A Doom and Reprisal OPINION piece from Mr. Ford Wenty
That’s right. Jack is back. Are you offended already? That was kind of the intention. For those with a sense of humor, you are encouraged to read on.
This will be quite abbreviated from my normal rant, so without further ado here are my thoughts on this, the final week of January 2020.
Here we are in the week following the observance of the Dr. King holiday and fast approaching the annual celebration of Black History Month. Gonna have to bust out some of the old Al Green records to get myself all pumped up for it. The reason for my cynicism is nothing to do with any antipathy to black people. It comes, instead, because there is nothing truly special or commemorative in either. Not any more. The hyper-consciousness of not just race, but “identity” issues in general, here and now in the age of the Sacred Woke have so diminished the importance of the “special awareness dates”. In the age of the Sacred Woke special awareness is omnipresent. In our childhood many of us may recall what may have been referred to as “Christmas Specials” ( Charlie Brown, Rudolph, Frosty…). Now they are available on disc or streamed from any of a host of sources: no longer special. It’s the same thing. Everything has been devalued. It helps properly condition a sleeping populace for the imminent collapse of their currency, but that’s another rant.
Besides the echoes of that great, sonorous voice of Dr. King proclaiming “I have a dream”, the most often cited words of the great man are “judged by the content of their character, not the color of their skin”. To nearly all with an IQ above 60 the stark contradictions to this premise which are found in the identity politics of the Sacred Woke are unmistakable. There is a great hand wringing over this in some quarters, but to my thinking the simplest way to refute these foolish ideas is to simply ignore them. I seldom play by anyone else’s rules and see no reason why the Sacred Woke should be any exception.
I am sometimes criticized and occasionally censored because of my use of certain epithets in some of my work. Words like nigger or kike, faggot or dyke. Taken within their context these words are never used with any malicious intent. Rather, I may use these to accurately depict a stereotype. A stereotype is just a multi-faceted caricature. Caricatures are, at least in my opinion, indispensable in satire. Satire is but one of many means by which one may exercise their free speech. It is no more, nor is it any less entitled to those protections. If one professes to value free speech then it must be understood that free speech is like muscle mass: if you don’t use it you lose it.
In the age of the Sacred Woke the citation of Dr. King’s character/skin color equation is always offered in the affirmative sense. That is to say that we are to set aside any consideration of race which might cause one to ignore or diminish a person’s positive attributes and accomplishments. Applied equally then we must also ignore race in our judgment of negative attributes. Just as we must not exclude on the basis of race, we must also not excuse upon that same basis. In layman’s terms: being an asshole is an equal opportunity employer.
To celebrate Black History Month I am going to encourage all, regardless of race, to celebrate their constitutional freedoms to be who they are, mind their business and prosper. You are only guaranteed the opportunity, not the outcome.
You young people better wake up and realize the nonsense you are being sold. These woke politicians do not have your back. Nearly all of their narratives involve the sky falling, by one means or another. In each one of these scenarios they have people, individually or collectively, at whom they point the finger of blame. While they are continually assuring you that they will furnish your protection from these calamities, they are plotting ways that they can hasten the crash so they may “come to the rescue” as promised. This kind of behavior is indicative of a mental disorder: Munchausen’s by proxy. Look it up…..
It matters not what you do
with junk, trunk or cooch
Whether you like to smoke weed
or prefer some strong hooch
Buddhist or Baptist
Muslim or Jew
Anti-theists and agnostics too
We all have a share in liberty’s gift
This must be remembered
if we’re to cure the huge rift
that identity politics has torn in our sail
That destructive creed is destined to fail
What is good for one can’t be for another?
That’s what you tell us while you scold like our mother
When all have been made victims
then no oppressors remain
So I’m wondering then
just who will you blame?
Well the answer is simple
requires no introspection
Just look in a mirror
at your sorry reflection
We don’t recognize the petri dish
where your language is cultured
Pointy-headed lab coat factories
Illuminated in sustainable green technologies
Sterile work spaces
where nary an offensive phrase
should dare challenge
the reinvention of woke
She must have carried a heavy weight
Something peculiar about her gait
Sophistry as legal tender
The march that reeks of sour agenda
We are woke
We have open eyes
We can see you’re the tyrants
You claim to despise
Your every defense and objection
shows your mastery of projection
You could hold your own parade
but your shit doesn’t sell
You’re the flavor of popsicles
served in Hell
And the anger etched upon your face
is what’s made this country an ugly place
So just go home to your precious safe space