we were promised this land by someone who had no authority to promise it
Ever have one of those mornings where you get so wound up by conjecture based on past arguments that you end up vomiting? Just me? Thought so. I wish there was some sort of off-switch for other people's remembered opinions so that I could get the fuck on with, IDK, servicing my Id with terrible fanfic or whatever, but unfortunately my morning commute consists of a choice between "become angry with what tiny snippets of LIES AND STUPIDITY I catch out of the corner of my eye in the newspapers" and "become angry with ALL WOMANKIND as an indirect result of reading about people in a book doing bumming". Neither of these are great.
Smash the system!
(Today's "internal argument that will not go away": whether or not I am "allowed" to like/dislike things based on reasons other than ethics, morals, and whatever nobility we're chasing this week, with a sidebar of "WELL WE NEVER SAID YOU WEREN'T ALLOWED" and the overpowering urge - as I always get in conversations where one party strongly implies something, backs me into a corner with it, and then denies ever having implied it - to just give up on being civil and punch them in the face until they stop having a face, which, when the other party is merely a memory, is even less feasible than punching the computer screen and hoping my fist will be transmitted to their face somehow).
Smash the system!
(Today's "internal argument that will not go away": whether or not I am "allowed" to like/dislike things based on reasons other than ethics, morals, and whatever nobility we're chasing this week, with a sidebar of "WELL WE NEVER SAID YOU WEREN'T ALLOWED" and the overpowering urge - as I always get in conversations where one party strongly implies something, backs me into a corner with it, and then denies ever having implied it - to just give up on being civil and punch them in the face until they stop having a face, which, when the other party is merely a memory, is even less feasible than punching the computer screen and hoping my fist will be transmitted to their face somehow).