Denouncements
I 've been thinking
about denouncements.
This is more than just an
observational thing, I have
a track record on this,
doubly so I guess, as I have
not only been a denouncer
but also a “denouncee”.
Here's what I've been thinking: Why the hell does everyone give back all their gifts? I mean they're gifts. You gave them to me, they are mine. If you want them back then they're just loans. Not gifts.
No. I am not giving back all your gifts. Besides, I've eaten some of them and not just the edible ones. And I'm pretty sure you don't want them back in the state they're in now. I never liked the shoes anyway, you can have them back. And that pot frog that sings Jingle Bells, you can have that goddam croaky bastard back, no regrets. But I am keeping everything else. It's mine, all mine.
Why don't people write stuff like that? It would be a lot more interesting than meekly giving it all back - especially as we all know they hate each other really. So I wonder why and I wonder whether I will ever know.
And then I remember the old Beatles lyric and I am reassured by their obvious foresight and the sheer unbounded capacity of their carefully-crafted words to act as a mantra for any occasion:
Mote it be, mote it be.
There will be an answer,
Mote it be.
So this chap in a club called out: "anyone wants to friend me, just go ahead."
Now, I am not a tub-thumping radicalist by any means, but sometimes, just sometimes, I like to tweak the tail of convention and see how big the fangs are on the other end.
And so I called out: "Even TG?"
After a momentary pause the reply came back - "I am not a hater."
There was a murmur of approval from around the club, followed by some nonchalant modesty from the man who had spoken these apparently fine words.
"I am not a hater." This is a line I have heard a few times now and please forgive me if I am somewhat baffled by it. To be honest, and perhaps this may appear rather ungrateful and ungracious of me, I aspire to a little more than not being hated.
I do not wake up in the morning and think: "I wonder how many people will not hate me today?"
Oh I know, the chap was only trying to show his liberal and open-minded attitude. But it was the murmur of approval as much as the comment that compounded how offended I felt.
I mean, come on. It's a sad state of affairs when the best you can offer someone different to you is that you don't hate them. That's got to be an attitude that diminishes all of us.
However, I will say, in closing, that my neighbor favors white bread, whereas I only eat brown. I loathe, despise and detest him for that. The white bread eating scum should be eradicated from the Earth.
Some things are worth hating for.
by Kitty