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I may switch to supporting Trump
Donald Trump is the most loathsome, criminal, disgusting pig in the history of American pigs. But I may support him in 2020.That is to say: I will not support Bernie Sanders in 2020. I despise Bernie Sanders so thoroughly I will support his opponent even if his opponent explicitly runs on a promise to kill everyone named Cannon.
My problem goes beyond Bernie (who, I'm sure, still won't show his taxes). At this point, I find progressives to be as despicable as Republicans. They're all addicted to Identity politics.
In other words, they're all guilt-givers.
The other day, I saw Spike Lee on the Chris Matthews program. I've always admired Lee -- he's one of the truly great directors -- but he pissed me off as only a true artist can.
Lee was wearing a shirt featuring the number "1619," to remind us of the first year slaves were introduced to this country. "We need to start talking about that," said Lee.
Start? START? Did he fucking say fucking START?
It seems to me as though we've been talking about nothing else since before the Civil War.
Here's my response, Mr. Lee. You're not going to like it. But you can harangue me for a thousand years and I'll still say the same thing. I've already heard everything that you could possibly say to me about slavery, and I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY SINS BUT MY OWN.
My own sins are plenty.
What does Lee hope to accomplish with his incessant message of "Hate yourself, Whitey"? Guilt-givers like Lee made Trump president, and now the guilt-givers want to give Trump a second term.
Newsflash: Democracy is a popularity contest. Guilt-giving is not the way to make yourself popular. Quite the opposite.
"But I'm filled with rage and I think white people SHOULD feel guilty, MUST feel guilty, for the following reasons..."
Stop it. You still don't get it, do you? Democracy is popularity contest.
Progressives remain eternally blind to the fact that they are not popular. Most people (including most members of minority groups) hate political-correctness. Most people hate identity politics. Plenty of people who didn't like Trump voted for him nonetheless because they want to send a message to the progs: We hate you. We're sick of the politics of guilt.
I am fucking sick and tired of black people saying "Feel guilty, Whitey." There. I said it and I won't take it back.
That doesn't mean I wish black people ill. That doesn't mean I want them to suffer police abuse or job discrimination or anything of that sort.
When the insurrection broke out after the Freddie Grey funeral here in Baltimore, I happened to be sitting next to a black guy at the local Mickey D. We watched the TV coverage. He was appalled by those (relatively minor) acts of violence. I was the one shouting "It's about goddamned time someone fought back."
That's been my attitude pretty much all of my life.
Yet black people in the media constantly tell me to feel guilty for something I did not do. And I have finally had it up to here.
I grew up with a Sicilian mother and a Jewish stepfather. Believe me, if there's one thing I know about, it's guilt. My family was devoted to one cause: Making sure that I grew up with the bedrock certainty that everything wrong with the world was MY fault. When Apollo 13 broke down, my first reaction was to apologize.
Here's the thing about growing up with rage-addicted, resentment-filled guilt-givers who used a kid -- a kid -- as their perpetual emotional punching bag: After a while, the kid says "Fuck it. I'm not apologizing to you ever again. Even if I do something that actually merits remorse. No more apologies."
If a child feels that he is damned no matter what he does, he learns to accept damnation. Catholics have a term for this: The sin of despair.
As with a child, so too with an adult.
In nearly every contest in every election, I've voted the way black people vote. Looking back on my life, I honestly can't think of any person of color I've treated in a racist fashion.
No doubt, the previous sentence will infuriate someone. "You're wrong, Cannon. You ARE a racist and always have been, and I don't give a shit who you voted for." Message to that reader: You don't know my life. What makes you so goddamed sure that I have Klan robes in my closet?
Yes, I have plenty of sins on my ledger. Sins grave enough to make the devil blush. I wrestle with that realization every hour of every day remaining to me. But: Not that sin. Believe what you will, tell yourself whatever fable you want to hear: I know my life and you do not.
