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Friday, February 07, 2020

extreme clarification

I don’t necessarily mean
armed response by government enforcers.
Yes, that - everywhere it rises to cross
the line of crime! But let’s do a bit better
than pawn it off on hirelings, please. Each
rightstanding, well-meaning, okay occasionally
upfucking one of us ought to stand forth and howl,
when we see such bestial behaviors. Where people act
like you wanna go what the fuck at, where people put

you

in the place of I can’t even, where no one else
is there to do it - and no one else ever is - WE
must be the press of question. We must be the brunt
of disapproval. We must abhor the abhorrent. We must,
you know, stand up and call BULL SHIT

by its given name. Can’t let it stand
in a room you’re in. Can’t let ’em say
or pretend to think it was okay
- in any room you’re in.

I don’t mean you, dear. I propose
this more as a social norm. Imagine if
everybody else were GENERALLY responsible
to do it. Imagine if

even ten to twenty people in every room
of fifty or so felt strongly about the
One Ass currently assing it up! “Gee, I
should say something, shouldn't I?
That’s utterly fuckso.”

YES.

It would be a sea change
the likes of which would
take a quantum leap
to explain. People

would be so on board with it
if only a very few more were.

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