It felt like a black lives matter statement by a white writer who’s never been outside the suburbs and tries to avoid prefacing his sentences with “my black friend”. And they made Will Smith the mouthpiece. Maybe he sees something I don’t. Because this didn’t feel like the way to make white people care about what I’m going through. Or maybe he’s perfect. Maybe if they see a black man doing to someone else what is done to us they’ll be more apt to call him on it, thus shedding light on the issue and opening a much needed dialogue. Netflix is working on a sequel, and Will ain’t no fool. It made being a police officer feel a bit like a shooting gallery and an old boys club, which is what it looks like to us. In a darker light, it was a world where black people were able to assimilate and become normal, just like the Germans, Jews, Italians, and Irish did. Its scary how quickly we forgot about our own oppression, but its totally believable. My favorite line: -“When an orc sees me, they see a man who wanna be human. When humans see me, they see an animal. They hate me.” It speaks to police brutality, the skin bleaching epidemic, elitism in American, and the struggles of minorities in general. It was also full of magic in the literal sense, not the colloquial one lol. Yeah it was corny and had a cheap production value. Get over it. The message slaps you in the face. They could lay off the word ‘homie’ though. Can’t be just throwing that word around for anybody.
Large sites are already subtly attacking BCH saying these are mere corrections. Their only defense of BTC is that it is still a store of value. Not if its losing value. I think I finally understand why. Some of these attackers have hundreds of thousands and even millions invested in BTC. It’s not a game to them like it is to us with only a few thousand in the game; it’s their life. If they move 10 million into BCH and it drops a mere and totally realistic 10%, they just lost add million dollars. If it falls 50%, they’re on suicide watch. So it totally makes sense why they would attack The Flippening and condemn it. They have something to lose, just as the proponents of an unnecessary split (B2X, BTG) will immediately dump the 100,000 newly forked tokens, stripping BTC of its value for a quick gain.
YEAH I SAID IT.
This one is going to be black. Black, like that coffee that can kill you but is still somehow legal, black.
It is important to preface this post with the notion that I did not attain conclusive evidence that this man was an Aryan advocate.
We did not speak to each other once, save a grunt to for me to get off the seatbelt. I didn’t immediately recognize his affiliation either. The hints were subtle. Avoiding my gaze, uncomfortable shifting every time I moved an inch, and that fake smile wypipo give me when they don’t like my melanin content. A peculiar oddity was how he grabbed a pen shortly after taking his seat. He refused to let go of it until near the end of the flight when, I guess, he deemed I was no longer a threat to his existence, as if a pen would be enough to stave off the savage he may have believed me to be lol. He kept a journal awkwardly in his left hand as an excuse to hold the pen, but he never wrote more than a few words in it the entire flight.
I realized early on that I was incredibly uncomfortable just being next to him, thus my constant fidgeting. Kinda funny that we both intimidated each other merely by being seated next to each other. As if we were at war. I had the thought, too late, to ask someone of colorless descent to switch seats with me because I genuinely feared for my safety. I couldn’t get a good pic, but he had the neo Nazi cut.
And before some suckas say don’t judge by appearance, I’ma need y’all to start hiring Tyrone and Janqueisha, then I’ma need y’all to quit banning us from stores for sagging, then I’ma need y’all to stop wearing confederate flags, then I’ma need you, who specifically still somehow finds a strawman argument, to stfu.
The pen was interesting to me. It was the best defense in lack of firearms. It makes me question how it got to this point. The idea that I would decide to attack someone, purely on their skin color ON AN AIRPLANE. Like ol’ dude the air marshall ain’t waiting for crap to pop off. And that he felt, even though he had 60 lbs over me, that he needed a weapon to subdue me. Like what stories have you heard?
It made me think of a quote from a close friend about a week ago that I’m still unpacking;
All white people are racist.
That notion created a curiosity that I followed to this conclusion:
All white people are white supremacists.
Put the Twitter finger pitchforks down and let me explain.
I fly frequently, about once a month. I sit next to people from all over the world, but mostly white people. Two years ago they were the most friendly people I could meet. So happy, so peacefully unchallenged in their dogmatic superiority. Lately, however, they’ve been less confident that it will last forever, what with the news that there are now more colored babies in America than white babies and that their beloved hate group *cough* heritage is under attack. That or just generally more emboldened by Trump’s antics. I’m sitting next to someone on my flight back to school and he couldn’t even look me in my eye. Guilt? Pride? Hatred? Who knows/cares. I’m all for preserving history, especially the history that was literally burned to the ground for empowering people of color (Black Wall Street).
But you can put that racist sh** in a museum, ban it from making public appearances, scorn it, hate it, destroy it’s image, and be done with it. Until that happens, you, as the people clearly in power, condone it, use it to boost your own ego, and power your self-induced moral superiority over your fellow white countrymen who worship racist symbols of the past proudly. Its not helping anyone, you jerk. Y’all can shut down anything you want. Shut this sh** down.
Not all of you want to bash my skull in, but all of you benefit from the system that allows it to happen. And I get plenty of loathing looks from white strangers, plenty of white people who change seats or hold their things close when I sit near them. (This is crap literally happening as I type this while waiting in the airport. And it’s not a one off thing. I can’t make this crap up lol)
Look how long it’s taken for you to finally believe we’re in pain. It regularly takes 3+ different camera angles and plenty of times y’all still don’t care. Those are regular white people.
Let me stop rambling on these truths, y’all get the point.
That’s not how you end racism.
But its a start.
