more of your freedoms and rights are taken? When will it be enough?
For me, it was the MOMENT someone suggested that the right to defend myself was a false one - that one should simply bear the brunt of an attack and continue on. That such a thing was, in fact, stronger than beating the unholy fuck out of the person who dared to raise a fist against me.
Today, it's politically correct to empathize with others, to understand their viewpoint and consider that it's stronger than your own. It's politically correct to not use certain words in case it might offend someone else of some other faith, color, creed or belief. It's politically correct to believe that the opinions of others have greater weight than yours. It's politically correct to believe that someone else with more experience, a better judgement, or higher
standing than you can resolve the bad situation you've just stumbled across.
And that's all incredibly anathema to me.
Am I the only one who finds this whole politically correct bullshit to be in incredibly bad taste, reeking of lies, redolent with filth? Am I honestly the only person who thinks "They're obviously not talking about me - I know what I am, and that's not it," or am I the one in the wrong when I hear someone of a different color say the word "nigger?"
Martin Luther King, Jr. believed honestly in equality, not that African-Americans should be raised ABOVE all others. He believed in true equality towards the end of his life, equality for all children of every color.
Is it so hard a concept though? Is it truly so hard to understand?
And that's the rub of it: in the shadow of political correctness lurks the weakness of humanity. That the color of your skin dictates your place in life, your strengths. That your faith and beliefs are what place you above others. That who and how you love should be dictated by others. That the individual is greater and superior to others through the lowly values they share with others, and yes - it IS lowly. There is no elitism in believing your genes are greater through no other proof (certainly not genetic stability!) than what you're told. There is no elitism in believing that your faith, your god/dess, is greater through no other proof than what you're told.
There is no superiority to be found by believing that due to where you're born, how you're born, or the gender you're born with/given by the doctor/midwife you're somehow simply better than others. When you see a certain amount of people bleed and bruise, you begin to understand something though, and I'm certain that other thugs, fighters, and martial artists will agree with me on this stance - we all bleed the same. We all experience pain, pleasure, sensations and emotions. In the crucible of a streetfight, we are all rendered equal beyond the lowly values of skin color and baser faith: in a fight, experience and training is everything. The speed of thought, the constitution of the body - these are what's truly important, and from that viewpoint do I approach anything else. Strike at the heart of the matter, and you'll always find the core of truth: even in politics and business, where corruption lays so thick it's tangible.
Bah. From the gloriously polluted shores of the U.S. to South Africa to Japan, no matter where you go it's the same thing: the little guy getting fucked up, over, and out by the bigger guy. But it wasn't always this way, was it? The history books haven't been changed THAT much in the past ten years, have they?
As an artist, a writer, and a musician I believe in self-censorship as an act of art, the most beautiful of creation being that which you leave out for the viewer to fill in themselves. A direct request of communication, the interactivity between the artist and the audience, ever beloved and immortal.
Yet when someone says I must be censored because it offends them - that is when I react with thuggish violence and intimidation. Because when I was being raised, I was taught rather pro-American values, at least the ones that were being espoused at the time: we all have a power of creation and destruction within us. We all have the right to defend ourselves should we be set upon by others, whether it be physically or verbally. We all have the right to work hard and improve ourselves, to become more as we grow older and gain experience and knowledge.
We all have the right to say what we wish, to think what we wish, and to BE what we wish.
And that's the thing, isn't it? To a thug like me, baser and brunt, brutal and lacking in political correctness, it was a wonderful series of points that I have lived my life by. Yeah, there were those who WERE politically correct back in the day, but weren't they just a joke?
When did they gain so much power? When did they gain the strength to enforce their silly ideals over the freedoms of others?
I don't know. I don't know how to fix it either. Perhaps my music will do it? Perhaps my writing will do it? Perhaps if I spread the ideals that I grew to believe were truly good, truly enabled the individual to be free amongst a morass of further useless laws...
But it's all, ultimately, pointless.
All I can do, all any of us do, is hold and and do what we can. Grow stronger as an individual, grow in strength and experience, prepare for the worst and hope for the best.
Perhaps this was a bit of a ramble, but I sincerely cannot apologize for that - after all, if'n ya read my blogposts you oughta be used to this kind of thing by now, y'know? To me, political correctness has its' place, but the degree it's being taken to nowadays...
All we can do is be aware, be prepared, and as individuals be ready should we ever have to find ourselves in an absolute breakdown of civilization or the simple need to rise up and defend ourselves against our oppressors, even if they be our own people.
Y'know, I spoke earlier of being a thug and such, and that's true - I'm more than willing to smash a dude than simply accept being condescended to. I make my choices, I live by 'em. But the question still remains of what's a fella like me to do in a civilization like this? I can't simply roll over and bare throat, it's not my style at all.
I can't simply accept that maybe I SHOULD be politically correct, because I honestly don't give a rat's ass about your beliefs, your color, or your religion. If you must kill me in the name of your god, then bring it - I'll be more than happy to prove with action and deed which of us is truly worthy of existence.
Even through words, I'll be more than happy to take you on, all while being brutal, direct, and without guile. I have no need to be anything but what and who I am, and whether it be with pen, sword, or bared fist I will happily and eagerly take you on.
Because in denying political correctness, in shedding myself of those morals I deem unworthy of me, I find there to be a certain freedom. A certain amount of room to wriggle and squirm, to find what makes me happy. Perhaps I'm wrong in this stance...but I'm not afraid of being either wrong OR right, especially when it comes to this.
I reckon that, ultimately, whatever choice I'm going to make will be mine alone. I have my philosophy, and I have my way of doing things.
I can't make everyone happy with the choices I make, the actions I take, but that's the thing - I'm not focused on making anyone else happy, save those that are in my sphere of influence, my little slice of life. If I can do that without sacrificing who and what I am, than I shall die a happy, fulfilled man someday.
Hopefully not too soon though~!
Stay hard, my friends. Stay hard.