Before I learned how to manage my time, deadlines would appear out of nowhere, and at the 11th hour I would find the motivation to churn out a final product in record time. I’ve often felt like the hare keeping up with the tortoise — aimless wandering punctuated by frantic spurts of focused energy.
…And poets are all alcoholics, right? Artistic talent+ alcohol = important and famous! Poof! Or not. Yup, some poets are alcoholics, but so are some doctors and waiters and lawyers and mechanics and cashiers who work at Kohls. Alcoholism isn’t picky, but it does bring on the trouble. Trouble that pins you down like a stone. Trouble that tamps your voice and convinces you to give up… almost everything.
Then there are these groups, formerly known as the alt-right. made up of the most fragile, weak, and small-minded men that I’ve ever seen in the realm of white supremacy. Richard Spencer? Please. Gavin McInnes? Weak. Chris Cantwell? Crying Nazi. All those not all white people types… you get where I’m going with this. If you’ve ever wondered wh…
…an environment that foments the idea that the power and status of white folks need to be protected. This environment evolved into some profoundly large hate groups — of mostly white men — who believe that white genocide is a real thing; that immigrants of color are evil and should be stopped; that Black men are going around raping their women; that Jews control everything but Muslims are secretly taking over; that white America is burning under the flames of diversity.