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So much "so-and-so must die" stuff. Scared the b'jeebers out of me. Recognized one of our member's names running through them, how many people going after him. Trying to find out what country he is in, what's he look like, where's he live, soliciting people to join in the search for him. To kill him, sounds to me.
And then someone did identify him, I guess. Couple different YouTube posts, I think, showed his face, gave his name. One guy said he was reposting it ... again ... because YouTube kept taking down his posts or relegating them to a protected area as material not fit for kids.
The thing that got me was how they got people so rabidly involved. I saw a famous comedian even using dialogs our community member had been in, reading from the guy's postings, making fun of him. He seemed completely confident that ridiculing this man would bind the audience to him, establish an unquestionable rapport. And... it did?
By some kind of vague, mutual assent, it was okay to dismiss him as a dog-fucker, not man. Let's all get him.
Sickening impressions were swirling before my eyes, superimposing themselves over the vids I was watching, memories, sickening memories. A woman in a burka being stoned to death by a rabid crowd, or another one, years ago, in Afghanistan, showing how a woman was taken into an open spot and shot in the head and then in the body repeatedly, for having been caught having sex. Or alleged to have been having sex.
First it was the recognition that some cultures foment this ugliness within us. This evil not that deep within us is so easily conjured up by an accusatory finger and a few words, giving us permission to kill. Not just kill, but savagely destroy. A mob. A angry, murderous mob, laughing maniacally together as we go in for the kill.
More horrifying still was that it was *my* culture doing it. Not some *other* culture, overseas, in the Middle East. It was *my* culture. I had liked that comedian before I listened to him solicit his audience to join him in ridiculing the man, making him look like an imbecile. And in that dismissiveness, that comedian summoned up that hideous monster from the people who, on any other topic, I would have been laughing right along with.
But this isn't a joke. He's not telling a joke. He's pointing a finger and has a mob's attention: "This guy, go kill. Get your ropes and beer coolers, let's go find a tree."
This 21st century witch-hunting. This was watching a pack of feral dogs finding a fawn all alone and circling around it just for the fun of killing.
Attacking people for enjoying their sexuality is not just a political agenda. It's a sport. It's *not* about sex at all. It's about how certain sexual behaviors, even in 2020, give a mob of human beings permission to join in the fun of hunting down one of their own kind and bashing them to death, watching the life go out of them, blowing their last bit of breath as bubbles in blood running from their nose and mouth.
I can deal with misguided laws and poorly made arguments. But this? How does anyone stand up to this?
I can't shake it from my head this morning. I've been looking at it wrong.
It's not a debate. Not an argument. It isn't about whether it's okay to have sex with a dog or not. It never gets that far. It is only ever about having the excuse to hunt down and kill a human being. About gathering together a mob. Finding a rope. Being part of the mob and lighting each other's torches to go kill another person together. What great fun.
It has always been this way, throughout history. Give us a reason, any reason, to justify homicide.
Even in 2020? Still? In the enlightened, modern, "civilized" cultures that span the globe now. Because anyone who uses their pee-pee in a frivolously non-reproductive way... warrants homocide. And we get to say we were protecting animals as our excuse. Not blood lust. Protection of the women and children...er, I mean, animals in this case.
I feel despair. That's not something we can fight with words or reason. With great shame, I realize it's part of the human condition. "Our kind" will *always* need an "excuse" to single out someone to kill.
It's in us. That "excuse to kill." Permission to be violent.
Another example comes to mind, by comparison. Last fall at a lifestyle resort, late night party, a drunken old fat man, jerked out his cock and called other party goers to come pull a train on my wife. People have sex at these parties, so... sometimes fat little old drunk men do things like this.
