Writers hear a lot about “platform.” Platform is our social media and marketing presence; i.e. the built in audience of book buyers and influencers we bring to the table. Theoretically, my little thought vomit would be part of my platform. It may scare away more readers than it attracts. I should probably get around to separating out my writerly self and the rest of me, but I kind of like presenting at least a version of the whole me to the world. We are so frequently commoditized…business me, home me, friends me, political me, religious me, etc, etc, etc, and we work really hard to keep all those versions of ourselves from bumping into each other. Well, this thought vomit is at least a big chunk of me. I’m a writer, I suffer from mental illness and a degenerative disease, I’m a two time suicide attempt survivor (can’t be good at everything), I’m opinionated (just a little), I rant, I tilt at windmills, and on good days, I get up and swing again.
So, a grab bag of things to vomit….yeah, I’m going on a rant…
There are so many lessons to be learned from the microcosm of our society that is Ferguson, MO. Most are getting endlessly spun by the news channel of your choice. I’d like to call attention to the absence of armed militia in Ferguson. Where are Cliven Bundy’s supporters? They traveled from far and wide to defend a tax dodger against a fictitious government invasion. In Ferguson, police are tear gassing peaceful protesters and arresting journalists. Isn’t that the dark vision the NRA and these militias have been preaching? Why aren’t these militia rushing to the aid of this community? They were eager to camp out with their purchased penis extenders for a welfare case with cows. Why not for this community that wants answers? It is hard not to notice the color of the people on the news in Ferguson versus those in Bundyville. Just sayin’….nah, I’m not just sayin’. I’m explicitly stating most of these “militia” members are racist cowards with serious compensation issues.
So, Henry Rollins has weighed in on suicide. You all know Henry Rollins. No? Well, if you liked shitty, derivative punk bands, you may have heard of him. He has essentially said people with loved ones have no right to commit suicide and are no longer worth consideration if they do. On the first part, I agree with ol’ Henry. Suicide does enormous damage to all involved with the victim. Does he not think that is part of the math? I doubt anyone ever went, “I’m going to kill myself, and fuck what it does to my loved ones.” No! The more likely thought is, “Oh god, this is a horrible thing, and I will hurt so many with this act.” Yet, the act is carried out. Henry, just try imagining the personal agony that would drive someone to do that, not just what they’re doing to themselves, but what they know they are doing to those who love them.
Henry concludes his erudite consideration with a hearty “fuck suicide” and all those who commit it. How about fuck you, Henry? Consider the anguish I described above and maybe you could have a little empathy or at least write a decent fucking punk song. Keep shilling and pretending on radio and the QVC, you poser douchebag.
Our president went golfing. Apparently that is headline news in certain faux news places. I say good! I hope he got a blow job on the back nine. Well, nah, the last time a POTUS got that, it cost us $70 mil to prove it. I want my president to be calm, relaxed, and level headed. I can’t imagine how much that job sucks 24/7. Saint Reagan and Bush the Junior practically spent their whole presidencies on vacation. I didn’t begrudge them for that.
I think the ALS ice bucket challenge is awesome. It is raising money and awareness for an awful disease. My FB feed is filled with people dumping cold water on their heads. This is opposed to last week when everyone was mourning the loss of Robin Williams and hoping they might make some difference for those who suffer mental illness. There are many ills, evils, and illnesses in the world. I think most people are good and try to do what they can.
I would just remind everyone that about 80 people in America killed themselves today. Another 400 failed in their attempt. Contrary to washed up punk opinions, they all matter. The 80 that do it tomorrow matter too, and we can still do something to help them.
I’m Darren, and this is my thought vomit.