The Game of Identity Politics

Politically, the world’s just been served up a steaming pile of “it’s time for a black man to be president of the U.S.A.”, next up, we’re about to be served up a heaping helping of “it’s time for a woman to be president of the U.S.A.”.

Just identity politics, coming to fruition. A person’s qualifications are based entirely on what identity groups they appeal to. Nothing to do with running the country into the ground or not. Just having fun with identity politics. Who cares how many refugees inept foreign policy creates. We’re playing games here.

Tune In To One Channel At A Time

The trick, which I haven’t learned yet, is to channel the bursts of creativity. I generally get overwhelmed with all of the different ideas I have to the point where I can’t sit down and focus on one thing, when the many ideas come flooding at me.

I was listening to a video on my phone last night with the ear buds, when I saw a video on the computer I wanted to watch, and as I reached for the headphones, I realised this might not work.


“The first _____ to do this or that” sensationalism sort of robs an individual of their individual achievement. Hey, this person did something phenomenal! But he or she was the first person of ____ to do that? Doesn’t that make it more phenomenal? N’aw, it just means white dudes been doing that shit since forever, when you put it like that. Why not celebrate an individual’s individual achievement, for a change, without making poster children, for a change?

Beheadings, Abortions, Pretty Much Same Class Of People. No Respect For Human Life

democrats again fighting the battle of preventing motherhood.

You know what’s gory? Muslims posting pictures and videos of beheadings.

You know else is gory? Go look at pictures of actual abortions.

You start to realise that I feel caught in the middle here. I’m abhorred by these muslim extremists who come from the human rights abuse campaign known ironically as “the religion of peace”, and these people who feel like sainthood is promoting the puncturing the skull of babies and scraping the remains out the supposedly safest place for a preborn baby, a mother’s womb.