The Third Wheel

Apr 28, 2009 11:23am

Pacifism never hurt anyone, but it sure scares the hell out of em’

MMA is big in Alpena and all across the board in America. I heard that they sold out the arena at Northern Lights. It’s really good to hear that in a town that has reached 25% unemployment (yeah, seriously) that people still have 25 bucks to waste on this and enough to take their five year old sons and daughters as well.

I have some problems with this. Hell, I’m livid about it. Most of these bad ass “cagefighters” that I’ve met are complete assholes. Outside of these cage fights they walk society like a training ground looking for any excuse to brush up on their uselessness. If someone assaults someone with a gun, they are not allowed to have one, period. Some reason we turn our head, with not only indifference, but an encouragement to what they are doing as a regal thing. Peasantry paleolithic pissings running down the leg of this town. It must get lonely to throw one punch, get drunk off your iron fist, drugged that you fight a battle (it’s less than that, I assure you) while real wars, slave trades, rape rooms, forced prostitutions, genocides, storm beyond your one syllabled, two fisted self righteousness.

In essence, I can not find one guy who feels like me, and I’m getting lonely myself. I’m feeling like a stranger here everyday. I’m tired of nodding my head to fit. Eventually, I fear it will tire so much I can only stare down. So, to purge this I just need to say, I think you are all cowards. You are so small I can barely see you. You are not men. You are not kings. You can throw a mean punch but you are unable to shed one tear. This is not bravery. You are afraid…of beauty, of love, of compassion, of mercy, of sorrow, of poetry, of wisdom, of children, of words, your own feelings, of being human.

You will be forgotten, your bones will weaken, and the next best thing will take your place, and their names will be mumbled where you once writhed and the seasons will change and you will wither. The names of those who stood in the way of apartheid, of genocide, of indifference…should echo.

So don’t look so angry when I ask “who are you again”? There’s just too many of you and so little of them. Makes “them” quite easy to rememember, dontcha think? And that sweet children, is the only thing you did. Made them shine that much brighter in contrast to the dark pool of you overhead. When the sun burns down and the cannonball falls blazing into the raging ocean, you will only blend together. So stop waving your arms. I cannot see you.