I am an Ordinary Person.
And each day passed (and yet to come), the collective intervention of such Ordinary People is stoic in compelling narrative and memory.
The truthful transmission of Palestinian π΅πΈ perspective underpins mutated political asymmetrical preference. Claims by Grand Western Gods, synthetic construct paved possible (surely) by our pervasive depiction of God as white and male.
Source: AJPlus
And in a world governed by Rascal White Psychopathy, the corrosive convergence of self-interest and dispositional greed engulfs us in evolutionary outcome⦠forced theatre aesthetics, poor outright lying, insidious gaslighting.
I recall my younger days growing up in Abu Dhabi π¦πͺ, Babaβs emphatic belief that America would one day end our plightβ¦ one day save us. And so I too believed his tale of one-dimensional plot, and waited alongside him for that day.
The realization has of course sunk in (the falsity of such dreams). There will not be such a celebrationβ¦ they were never rescuing us. The furnished unequivocal conclusion is βtheyβ are actually the insipid villains in our story. Our story of demise.
Axioms of superiority birthed from certain incubated ideologies, systematic thought and belief, ones that have painted our human capital as expendable excess to exterminate.
They are our Masters, self-proclaimed deities, the reason we are dead (and dying)
βI was ashamed of myself when I realized life was a costume party and I attended with my real faceβ
βFranz Kafka
For now I attempt to re-learn how to subscribe to a world I no longer believe in. One where human cognition embraces stained cultural appropriation, demonized fallacies of βguilt-by-associationβ, weaponized technology and computational theory.
But as my life persists, in a world that continues to rotate and rejoice, I preserve my permanent protestβ¦ the sadness continuum for our freedomβs bereavement. And inshallah one day I can be an actual agent of change (I just never rationalized the many big bad wolves we would have to fight to get there)