I’ve been seriously toying with unfollowing stfubelievers and stfuconservatives. They’re both excellent websites that provide a public service by exposing the lunacy of bible-beaters and right-wingers alike, but they make me sad. In a nutshell, that’s it. All this noise, this crazy crazy noise, whether it be about Jesus, or Obama, or gay people, or socialized medicine or CHRISTmas, it all piles up like wet, rotting leaves in the recesses of my mind and brings me down, so down, and since I can’t rake it out, I think I might just chop down the tree.
I don’t watch American news. I don’t even watch the Stewart/Colbert one-two punch anymore. I can’t stand it. Their clever commentary cuts deep, but not deeply enough to get the sour taste out of my mouth. To slice that deep, you’d need to cut out my tongue, but I’m already rendered speechless by the painful, burning ignorance that permeates the noise coming up from my neighbors to the south. I have nothing to say about it anymore. There’s nothing TO say. Someone who believes in hell for gay people and atheists (who believes that hell is a real place at all!), someone who believes that medicare means that groups of people sit around and decide the fate of elderly relatives (so unlike the meetings medical insurance companies hold regularly!), someone who believes that their president is a secret Muslim (and has the falsified birth documents to prove it!) is clearly someone on whom rational words (and hurled epithets) are wasted. Humor remains the best refuge against ignorance, but it is gallows humor, the last vestige against a rising tide.
It is easier not to know. It’s easier not to read the day-glo 24” x 36” insanity of the Phelps family, easier to ignore the dense mundanity of Palin & friends, to just tune all these morons out and leave ‘em to fight amongst themselves. I’m tired of all the hatred, but most of all, I’m tired of the stupidity that breeds it. I need some ignorance of my own.
