Invite over for tea?

“People who have seen the darkness that exists know better than to invite it over for fucking tea.”

I said that in a conversation yesterday with a fellow freak when we were talking about the indignation we feel watching the champions of heteronormative racist anglocentric capitalist patriarchy work so hard to bring down anyone who isn’t a white male with money.

“People who have seen the darkness that exists know better than to invite it over for fucking tea.”

I realized that is it — privilege. They have no idea. Clueless little monkey boys cheering on the end of the world. God will provide — but only for them of course. Might is right and they never lose — despite a history of losing and a clean misunderstanding of how the odds really lie.

They have never seen real trouble- it is nothing more than a threat that they are sure they can bring down with guns and god. “Say grace and pass the Ammo Jimmy! The sandniggers are coming with those damn bleeding heart pussies and we need to make sure our man makes it to the big red button before their man does.”

“People who have seen the darkness that exists know better than to invite it over for fucking tea.”

War and the blood that comes with it isn’t real — it’s a video game — it’s a real man’s porn. They only shot the bad guys. The children — well they shouldn’t have been there anyway but at least they take less ammo. They can’t image why those brown people keep coming back. It must be because they worship different sky men. They hate the way of life. They hate Walmart, wife beating football players, rapists who get off after getting off, cops who kill unarmed boys. They hate the American way, a system designed to make sure SOMEONE is on the bottom and doesn’t care who as long as money is pale skinned palms at the top of the ladder.

“People who have seen the darkness that exists know better than to invite it over for fucking tea.”

Obviously the brown skinned men over in that dusty unamerican shithole in that middling place of uneducated pussies must just hate us for no reason other than the beautiful oily skinned addicts we are. They can’t hate us for all the pills we pop to make us feel less guilty about killing their brothers, father, sons with fire from the sky with indiscriminate lack of precision with not so much as a hello. They can’t hate us for the groups we fund who use the guns we give them to rape mothers and sisters. It couldn’t be they grow tired of finding bullets made in small town middle America in the small of the back of their grandmother.

“People who have seen the darkness that exists know better than to invite it over for fucking tea.”

Rich American men send their neighbor’s sons and daughters away to fill families with bullets and are so surprised when those same sons and daughters chose to fill their own skulls with a bullet when they return.

“People who have seen the darkness that exists know better than to invite it over for fucking tea.”

While a young black man holds his breath when anything with a uniform walks by him. Wondering if this is the day. Wondering if it will be like it was with the quarterback for the high school team or if it will be just another shakedown like before. While his father and grandfather wonder if the struggles of Dr. King and others meant a damn thing at all if the cops are just going to keep picking the boys off one by one.

“People who have seen the darkness that exists know better than to invite it over for fucking tea.”

Men in suits who sigh as they step over men in rags who dream of a hotel room and something stronger than cheap booze to erase the memories and pain. Men in statehouses who just cut funding so another child will miss another meal. Just as they remind their intern to turn off the lights another child comes home to a darkened house where the light switch does nothing.

“People who have seen the darkness that exists know better than to invite it over for fucking tea.”

They wonder why people are angry. They wonder why I always pick on them. Why people like me can’t just see how wrong we are, why people like me can’t just understand the world doesn’t work that way. They wonder why people like me seem to always be yelling and shouting. They wonder why we can’t just play along. Maybe just need to sit down drink some tea or something and chill out.

“People who have seen the darkness that exists know better than to invite it over for fucking tea.”

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