A rousing evening

A fight broke out across the street last night. It started in the house where black people hang out on the porch and talk loudly. From light nuisance to violently disruptive,  it was the typical dark arc of black people with nothing to do.

Women were shrieking and punching each other. Men were sticking their chests out and getting into each other’s faces. Crude and cretinous men love to put on a show of their supposed strength. They straighten their spines, widen their lats,  tighten their fists, they huff and breathe heavily. Hot headed, furnace faced idiots. Cobras with no venom.

Black women punch hard. They punch as hard as they are egotistical and demanding. Fucking swings of demolition.

I thought about calling the cops. It felt good to think about fucking over the delinquents. But then again I’m a racist. To be fair, had the private rioters been white I still would have relished watching them all get tossed headfirst into paddywagons. I felt like good old Artie Schopenhauer when he offered his opera glasses to Prussian soldier in his room so that they could more precisely target rioting communists in the streets below.

The cops did come, someone had called on them. Given the way people talk these days, I expected the cops to come out with guns blazing. Strong arming, tasering, beatings with sticks, choke holding, bitch slapping, neck snapping, scrotum shredding racist belligerence. Instead the cops merely broke up the fights and held the oppressed people back from injuring or murdering each other. Because of systemic racism.

The cops put one woman in a cruiser and left.  As soon as they were gone the night fighters resumed their cultural practice. The fighting and yelling continued for another half an hour, and then I fell asleep. I had been trying to fall asleep for an early shift the next day when the fight began. In their squalid rage, the blacks couldn’t consider the needs of others. The world shrank to a dark, dense pinpoint of boiling, incoherent anger. Fuck everything else.

Some people (i.e. black) don’t get the concept of public space. They don’t get that different public spaces are defined by different needs depending on their contexts. A neighborhood street at one in the morning is not a space meant for loud, violent behavior. That sort of behavior is the undoing of that space and the way it’s meant to be maintained. But imagine if that thought had magically entered into one of their heads.

Guys, wait, I know we’re about to kill each other over something so petty I’ve already forgotten what it was, but maybe we shouldn’t be making this much noise out here on the streets when people are trying to sleep. Many people in society have jobs which place certain demands of routine upon them, such as going to sleep and waking up at the same time several times a week. It would bother a lot of people and make their lives more difficult if we persisted in our disruptive behavior. Let’s either quietly murder each other in the privacy of our own homes or just call it a night. 

There was a shooting half a mile south of that fight at roughly the same time. I don’t know if it was related. Probably not.

Some sort of summary

Binary thinking is necessary. Assumptions are useful. Generalization is a powerful tool. Judgements on good and bad behavior are indispensable. Some apparently opposed thoughts are not mutually exclusive.

Many of our instincts are healthy. Some need a little work. Culture can improve or pervert nature, but it can’t eliminate it. It’s normal to prefer what is close and similar. It’s also normal to be curious about the distant and alien.

Fear is natural. Love is natural. Hate is natural. Rage, lust, and stupidity are natural. How we understand and express our nature is a product of nature and culture.

Good people can be made better or worse by education and influence. Bad people can be made better or worse by education and influence. Good and bad people will always, in some ways, be who they are regardless of education and influence.

Fighting power is like lopping the head off a hydra. One tyrant is gone and ten more spring up to take its place. People need to revere and they need to revile. We don’t agree on the good, but we can’t coherently maintain that there is no such thing. We don’t agree on the truth, but we can’t coherently maintain that there is no such thing.

Politically, preventing the worst is more prudent than striving after the best. Privately, the opposite holds. The distinction between the political and the private is fundamental. The state can protect you from hostile forces; it cannot guarantee your happiness and prosperity.

You are never owed anything. At best, you will be valued for what you contribute to others. Great producers and creators appear on the surface to be selfish, even megalomaniacal, but the fruits of their labors benefit everyone. They work and create for the common good.

