over the course of this week I started several blog posts. at the end of the week, I don’t know what to say that hasn’t already been said. the masks off racism is nauseating. I keep coming back to these words; nauseating racism. Followed quickly by the word denial. In Sartre’s “Nausea” the protagonist, Roquentin, suffers from nausea as he realizes his
People say things like, “this isn’t about your politics.” This idea of politics as something that can be possessed is predicated on a false premise. What you are really saying is, “I don’t care about the policies that impact me, and other residents of this community.” You see, I cannot possess politics like I possess the brush I use to clean
Tools and weapons are often the same. It is the application that determines the bucket into which they get put. Learn to use tools so that you are not fearful of the weapons wielded by sociopathy. Don’t let the criminals tell you that these tools are weapons only because they want to use them to kill, injure, and divide us.
When Wake’s knuckleball launched off of Aaron’s bat on the night of October 16, 2003, every member of Red Sox Nation was hit in the gut. The hit, so reminiscent of Bucky f’n Dent’s, hit us like Babe Ruth himself had put the lumber to the soft tissue of our midsections with his 38oz Louisville Slugger. We, the nation, Red