Have any of you been watching Agents of Shield? After a wobbly few episodes it really hit its stride, and they’re all in a matrix of evil, except Grant Ward gets to be a hero. I hope he and Daisy get to share a kiss before he disappears. He breaks my heart, and he was so disgusting last year.
Anyway, each week we’ve been getting an anti-Trump Easter Egg in the dialogue. A few weeks ago evil Fitz was torturing Daisy, explaining to evil Aida that he couldn’t break her, and he describes the torture and then says “Nevertheless, she persisted.” The following week we had the smarmy on-air propaganda guy offer to take his pretty subordinate out to buy furniture (reference, the bus tape). Last week we had Alternative Facts. This week (mind you, I’m a week behind) we had Fake News in this alternative dystopian reality.
I take my pleasure where I can. Also, Vive la France!!!! Wouldn’t it be nice if the rapture came and it took all those Republican congressmen and sent them straight to hell? I warned you. Politics.
(Speaking of which, I’m beginning to despise Whatshername even more, making money off Feminist bromides while she watches as they drag women off to the gas chamber, metaphorically speaking. I told you – I’m in a mood. I really really hate hypocrisy.)
Jenny Crusie’s enjoying politics as she watches the Evil Ones go down in flames. I can enjoy it for a while, but then I get overwhelmed and hopeless. I can’t bear to think that people can be so heartless and awful. But they can, and they always have been, if you look at history. I’m having to do a major shift in my view of the world. I always believed that horrible, violent, selfish, evil things are done out of a sickness of the soul, not out of inherent badness. Hey, I’m a liberal.
But I don’t understand evil in groups. Lynch mobs. Nazis. What’s the noun form of complicit? Probably complicity but that sounds too nice. I always thought I could move anywhere, not have to worry about the political climate. I’m open and accepting of everyone, I thought, and we just avoid those topics. But that’s changed. To me being around people who openly espouse the values of the current sick variant of the Republican Party is being complicit in evil, if you define evil as hurting other people and not caring that you do. “The only thing evil men need to triumph is for good men to do nothing.” It’s one thing to turn your head and ignore the consequences of the bad things you do – that’s moral bankruptcy and cowardice. But many of the republicans did know. And they didn’t care.
Ah, but France. They’ve been tortured by terrorist attacks almost as badly as we have, and they chose decency. From now on France’s superior attitude is well deserved, and Vive la France!
I’m learning Le Marseillaise. It’s pretty blood-thirsty but stirring, and you can pretend you’re in a Humphrey Bogart movie.
Marchons, mes citoyennes (I keep singing Marchon les Citroens).
This was what I was afraid of back in the sixties when I was so angry and so clueless. It’s so hard to be in the middle of it and not know what’s going to happen. When Nixon sent the soldiers to Kent State and in NYC the police clubbed protestors until they were bloody we thought evil was going to take over. It didn’t, things slowly got better. We got out of Viet Nam, we even became friends with Cuba. Women didn’t get the ERA, and recently a whole lot of people forgot that black lives matter. I don’t know if more people of color are being murdered by the police than before, but at least now we take notice. For years that kind of systematic violence was ignored.
I don’t know what’s going to happen to the world, particularly with such monstrous people running our country. I can see the dystopian, Handmaid’s Tale world it could become. But everywhere I can see good people saying no. Or non as the case may be.
Marchons in your Toyotas and Subarus and Fords. Marchons for a victory of goodness over evil.
I just gotta figure out how to love people anyway.
By the way, there were women protestors in France, topless, with a banner that said Marianne would be ashamed (or something like that) (anti-Le Pen, of course). Marianne is the symbol of France, the woman on the battlefield, her gown to her waist, holding the tattered flag. Of course they should have been topless. But Marianne won the day, at least in France.
I did think that every time we descended into name-calling and rage and frustration we were, in effect, voting for Trump. And then I thought, fuck it. There are times when anger is a good thing, even for someone as open-hearted as I am.
Allons, Marchons! We have work to do!