I’m two weeks in to my latest round of lockdown blues. This one’s longer than the last few and harder to shake. ‘We’re all going to die!’ I’m still thinking, only that’s my lines from an old script when we were all going to die before black lives mattered most urgently before black trans lives mattered even more before anti antisemitism was rooted out of the Labour party by a bloke that can’t tell the difference between clumsy criticism of Israel’s power structures and Jew hating.
Obviously, as a non-Jew, I shouldn’t have an opinion on what constitutes antisemitism. I certainly shouldn’t conclude that conflating Israeli politics with the Jewish people is inherently anti Semitic, but there you have it.
It’s getting harder, though, to think for myself, and even harder to motivate myself to explain my thoughts.
Intellectual discourse is at an all time low, and the bar was never set that high to begin with. It’s only a couple of millennia since we believed the world was created in six days by a judgemental maniac with a zero tolerance policy to disobedience – Abraham had to be willing to kill his own bairn, didn’t he?
We’re not savages, any more. We had the age of enlightenment, hadn’t we?
But all that was so very long ago before the box in the corner, that our parent’s worried might lead us astray, and before the hand held devices we worry are damaging our children’s minds. And before the thought police patrolled the corridors of every virtual group we dared to enter, in the vague hope of finding somebody, somewhere, that thinks the same as us. And just like there was no room at the inn for the pregnant Mary, there’s no place at the table for the free thinker, and no donkey to carry them to the next best location.
And when I say them I mean plural and you can shove your linguistic mind games where the sun don’t shine.
And also your fear of science. I’ve seen it before. All ex Catholics have, assuming that there was such a thing as an ex Catholic. ‘Coz religion and science can’t really co-exist, they are inherently suspicious of each other. And if your gonna fly in the face of most reasoned people better hope your sources are better than Flat Earthers.
Or not. Sources aren’t important. Statement’s are. Say it loud, say it proud, and whatever you do, don’t stop and think about what it is you are saying. Curiosity not only kills cats, it literally turns women into human beings. And nobody really wants a Mother, that is human, washing their underpants, reminding their information starved brains that they’re a lazy fuck.
And speaking of laziness, if you’re gonna sell conspiracy theories then at least buy the good ones. To that end, any ideology with Trump as the end game is playing you for a fool.
Only I don’t say any of it, because there is no-one to listen. Not really. Sure, you can shove stuff on line, but what difference does it make? We’re all going to hell on a handcart and my vague twittering ain’t gonna save us.
Or maybe, as per ‘The Good Place’ , this is hell. We’ve all died in an event so catastrophic that we’ve wiped it from our collective consciousness and here we are in the afterlife, reaping what we have sowed. An eternity of virtual self righteousness and out of context biblical memes, which is a kick in the face for the heathens who always reckoned God has no sense of humour.