I do not intervene when a man makes advances unless she asks me to. It's a rule. She is not a "possession" I have to protect. But I am her best friend on the planet ,and the resort's main rule is "No means no." And she said no, yet he awkwardly and stupidly pressed on, holding her down where she was sitting, trying to mount her face. He persisted, and so I didn't wait for her to ask. I'm a large man. To make him stop, I just shoved him backward fairly firmly, saying clearly, "She said 'no.'" He fell down, was huffing and gruffing. And it was over.
... But later, another man hears what happened and says he wants to go find this guy. He's trying to get some guys together to go teach him a lesson. I'm saying it isn't necessary. The guy probably feels like shit this morning, having had too much to drink. Might not even remember that it happened. Nothing happened.
But this other man... he won't let it go. He'd have done this or that. He'd have -- and he said it -- "killed" that guy if it was his wife. If I wasn't going to do something about it, he would. And he was "rallying" people in the thread to find out who it was and go after him. He was trying to get people to join him. In this case, they did not. As I said, it's a lifestyle resort. People have sex. Point is... what this second guy did. Immediately. Where did this come from?
Blood lust. It was never about "rape" or about defending my wife. This guy wanted permission to kill. He almost instinctively recognized an opportunity to go all "beast" on this other guy. And if I wasn't going to use my permission, give it to him, please.
I remember that feeling myself, from when I was much younger, that urge to be violent, looking for the right those occasion to go nuts on someone. This dark thing is in me, too. Or it was. Or ... I don't know, maybe it's buried deeper in me somewhere? How is it today that I don't see a justification in the use of deadly force just because someone says "they want to play with their pee-pee" in less than reproductively fruitful ways?
A man has sex with dogs who seem to enjoy it. He's posted his explanations, which evidently were not in his first language, or else were the result of a lot of Google Translate. And the "mob" doesn't try to understand him. Understanding is never the point. They only smell blood in the water. Their heads turn to see, sniffing the air in unison: "Is this one of those opportunities to put someone on the run? -- Let loose the quarry: we have our bibles and guns, tar and feathers, ropes and rocks.
On one hand I want to ask for help shaking off the mood this has put me in. On the other, no. That's part of the travesty, the desire to look away, not feel this, not recognize it for it is. This is in us. This is part of being human, too, this....
Blood lust.
And then someone did identify him, I guess. Couple different YouTube posts, I think, showed his face, gave his name. One guy said he was reposting it ... again ... because YouTube kept taking down his posts or relegating them to a protected area as material not fit for kids.
The thing that got me was how they got people so rabidly involved. I saw a famous comedian even using dialogs our community member had been in, reading from the guy's postings, making fun of him. He seemed completely confident that ridiculing this man would bind the audience to him, establish an unquestionable rapport. And... it did?
By some kind of vague, mutual assent, it was okay to dismiss him as a dog-fucker, not man. Let's all get him.
Sickening impressions were swirling before my eyes, superimposing themselves over the vids I was watching, memories, sickening memories. A woman in a burka being stoned to death by a rabid crowd, or another one, years ago, in Afghanistan, showing how a woman was taken into an open spot and shot in the head and then in the body repeatedly, for having been caught having sex. Or alleged to have been having sex.
First it was the recognition that some cultures foment this ugliness within us. This evil not that deep within us is so easily conjured up by an accusatory finger and a few words, giving us permission to kill. Not just kill, but savagely destroy. A mob. A angry, murderous mob, laughing maniacally together as we go in for the kill.
More horrifying still was that it was *my* culture doing it. Not some *other* culture, overseas, in the Middle East. It was *my* culture. I had liked that comedian before I listened to him solicit his audience to join him in ridiculing the man, making him look like an imbecile. And in that dismissiveness, that comedian summoned up that hideous monster from the people who, on any other topic, I would have been laughing right along with.
But this isn't a joke. He's not telling a joke. He's pointing a finger and has a mob's attention: "This guy, go kill. Get your ropes and beer coolers, let's go find a tree."
This 21st century witch-hunting. This was watching a pack of feral dogs finding a fawn all alone and circling around it just for the fun of killing.
