Look, I know in every generation they think its always getting worse than it was (which is rarely backed up by the data),
But I'm curious, does everyone else here feel like the insanity is growing? Or do ya'll think the issue is we're simply becoming more aware of all the insanity that has been laying under the surface all this time.
Or do ya'll think its all just the same shit different day and not much has changed?
For me in my lifetime, some of this stuff really seems to be more out there than I ever would have imagined possible.
The problem with many of us is that we are too concerned with race in a way that rivals breeding of horses and dogs for show. We apply such an ignorant thing to our species as if it meant something. We are all humans. That's the bottom line. When I married my African wife of 12 years (we are now divorced) a friend of mine informed me that "I was destroying my race." WTF? How utterly ignorant. I'm not a show dog. I'm a human.
We have so many that are racist unawares and also those who are outright racist. I don't want anyone talking that crap around me.
Especially now that we know that "race" has no biological reality at all when it comes to meaningful genetic heritages. Biologically, we now know "race" is largely just another false human social construct and generally just stupid for lack of a better term. Genetically speaking there is less genetic variation between so called "races" than there is within any group claiming to be a race. In non-population genetic terms that means we are more similar to a stranger pulled from another group we define as a different race than we are likely to be when compared to a stranger with in our own artificially defined "racial group". This is one area in which all of humanity, inclusive of all "racial groups" needs to grow the F___ up if there is going to be a future.
John, I agree completely. Even as a card-carrying cynic, I'm still astounded that race-based hatred is so prevalent when it's so idiotic. As I've noted in earlier discussions, the existentialist concept of "thrownness*" makes more or less the same point. No one here put in an order to be who they are. To hate people for their immutable characteristics is the height of stupidity. To feel superior because of your own immutable characteristics is pathetic. And yet, here we are.
As an interesting aside, Jim Morrison tipped his hat to Heidegger's notion of thrownness [German - Geworffenheit] in Riders on the Storm:
Into this house we're born, into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan
Awareness and acknowledgment of the arbitrariness of Dasein [being] is characterized as a state of "thrown-ness" in the present with all its attendant frustrations, sufferings, and demands that one does not choose, such as social conventions or ties of kinship and duty.
That's Overlord Bert to you, Sarbeck. (So now you're casting me in Trading Places??)
About the word 'race' and its definition..was it coined by Karl Marx?
You're quite right, just like we're still fighting the fucking crusades for Christians, a stupid holy war that's been going on hundreds of years now.
You're not crazy, it's getting crazier.
Forgive the few religious references. This vision by Yeats seems appropriate here.
|The Second Coming|
|Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight; somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
|Printings: The Dial (Chicago), November 1920; The Nation (London), 6 November 1920; Michael Robartes and the Dancer (Dundrum: Cuala, 1921); Later Poems (London: Macmillan, 1922; 1924; 1926; 1931).|