Remember when Mandatory Palestine was controlled politically and militarily by British forces, and Zionist Jewish insurgent groups were bombing it up and down all the time, killing lots of British and Palestinian people, including civilians? And eventually Britain and their allies at the UN were just like “Fine! Fuck it, fine, here’s a part of this region, you Zionist fucks, govern your damn selves already, we’re out, Jesus”? Really makes you wonder why anyone in Hamas would believe their political problems could have violent solutions, huh?
Well, I have said this in the past, so I hope i don’t bore you by repeating it, but I think that we live or die under the tyranny of perfection. Socially, we are pushed towards being perfect. Physically, beautiful to conform to standards that are cruel and uncommon, to behave and lead our lives in a certain way, to demonstrate to the world that we are happy and healthy and all full of sunshine. We are told to always smile and never sweat, by multiple commercials of shampoo or beer.
And I feel that the most achievable goal of our lives is to have the freedom that imperfection gives us.
And there is no better patron saint of imperfection than a monster.
We will try really hard to be angels, but I think that a balanced, sane life is to accept the monstrosity in ourselves and others as part of what being human is. Imperfection, the acceptance of imperfection, leads to tolerance and liberates us from social models that I find horrible and oppressive.
I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.