silo_stores_of_righteousness amy in red/realisma i'm learning how to use this word. a positive turn, a very negative turn, and no spin whatsoever. pooling hate with, errm, righteousness can be done, but it gets pretty, urrm, see-through. yeah. something i don't know. not a pornographer. then the polite decency police show up (for their own sake, which also sucks) and do their best to calm down any misdirected discriminatory sense organs. then some vampire of a writer does a tell all, robbing all possible players the ability to experience the righteous debate, in real examples, in real time, with real people. and that, also, might be just fine. in my case, i try to catch myself every time i try do a righteous hate concoction thing, because it can tend to deny the ability to sit, urrrm, still. i can start to ask myself why i'm like that, like way too much, when the reality is i just couldn't bugger off the hate switch when another person both required it, needed it, and, this is a good bonus, knew it to be appropriate. that's that complicated breathing thing, suspension of judgement when it is not going to matter anymore anyway. it's come down to this thing where if it's the case that i'm not being productive, flights of fancy mean close to nothing, or nil. i don't even really pay attention to movies because i'm not that into a 2 hour yarn. my whole life is listening to people and trying to understand what they don't understand. sometimes i already understand why, and hey, sometimes i don't. if you're not in that attitude of trying-to-understand-something-or-other, then what you have is not for me, and what i have is not for you. you weren't ready to disarm. you paid tuition or something, it got you nowhere. Omygod, i do actually know that one, and i think the brain actually takes quite awhile to learn to trust multiple levels of learning again. take a trip, though. that's usually good for -most-, although that one guy says it should NOT be done to, you know, collect everyplace for your own good. yes, once you know, the local natives know you can't not know. being innocent and unexperienced is a happy thing! it's not that i don't want to see the world. it's just that it got to be that i started to get really selective about ye-old-dancecard. it's been a process and it's been taking awhile. i'm a listener, i collect, churn, and redistribute. but i like to know my sources. those who want vigilante justice obviously must also have, whether they own it or not, that key crime-novel ingredient, which is, you know it, motivation. if it's impossible to uncover who you are, perhaps you can know why you do it. the basic motivations are generally on repeat, and no matter how big it gets, are run of the mill stuff. which really begs the question of righteous hate if we're still talking the oh-so-normal and same-old, same-old, regular. but, if something becomes pretty abnormal, i can see the need for, at least occasionally, bigger guns. just to make sure everything becomes reliable and easy to talk to and all that. hate is not abnormal. using hate against people with regularity just shows, well, that you hate them. who cares? because, you know, hate, or dislike or whatever, IS allowed. if you want to attack others, it's possible that joining the army might be the solution. if you want to take from the coffers of others, perhaps be a pirate? the world offers so much, there are so many options. the last time i heard of someone being righteous in the name of broad social reasons, i think they got shot in Memphis. the other one killed thousands of people in New York. so, yeah, can tell right from wrong ok, but that righteous thing just seems so totally out of touch with the ground, somehow, if it is held onto it's just that thing keeping you doing the wrong thing. BUT if you know a little bit about being discriminated against, using righteousness to protect yourself and avoid, you know, the attacks that might cause you to lose your life, or ability to live and all of those things that people shouldn't take away from each other. 120218 what's it to you? who go blather from