The creativity and productivity of one person is not a limit on your own. One person’s happiness does not detract from yours.

Seek to understand before you slavishly desire change.

All things are suffused with irony. Everyone contradicts themselves. It’s fun to notice this and to point it out. Don’t think it’s not happening to you. Laugh at yourself, improve everyday but don’t obsess over flaws and failings.

Easier said than done.

Needs Improvement

Two days off. Need to take this time to consolidate myself. Clean up around the house. Clean the bathroom sink, toilet, and do the dishes. Pay the internet bill. Appease roommates who may be plotting against me. It’s paranoid of me to suspect this, but I wouldn’t put it past a lesbian and a gay. They get together and gossip all the time.

I remember hearing all my life that you shouldn’t live with a gay. I never gave it much thought but now I understand why. Also, I work next to Logan Circle in DC. It’s the gayest place in the world.

We live in a time when gay people are celebrated and encouraged. This is because gays are superficially fun, artistic, and fashionable. But underneath the veneer of cultural sophistication and progressive thinking, gays are deeply disturbed, pathological people. They don’t have genuine personalities. A gay person is mostly made up of dramatic, histrionic mannerisms, extreme vulnerability and cowardice, and ruthless cunning. Not to mention the grotesque lust that animates his life.

The gay man’s life is centered around immediate gratification because other gay men don’t care about anything other than getting off. Couple this with the fact that gays don’t reproduce and the result is an empty, frivolous life of short term pleasure seeking that becomes more and more depraved and desperate as the years advance.

My gay roommate is over the top loud. He shouts, sings, and screams whenever he pleases for whatever reason. He stomps around and slams drawers and cupboards. He has no regard for the peace of mind of others. He has no peace of mind himself, and often talks of his “other self” named Veronica, who is caustic and cruel. He’s on multiple mood medications and psychic stabilizers. He’s a cocktail of imbalances, tics and perversions just waiting for a meltdown. And he sleeps about twenty feet away from me.

It’s unnatural to forego reproduction. I’m selfish and corrupt, but for the sake of a culture’s health I don’t think it’s wise to encourage single 30 year olds to focus on finding themselves.

A Portrait

One especially perplexing character of the hypersensitive internet era is the superficially reasonable or charitable male interlocutor. This person seems to mean well but always ends up getting thrashed by an embittered mob. Here’s how this type makes his appearance. First, a feminist will post her opinion on how society is oppressing women, a garden variety whine about how something is unfair.
Then this man comes along, and he doesn’t outright dismiss or insult the feminist’s opinion, but asks a question that still has a challenging or skeptical edge to it. He will try, in his clumsy way, to have an honest, intelligent conversation with someone he is desperately trying to treat, in his own offensive way, as an equal. He bungles this, and the woman reacts negatively and harshly, usually with personal insults that specifically target his race, gender, and class.
At this point the man desperately tries to work himself out of the trap. He appeases, he apologizes, he backtracks, he trips over himself. He artlessly increases the offense as he tries to reduce it. His every move only further incenses the growing mob of outraged women and minorities. He ends by pledging to improve his understanding and sensitivity, seeking the approval of people who hate him and sneer at his every word and gesture.
I wonder at the motive behind this man’s behavior. Who seeks out punishment? The easy answer is the masochist. But this person might just be stupid.
 There’s a brand of stupidity that earnestly strives towards intelligence. A dumb man wants to be smart without being aware that he wants something he can’t have. Sort of a built in feature of his condition.
Men need to be careful, but they are often too stupid. They don’t know that women hold them in contempt just for being who they are, prior to any real, individual contact. It takes finesse for a man to not immediately incriminate himself in the eyes of some women. He needs to be in control of himself and his emotions, and not let the desire for sex dim his vision of his place in the world.
He needs to stay away from contentious issues on social media with judgmental, scornful women. He will not convert or seduce them. But he persists, and I laugh and wonder.