Attacking people for enjoying their sexuality is not just a political agenda. It's a sport. It's *not* about sex at all. It's about how certain sexual behaviors, even in 2020, give a mob of human beings permission to join in the fun of hunting down one of their own kind and bashing them to death, watching the life go out of them, blowing their last bit of breath as bubbles in blood running from their nose and mouth.
I can deal with misguided laws and poorly made arguments. But this? How does anyone stand up to this?
I can't shake it from my head this morning. I've been looking at it wrong.
It's not a debate. Not an argument. It isn't about whether it's okay to have sex with a dog or not. It never gets that far. It is only ever about having the excuse to hunt down and kill a human being. About gathering together a mob. Finding a rope. Being part of the mob and lighting each other's torches to go kill another person together. What great fun.
It has always been this way, throughout history. Give us a reason, any reason, to justify homicide.
Even in 2020? Still? In the enlightened, modern, "civilized" cultures that span the globe now. Because anyone who uses their pee-pee in a frivolously non-reproductive way... warrants homocide. And we get to say we were protecting animals as our excuse. Not blood lust. Protection of the women and children...er, I mean, animals in this case.
I feel despair. That's not something we can fight with words or reason. With great shame, I realize it's part of the human condition. "Our kind" will *always* need an "excuse" to single out someone to kill.
It's in us. That "excuse to kill." Permission to be violent.
Another example comes to mind, by comparison. Last fall at a lifestyle resort, late night party, a drunken old fat man, jerked out his cock and called other party goers to come pull a train on my wife. People have sex at these parties, so... sometimes fat little old drunk men do things like this.
I do not intervene when a man makes advances unless she asks me to. It's a rule. She is not a "possession" I have to protect. But I am her best friend on the planet ,and the resort's main rule is "No means no." And she said no, yet he awkwardly and stupidly pressed on, holding her down where she was sitting, trying to mount her face. He persisted, and so I didn't wait for her to ask. I'm a large man. To make him stop, I just shoved him backward fairly firmly, saying clearly, "She said 'no.'" He fell down, was huffing and gruffing. And it was over.
... But later, another man hears what happened and says he wants to go find this guy. He's trying to get some guys together to go teach him a lesson. I'm saying it isn't necessary. The guy probably feels like shit this morning, having had too much to drink. Might not even remember that it happened. Nothing happened.
But this other man... he won't let it go. He'd have done this or that. He'd have -- and he said it -- "killed" that guy if it was his wife. If I wasn't going to do something about it, he would. And he was "rallying" people in the thread to find out who it was and go after him. He was trying to get people to join him. In this case, they did not. As I said, it's a lifestyle resort. People have sex. Point is... what this second guy did. Immediately. Where did this come from?
Blood lust. It was never about "rape" or about defending my wife. This guy wanted permission to kill. He almost instinctively recognized an opportunity to go all "beast" on this other guy. And if I wasn't going to use my permission, give it to him, please.
I remember that feeling myself, from when I was much younger, that urge to be violent, looking for the right those occasion to go nuts on someone. This dark thing is in me, too. Or it was. Or ... I don't know, maybe it's buried deeper in me somewhere? How is it today that I don't see a justification in the use of deadly force just because someone says "they want to play with their pee-pee" in less than reproductively fruitful ways?
A man has sex with dogs who seem to enjoy it. He's posted his explanations, which evidently were not in his first language, or else were the result of a lot of Google Translate. And the "mob" doesn't try to understand him. Understanding is never the point. They only smell blood in the water. Their heads turn to see, sniffing the air in unison: "Is this one of those opportunities to put someone on the run? -- Let loose the quarry: we have our bibles and guns, tar and feathers, ropes and rocks.
On one hand I want to ask for help shaking off the mood this has put me in. On the other, no. That's part of the travesty, the desire to look away, not feel this, not recognize it for it is. This is in us. This is part of being human, too, this....
Blood lust.
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