Politics-Hostile: An Artistic Battle Cry Whose Time Has Cum

(And I Hope Some of My Artist Spoo Landed on You Shitheads).

Politics-hostile. A word I coined that’s beginning to spread. So I gotta explain it before it takes on a life of its own.

It’s the last-ditch battle cry of the 21st-century artist. Before some turd-burglar decides it’s just another synonym for alt-right (whatever the hell THAT means now), it’s time I laid out the exact background of a term that should be self-explanatory… but the Internet is a paradise for liars and losers, so here we fuckin’ go.

Even Celestine had to have some bourgeois anarchist speak for her. He did a good job, admittedly, but at least in the 19th century people took the novel seriously instead of staring slack-jawed at the movie screen jamming pain au chocolat in their maw.

Politics-hostile. I don’t even have balls, but the very mention of your self-serving political opinions, whatever they are, still makes something like balls retract into my spleen every time someone starts pontificating.

In all of history, the Internet age has set the record for providing the most fertile grounds for turning political activity from a mere debate meant to decide the best way to go about living in harmony together into yet another chance for people to be tribal.

The difference between Internet tribal and regular tribal is that on the Internet, you can make money whipping assholes into a frenzy. “Give to my…