Making it Personal

¡Hola! Everybody...
This is what I would say if I were asked to give a commencement speech. As you will see, no one will be asking me any time soon.

Today's blog photo comes courtesy of recent Stuyvesant High School graduates. Stuyvesant is considered one of the best in the nation. The young lady front and center wants to study law. The gentleman at the extreme left, wants to study music. the young man at the extrreme right has an intense look (LOL!). His partner (looking away from the camera) is a mathematics whiz. When I get into it with the assholes here and in real life, this is what I get into it for... .

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-=[ Politics ]=-

The personal is political.

The personal, as some are so fuckin’ fond of saying, is political. Therefore, if some idiot politician, some power player, some Neanderthal neocon (regardless of party affiliation) tries to execute policies that harm you or those you love, take it personally.

Get Angry.

The “Machinery of Justice” will not serve you here, it is slow and unfeeling, and it is theirs -- all of it. Only those without access to power suffer at the hand of Justice; the creatures of the power elite slide out from under with a wink and a grin.

If you want Justice, or even fairness, you will have to snatch it from them.

Make it personal.

Do as much damage as you can. Get your message across. That way you stand a far better chance of being taken seriously next time -- of being considered dangerous. And make no mistake about this: being taken seriously, being considered dangerous, marks the difference -- the only difference in their eyes -- between players and the “little people.” They don’t give a damn about respect -- respect has no value for them. You have to make them fear and loathe you.

Players they will make their deals with. Little people they liquidate. And time and again, they justify your liquidation, your displacement, your suffering, and the brutality of it all with the ultimate insult that “... it’s the way of the world,” “it’s politics,” “it’s a tough life,” or that it’s “just business,” and that it’s nothing personal. Well, fuck that...

Make it personal.

Love,

Eddie