What is a god? (see paragraph 5)
I love Rick and Morty. It’s easily my favorite show right now, and likely in my top 5 of all time. I love the discussion, nay, whole doctoral theses that can be had from a single episode delving into fate, morality, truth, reality, the existence of gods, of which, Rick is one. More on that in a bit. Even gets into free will, which is what I’ll be focusing on here. I just watched Season 2, Episode 3: Auto Erotic Assimilation (for the 4th time lol) and I see something new every time.
When Rick first met our young hivemind, it had the numbers of a small town. They dated for a while, but it appears Rick was bad for Unity’s growth as a hivemind. Bad in a coked up on fairy dust sort of way. It broke away from Rick and was able to focus and develop.
The main premise of this episode is that Rick runs into an old fling, Unity. It is a being that can assimilate living beings into itself, further growing its capabilities. When at Its potential, It can run a whole planet at peak efficiency, and as we learn in the episode, Its’ achieved world peace in a world riddled with race wars. We learn of big plans in Unity’s future. Upon becoming a Type One Civilization, Unity will be invited into the Galactic Federation, but ultimately plans on assimilating the entire universe. Big Plans for a young god.
What is a god? If you’re of a monotheistic religion, God is of some combination of omniscient, omnibenevolent, and/or omnipotent. If you’re of a polytheistic faith, the gods all have unique character traits and powers. I guess whatever brand of agnosticism I currently follow (because Rick only knows) lends itself to polytheism if they exist.
What separates men and gods? Is it immortality? Rick has the plot armor of a young anime protagonist. Is it unheard of power? Or the lack of empathy necessary to dominate a civilization without losing one’s mind?
My real question is ‘Why can’t men be gods?’
We can already read the thoughts of, clone, and grow living organisms. We can change the evolutionary paths of animals and wipe an entire species out because it got in our way. We can change the atmosphere of the Earth and can devoid an entire continent of life with the click of a shiny red button. We have a sort of limited power of life and death over the Earth. And we’re not even Type One yet. At this point in human history, maybe as an entire species we are the gods of this planet. Perhaps Godhood is on a spectrum.
Rick is a god. To be precise, The One True Rick of C137 is a god. He can travel through space and time with ease, he can alter reality, he can literally leave his own reality and take over another, he can create a universe and be so vain as to use the energy from it to power his car, and see that that universe creates a smaller one to power their civilization, and so on with the dark, twisted fractal of energy spawning the knowledge that if a civilization is no longer of use to their god one level up, they become trash. And cease to exist. Can we forget the meme’d to death ‘Pickle Rick’?
I repeat: Rick is a god. Maybe even the almighty. hm… I’ll use Almighty to refer to the current top god for the rest of this piece.
So naturally, he’s either thrilled or angry when he runs into another god. (Usually angry) Such gods include the scientists in the universe he’s created, the floating heads in the sky, the cumulative ability of the council of Ricks, and of course, Unity. It seems Unity was a low level god, one that was easily manipulated. Rick saw pleasure in this and abused that trait. He’s even suggested that taking over the Universe was too ambitious, and that Unity should slow down. Perhaps he never really like Unity, just the abilities that It had and his ability to manipulate It. Perhaps that’s what an Almighty god is. Manipulating its universe to its own ends. If it destroys an entire timeline, whoops, oh well. There are infinitely more. This one won’t be missed. Perhaps an Almighty is just stumbling around for a billion years until it gets bored and ends itself, only for another god to take its place.
Perhaps that is why gods like Unity arise. They see this bumbling fool with literally infinite power (I don’t know if I can believe infinity exists in nature, but that’s a topic for another day lol) A hivemind god like Unity sees a struggling species (or a thriving one or whatever lol it depends on the ethical makeup of the hivemind) and decides it can make that world a better place. Remember the race wars? There was also poverty and crippling debt. Now the former homeless are neurosurgeons and the skinheads are…not. There is no need for police, global travel, military, civil servants, or even government, because everyone is assimilated into the collective. Life is perfect. The cost?
Black women are the engines of our movement. Each and every one of you 🖤
Black. Lives. Matter.
Why can’t y’all just admit that we matter? With no ifs, ands, or buts?
WE KNOW YOU MATTER.
WE KNOW YOU MATTER.
WE KNOW YOU MATTER.
You’ve got Jesus, western history, banks, all of sports, and power. Even if you don’t see it, we do. You love the police. So much so that they have a hashtag to fight our movement for equitability.
With the powers that currently be, equality is currently impossible. But at the very least, give us a chance. Is your superiority complex so easily challenged? Your reign so easily disrupted and ended? Your ideals so fragile that the idea of equality, however improbable it may be, is simply unacceptable? So I appeal to the most rational, logical thinkers of you; Why are our pleas for equitability met with white supremacy, hatred, and disgust?
A day founded on scientific achievement, intellectual debate and good music. It is the last day before the last month of the year; the end of the middle, signaling the beginning of the end. It is a time when Chicago (my hometown) is cold, but the holidays leave all in warm spirits and with love for all of humanity. This holiday is not static. The primary purpose of this day is to encourage generous donations, primarily to scientific advancement, to study and general betterment of oneself academically, and for serious scientific debate and discussion. It is also acceptable to be celebrated in any fashion as long as it brings more good cheer than ill will.
We had a trunk or treat under the stadium bleachers at my school today. It was refreshing to see the children’s faces. I want to call them hopeful, but it was more like peace. Happiness, even in the terribly timed rainy weather. They didn’t fear the dangers of the world. It had the song All We Need by Raury going through my head. It’s one of my favorite songs right now from the album with the same name. I’ll do a review on the album soon.
This will be a blog detailing the adventures of Jump as he fulfills his destiny. It will contain his discoveries in friendships, love, loyalty, physics and other sciences, video game reviews, music reviews and just anything that catches his interest.