Dear diary, let's reflect.
And like a good exhibitionist and attention "bore", let's share it with a bunch of strangers.
Let's leave the clown alone for a moment, and let's talk for a brief moment about a person like Marjorie Taylor Greene.
But, we won't stay on her long. She is just the first that came to mind.
This lady believes that blazing fires start by aliens who were conspiring with Jews, that school shootings are staged by actors and noone died, that the presidency was stolen from trump, that a pizza place was run by pedofile lizard people and of course that 9/11 was staged by the government.
Also publicly and unapologetically threatened people with execution.
And that's OK. No surprise there. She is a classic Far Right conspiracy theorist.
But this person is in Congress.
She is not your average six pack redneck toothless trailer trash.
She is a whole other kind of trash.
One with voice. One that other fellow racist brainless small time thugs LISTEN to. And believe.
And in THEIR turn they spread all these lies and misinformation and since, as it is known, lies travel faster than the truth, the uninformed average Joe, too lazy to do a real research, well trapped in his or hers Google algorithm, content with reading the word "expert", reads an article about any of this crap... and eats it all up. And on top of that he or she thinks that they are in the know, that they know better, that everyone else is naive and stupid.
And slowly but surely one day comes that all these idiots vote for a bigger idiot. And a country is almost devastated for 4 years and who knows how long it will take for order to be restored.
She is the reason for many unfortunate reactions of such brainless hordes. She has publicly supported and encouraged a false theory that lead to the attack on the Capital and who's main goal was to execute people.
And here I come to my dilemma.
All this shit makes one face an internal conflict. And when a person like me, the daughter of actively political socialist parents. Parents who fought for democracy, freedom of speech and equality, for real though, out in the streets, not over Facebook with memes and quotes. Parents who were threatened by jail and worse, during dark times in Greek history back in the 60s and 70s. Parents who's libraries were heavy with books on philosophy, politics, history and poetry. Parents with ethos who proudly announced they were humanists and would fight racism, marginalisation and chauvinism.
When a person like me starts to feel a deep conflict with their morals, ethics and deeply routed principles in their head ... In my head. I tell you, it's a shitshow.
And sadly my dad, who was most unbiased and fair in such conversations, is no longer with me.
I'm having thoughts like "there should be control on WHO gets to have a voice"
Like dear Marjorie for example. She is a preposterous creature. She is a racist, she is delusional, she is a liar, most definitely has some form of mental illness and she has the power to speak and vomit all this poison.
Yet SHE, like everyone else, has the right to speak. See where I am getting at?
Yet who am I to decide?
This is a dangerous zone. That's how the Soviet Union drowned in a sea of shit, in the Dictatorship of the Proletariat for 69 years.
Yet, I can't stop having these horrible dark thoughts, were I am a dictator and I flat out kill anyone with lower IQ that 100.
And other such childish notions.
Here I am, another "internet activist warrior". Writing from a comfy sofa in front of a fireplace.
Don't worry my next post will probably be a selfie, or a dildo, or my dog. Or an insinuation about people's ugly babies.
tata for now