There was a post by George, about assholes. I never expected that from George. I thought he was a better person than that.
My dad was named George and he never called a person a name in his life, by George. He believed that how we conduct ourselves is more important than making a point. I guess what he was saying is that how we conduct ourselves is the point, by George. I fail at this constantly because I am a firecracker ready to go off at a moments notice. Sorry Dad. Sorry Katherine Otto. Sorry everybody. I will attempt to do better, be better.
See, I have an asshole for a brother, the worst kind of asshole. He presents himself as this nice, caring person, but behind all the nice gestures is the finger to his little brother. It's always been that way, sibling rivalry, I guess, but I idolized the guy, his ability to make friends and be social. I'm just not wired that way. I'm the star guy. The skills guy. The scary guy. I put my brother to shame. We were on the same hockey team and he was a bench warmer, and I was on the power play. He never mastered skating. He never mastered the spin serve. He never mastered the trill. He never mastered anything, except like Donald Trump he knows how to spread a rumor. He knows how to get people to gang up on someone you don't like. He knows it starts with a label that you stick on them.
I don't care about being liked. I did when I was younger and realized something. If you insist on telling the truth as you know it to be, a lot of people aren't going to like you. I go around telling people that they have to give up their automobiles right now if we're going to have a chance of creating a better world, but people love their automobiles more than they love the truth. They have money in automobile stocks, and it's jobs we're talking about. And automobiles are just starting to become the thang (a reference to Get Out, I'm black sometimes which makes me the worst kind of asshole, appropriating an identity, and I do that with women, and children and animals because I feel I have that right as a writer, that writing is about imagining, not pooping out political correct crap) in China, in India, in Africa. It really does make life easier to have a car. Haven't you noticed, or have you been in your car for so long that you've lost any point of reference?
I tell people that they should be picking up trash. I tell people that they should be inviting homeless people to live in their Mc Mansions. I tell people that we should have free clinics in every post office where anybody can come and get treated for simple health problems. I tell everybody that they should try to write poetry and until it sounds like a poem and not a journal entry they should keep it to themselves. I criticize people at open mics. I'm not into giving you self-esteem, that's your problem. I'm into giving you criticism. I think accurate criticism will serve you better than false praise. I think we've created an entire generation of mambi pambis, people who don't know how to be tough, people who think going to the gym makes you tough.
Sorry, picking up trash in west Philly will make you tough. Riding your bike in 20 degree weather for twenty miles, that will make you tough. Being homeless for six months, that will make you tough. Being called names behind your back, being stolen from, being poisoned, being stabbed in the back by people who say they love you, that will make you tough. Loving God with all your heart and all your soul and all your faith, knowing that there is a plan to have this turn out okay, that will make you tough. I am one tough asshole, if that's how you'd like to see me.
But I see myself as an amazing talent who's been done dirty, but still holds his head high and is willing to offer a helping hand to anybody who has been tossed aside by a society that rewards a false standard of respectability over common decency. Trump is respectable. His wealth makes him respectable. His stint on television made him a household name and got him into the white house. A lot of people are just like him, saying liberal things, and feminist things, saying the right things out of the left side of their mouth, but out of the right all I hear is, self-righteous jerk willing to sell us down the river for a few pieces of silver. That was for my dad, by George.