Again: Many sins weigh on my conscience but not that sin. Nevertheless, all my life, black people have insisted on telling me: "Feel guilty, Whitey. My problems are all your fault."
Even though I've been poor most of my life -- even though I've lived in homeless shelters and commuted by bus, even though I buy clothing only in thrift stores (purchasing only the half-price items), and even though I spent my last dollar yesterday on a can of tuna -- black people call me privileged. Even the ones who drive nice cars and wear expensive shoes still feel that they have the right to call me privileged.
God, but I've come to despise that word.
They feel that the P word applies to me and not to (say) Barack Obama, who went to fucking Occidental College as an out-of-state student, despite having (by his own admission) crummy grades. (Oxy is a dumping ground for rich kids in southern California who don't have the grades for USC.)
The P word is never bestowed on someone like Spike Lee, even though I'm pretty sure that the son of Bill Lee grew up in easier circumstances than those I knew after my dad died. Lee is worth $40 million now, yet he still seems perpetually filled with resentment. The man lives like a king, yet he wants be an emperor. And somehow, it's my fault that men don't bow before him. Lee has the same infuriating sense of entitlement commonly associated with Donald Trump. Of course, there's a big difference between Lee and Trump: Lee has far greater intelligence and talent. But the arrogance is similar.
Women. Similarly, an incessant parade of women have always tried to make me feel guilty. If they are unhappy with themselves, they blame me.
There's a reason this list has gone viral. Believe it or not, that poor guy had it easy compared to the way I lived during my first serious relationship.
Too many women have become incredibly domineering and controlling. In fact, they are downright sadistic. Although men are still often caricatured as ape-like brutes, as loud and unfettered "Stanley Kowalski" types, feminists are actually closer to that stereotype.
The woman I live with now is one of the few I've known who isn't like that.
Many feminists never let a male finish a thought. No matter how carefully a man tries to pare down the argument -- can I get it down to two sentences? One? -- she will pounce before a man can utter seven consecutive words.
I knew a feminist back in the 1990s. The moment I uttered a noun, any noun, she would interrupt. She simply had to spew out every idea/memory/word-association conjured up by that noun. Yet she would accuse me (and every other male) of interrupting her. I once secretly recorded a forty minute phone conversation with her: The only uninterrupted sentences allowed to me were "Hello" and "See ya." Everything else was a nonstop brain-dump, a volcano of verbiage. Her verbiage. Frankly, what she had to say wasn't particularly original or insightful. But still she just had to say it, and she used feminist argot to "guilt" me into patiently accepting her every triteness.
I've met many, many, many women like that. And I'm sick of it. Sick of the rudeness. Sick of hearing feminism used as an excuse for rudeness.
I have a soft voice. I don't interrupt. I make an effort to be a good listener. All my life, women have taken advantage of my politeness. They harangue me incessantly in shrill, loud tones, usually doing 80 to 90 percent of the talking. (I speak literally.) Yet they accuse me of interrupting them whenever I try to formulate an argument of any complexity.
When a woman says "You're not listening!" what she really means is: "Do as I command! Never disagree with me! Never say one word that I do not want to hear!"
I've been abused by most of the women I've known in my life. There. I've said it. I can't prove it to you, not without revealing more about myself than I care to. If you are a feminist, you wouldn't believe me anyways, since you think all men are Penismonsters. No amount of evidence would suffice. But I know what it is like to be hit. The blows don't physically hurt, but the humiliation is unendurable.
Modern women are pigs.
Gays. I don't know what the hell you want from me, but it isn't what you say you want from me. I've never mistreated a gay person. I would be fine voting for a gay politician. I'd have no problem if a child of mine were gay. I've had a couple of bisexual ladyfriends.
(Frankly, they're preferable. I used to be a commercial artist. Bisexual women do not turn into quivering balls of insecurity if I draw a picture of a voluptuous female.)
