Saturday, March 7, 2015

Rope-a-Dope

We're the dope: lumbering, reactive, powerful but slow-footed and encumbered by our lack of understanding and easily enticed into a fight certain to fail. We only know one way to fight. 

And it's not working. So why fight in that way or at all? Think of the generations of boxers representing tough groups of immigrants and the permanent underclass. How are we like that? 

We aren't. Not for a long time. We have grown out of the toughness but we keep fighting which is why we're losing, a pathetic, morally unhinged actor in the world. It's reality versus vanity.

Vanity won. And greed. Our national sense of self betrayed us and failed us. I'm mighty hard on the racists but the whole country went that way at some point by feeling right no matter how we behave.

It's a national identity version of an evangelical salvation experience. We got our cards stamped and we don't think it matters what we do anymore. We were predestined and chosen, it seems.

That's racism. Rightness can be associated with behavior or identity and we're now a huge identity movement, the epitome of "white-is-right," a beefy, tattooed dude with a shaved head. 

Someday we will pay for this, wait and see.


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