People Died and Someone Slapped a Hand

Mike Wyant
May 23, 2017 · 3 min read

Melania slapped a Trump hand and twenty-two people died.

Once upon a time, there were people. Those people lived their lives thinking that society would move forward. It would progress past them and deliver succor to future generations the likes of which humanity had never imagined.

And then we decided that a hand slap was more intriguing than the deaths of twenty-two people.

As of right now, we still have few details into the explosion at Ariana Grande’s concert in Manchester. Maybe we will by the time you read this. Maybe we won’t.

UPDATE: ISIS is claiming responsibility for the attack, though there is no backing proof of this so far.

Maybe we’ll still be blaming the Muslims whether it turns into a f*cked up gas leak or a white supremacist attack. Maybe ISIS will have taken responsibility and we’ll all breathe that awkward, slow breath of those who know that their enemy is identifiable in public.

Then again, maybe we won’t.

Or maybe we shouldn’t.

Maybe the enemy we search for is dug straight into the face you stare at while you try to rationalize the hatred you feel for anyone who would attack you.

To paraphrase a seriously twisted Jonathan Coulton song, maybe the doll is you.

Let me take a step back for a moment. I have a friend who lives in/around Manchester. She’s never made it super clear where she lives and I’ve never pried. I’ve just been super proud that she finally made it where she needed to be.

She’s finally where her life makes sense.

And now someone bombs the place.

UPDATE: She’s safe.

And then we have insane, idiotic, morons throwing out shit-eating phrases like “Extreme Islamic Terrorists” or the like.

Why don’t you take a fucking breath?

Take a look at the pretty picture of the Melania Trump slapping away her husband’s hand and gasp with indignation. Fly to the mirror and catch your breath and throw your “my word”s at the glass as if they make sense.

Because that’s what you’re really looking for. You want that high rising, emotional grip of scandal without the commitment. You don’t actually want the reality behind Israeli/Palestinian relations or the details that have lead to Netanyahu getting condemned for Israeli construction in an area they shouldn’t be building.

Be angry and aghast at that stupid fucking hand slap.

Right now we still have people looking for their loved ones who were supposed to be at a — by all accounts — kickass concert. Let them find their people before you start throwing the brown terror you see in your mind’s eye at them. Let them find their people.

Let people get home.

As of right now, I still don’t know if my friend is safe.

I assume she is.

I assume that everything is fine.

If you tell me that she was killed by a “radical Islamic terrorist” while smiling, I will break you in half and find a place to bury you in my backyard.

Let me find my friend before you impose your racist shit into the narrative.

Update 5/23/2017 11:36a EST: Updated the fatality count to twenty-two from nineteen, added links referencing ISIS claiming responsibility, and added update about the author’s friend being safe

Mike Wyant

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Writer and gamer with a few cute pets. Posts are likely rants about politics, gaming, and mental health awareness. Patreon: https://bit.ly/2Fz6NJJ

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