I came across this on my okc journal today...

I don't need it here since most people don't comment and those who do are mostly politically aligned with me. Nonetheless, there are bits here that are of use or might be to other people, especially wimmin or Black wimmin (often constructed as angry and threatening, if they should stand up for themselves) who are habitually forced to comply when it comes to their roles in heated online debates...

hmmm...

Aug. 19, 2009

I realize part of what pisses me off about places where humans gather is the high premium placed on following The Rules.

Whose rules?

I don't know.

But I realize people attempt to bind me to them fairly regularly, here on okc.

I realize following The Rules is much more important to people than say...not being oppressive or tracking thoughts and behaviours that are part of the dominant society.

For someone like me the reverse is true. I don't mind people who habitually break rules governing propriety.

I really cannot stand people who either subtly or not so subtly bring me oppressive beliefs. I have no space for them. I have no interest in them. I certainly have no reason to sit down and spend time at my computer debating with them.

I know that for amerikkkans who are fed a fairly consistent diet of televised debates between the two "sides" of their political system, this kind of polarized interaction is money in the bank.

It's food.

It's stimulation.

It makes them feel as if they're doing something useful. Changing the world. Channeling the democrats and the republicans (who by the way excluded so many parties from their debates, including the Green Party under the leadership of Cynthia McKinney, who is three times the leader obamarama will ever be...)

But that's another post. I just fucking love her to death, though. She's so brave.

I realize that when you live off of politics where the untrustworthy, dressed up as right and good, debates with the untrustworthy, dressed up as right and good, with both "sides" functioning as part of a diseased whole bent on manipulating and fooling the voting public...

And when you and your family and your coworkers and your town and your state all watch these "sides" do an emptied ritualized dance known as debate, which is designed to occupy your mind, but to also "teach" you what it means to deal with those you disagree with....

Where you are taught to maintain a pleasantly passive aggressive tone...

Where you are taught to slip in passive aggressive jabs, punches and knifings, while saying the most courteous things...

Where you are taught to never ever directly call a moron a moron...

Where you are taught to never ever directly call an evil bastard an evil bastard...

Where you are taught that the form, the ritual, the rules of the dance are actually much more important than whether bad behaviour is called out and dealt with in the open...

Well...

Let's just say...I don't see it that way. I think of debate with a person who is clearly lost, stupid, vicious or perhaps touched in the head, as a massive time waster.

I don't value it. I don't believe it changes anything...unh...it changes the level of energy I have for use with people I actually want to talk to. So, I guess it changes something after all. :)

In any case, I won't do it. I won't follow the rules of engagement being offered to me. I don't value them.

If I was a fighter, a warrior, a soldier, I'd be a street fighter, a guerilla, probably defined as a "terrorist" for being bent on not following rules of engagement and "civilized" combat.

So now that you know that...

Hopefully it's clear that when people who come with fairly unoriginal if not downright oppressive ideas about issues I may write about comment here on this journal, they should count themselves lucky that I don't firebomb their pathetic asses.

I don't think they realize that they should count themselves lucky that all they walk away with is being ignored or told they're morons.

But yeah...sigh...

I notice that when they don't get the attention and interaction they expect, they get nasty, ill tempered, indignant, bratty.

Now, that's not very debaterly...is that a word? :)

This shows in the comments they leave, so effectively shitting and pissing on this journal space.

It's beastial, really. giggles...

Unattractive.

I can't stop them from commenting, it seems. Not without blocking all comment. But deleting them is something I don't mind doing right now. Maybe at another point, after I've spent more time around their filth and bile, I'll learn to just co-exist...

But I hope they don't hold their breaths waiting. I'm not good at co-existing with rotting tripe. :)

So yeah...deleting comments.

I prefer that to thinking that I'm helping spread their abusive aggressions, thereby giving them a forum for what was already lying there, underneath their initial comments, so clearly dimwitted and enraged that I would even have anything to write when my thoughts should have already been determined for me by those who craft popular views for the majority of serfs in our society.

When I read their comments, their attempts to silence, when I see people attempt to engage with them in ways that are respectful, I realize that I don't have either the energy or the inclination to do the same. I prefer to just...press...delete...

...And to realize that they can't delete my journals. They can just attempt to make it really uncomfortable for me to post here.

Fatal error. :)

I actually thrive in uncomfortable environments. I dunno. It's just something about me. I think there was an okc question related to this. Oh wait! Did I write the question? Or did I just answer it? :)

So, fine. Little ones, I don't want you here. But if you choose to keep coming, I will choose to keep deleting your asses.

heh...Maybe you've got Black wimmin bosses who crush you under their boots everyday and force you to scurry around like so many little rodents.

Or maybe...you've tried to cruise some Black girls real time or on okc and they shot you down in FLAMES explaining in excruciating detail how completely revolted they were by you and then maybe they laughed long and hard and threw garbage at you.

Yeah. I could see either of those scenarios happening, if this disease you came with and brought to share with me is what attempts to seep through from underneath every single time you...encounter someone who's way of being or whose beliefs differ radically from yours, who does not give you the attention you believe you deserve.

And people want to take me to task for not engaging with your bile? :)

You want to come and shit on my journal? :)

You want to come and attempt to socially mount me and dominate me as a way to show me that domination does not exist? :)

You want to use unspoken rules of okc journal conduct to hold me to task and bring me to your diseased little table to parlay?

:)

Fat chance, morons.