But there's one message I'd like to give every gay person: Your problems are your problems. I'm not responsible for them.
Don't blame me if you don't like yourself. Self-loathing is a universal constant; if you weren't gay, you'd probably be just as unhappy for some other reason. The myth of all-pervasive homophobia has become your all-purpose excuse, your way of blaming the Eternal Other for your fucking depression.
A gay man is someone who, when he is blinded by the sun's glare, does not simply put on a pair of sunglasses, as the rest of us do. He screams: "Turn down the sun!"
In other words, when faced with a challenge, the gay man blames the world. If a gay man doesn't radiate 100 percent self-esteem at all times, it's always society's fault, not his.
Sorry, gay people and trans people, but I just don't give a rat's ass about your self-esteem issues. You don't care about my self-esteem issues, so why should I care about yours?
It's a tough, unforgiving world and we're all on our own. Deal with it.
Gays are forever overestimating their numbers. They once published a magazine named "Ten Percent," because they told themselves that they constituted ten percent of the population. Gore Vidal repeatedly spoke of thirty percent, as if he knew what the hell he was talking about. In fact, gays are roughly 2.5 percent of the population. Look it up. I was shocked to learn that there are more pedophiles than gay people in this country. Again: Look it up.
There's nothing wrong with belonging to a 2.5 percent minority group. Yet ever since Kinsey, gays have flattered themselves with bogus statistics -- and as a result of their propaganda, dunderheaded young people now believe that gays constitute 23 percent of the population.
My message to gays is much the same as my message to climate denialists: Science is science. You can't insist upon a science that makes you feel good.
I know what some of you are now longing to say: "Just for once, you should look at it from my point of view..."
"Just for once"? "Just for once"? Jesus Christ, I've heard no other point of view since the fucking 1970s!
All my adult life, I've been assailed by feminists/blacks/gays who -- hilariously -- think that I have yet to hear their rap. In a sense, they're just like the 9/11 "controlled demolition" nutjobs. They keep telling me that they're gonna blow my mind with some new new NEW information -- yet invariably, they have no words to offer other than those I've already heard a zillion times.
Black people, women, gays, progressives: Let's be done with the illusion that you have anything new new NEW to say. You don't.
Your hatred of me is very familiar. I am already well aware that I am the cause of all your problems. That's right: Blame it on me. That extremely poor guy who lives in a small attic in Baltimore -- the guy who doesn't know what he's going to eat after he's emptied that can of tuna -- he's the privileged one. He's the sunvabitch who has caused your problems.
You must never blame yourself for anything. Blame that guy in the attic, for his skin is white and he has a penis and he does not sleep with men.
I am your insecurity-dump, your rage-dump, your fury-dump. It's perfectly okay for you to hate me so that you may never hate that person you see in the mirror.
But:
Please don't pretend that you have something new new NEW to tell me. Please don't think that you possess some explosive new insight which is going to cause my occiput to rocket out of my cranium and out the window and into the street where dogs may piss on it.
After a certain age, one realizes that one has heard pretty much everything. Everything. For me, "conversation" and "cliche" are synonyms. You know what a conversation is? It's two people who spend an hour hitting each other over the head with bags of banalities. I have found that even people considered novel and clever are actually quite predictable.
Serge Diaghilev once commanded Jean Cocteau: "Astonish me!" That's my challenge -- and not just to blacks, women and gays. To everyone.
You probably won't meet that challenge. I doubt that any of you are capable of saying any words, on any topic, that are truly unpredictable.
I, on the other hand, posses that ability. I'm clever that way.
Allow me to demonstrate.
John Lennon (another clever fellow) once wrote: "Woman is the nigger of the world." Today, the heterosexual white male is the nigger of the world, at least of the progressive world. Nothing we do is ever right.
That's the thing about guilt-givers. After a while, the target says "Fuck it."
Blacks, feminists, gays, progressives: I'm sick of being your nigger.
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