GAGging on it…

GAG.

I gag and gag and gag.

Sometimes I find a way to don my good girl face. Generally I look for the silver lining.

I am a truth-sayer. And those who appreciate me know that. Those who despise me know that I speak to the elephant in the room and when it takes a shit? I name that too. Those who love and appreciate me love and appreciate that as well.

So I watch and take a deep breath and know that people are relentlessly, pathetically, fabulously, sadly, gloriously, ruthlessly, gorgeously, horrifically, deliciously … .HUMAN …

But I can’t help wondering.

Who gets to play the hero and who doesn’t? Who gets demonized and who doesn’t? To quote Micheal Parenti, who is advantaged and who is disadvantaged and why.

It’s not about ego suckling on the teat of celebrity. It’s about taking a personal stand rather than following behind – being number two or even three on the trail that has been cut. Two or three and being vociferous – which ain’t inappropriate to number 100… But makes a difference to number one.

Scintillas perhaps. Hairs cut. But it matters when one looks at who is advantaged and who is disadvantaged and why.

Subtle appropriation.

I lack the ability to reference myself in what others say. “Yer pretty”. I stare blankly and have, over recent years, learned not to look behind me. I tend to regard myself as a bad person. Which is to say that I wish I was a better person. But, like most, I want to be liked. It’s pathological actually. And between my sense of personal ethics and community well-being and truth-saying, I think I do OK…

How is it that the valuation occurs? How? And who gets it? And why? Private support or acknowledgment is great. but sometimes its ACTUALLY about being public. And seen.

GAWD. Like a dawg with a bone or a bad case of lockjaw… I gag and gag and gag.