i will slap on some hashtags,
add colour filters to my profile pic,
and post some links.
cuz, im doing my part.
out of habit, i check what the world is saying, over the web. i often try to tell myself this is normal, to see the world through the web.
so many memes. so many pictures. so many condolence statements. so many prayers.
i lost it for a few sec.
prayers? really? are you kidding me?
they blew up paris, in middle of their lovely friday night out, in name of god and we are sending prayers? we are proud that we chose blue, white and red for our LEDs which illuminates our big and expensive civic icons?
concert hall, restaurants, national level football stadium, all quite expensive and 'nice' places to be. we, the haves, walked around in this feeling of safety, strolling, thinking of probably 'nice' things, like christmas, concerts, great food.
and then people showed up. and blew up themselves.
in name of the god.
and they may have been crazy.
and they probably called upon the lord.
and they likely hoped for the salvation from life.
cuz life was unbearable and difficult
and only 'help' they found was this.
THIS was their individual salvation.
no one who is happy becomes a radical.
they dreamed of lives they could not have, for whatever the reasons may be. their lives were bare. to fill the emptiness, they filled it up with what we consider nonsense- of extremist religion, of promise for the next life in heaven.
why would anyone wants to go to heaven for SURE? anyone who lives in hell and felt that there's no way out of hell to normal life.
who robbed their lives out of riches- including the small, 'affordable' joy that we all think we are entitled to- health, safety, food, education, mobility?
we all did.
you may say: hey i didnt do anything!
that says so much eh.
you wanted to fill your life with nice things? getting it cheaper? getting more of it? closing your doors to others? agreeing to the cheap oil prices because you felt you should pay less? not being aware of WHY people are angry in this world? and once realized that there are issues that make people very angry, what have you done? dont or did not know what to do? dont have time to even read up on regular basis because economics is complicated and all politicians are thieves anyway and
YOU WONT MAKE A DIFFERENCE?
right. one did not know what to do EXACTLY so one sat on one's butt, continuing as if life is nice. and that does make it impossible to possibly understand WHY anyone would want to become a religious radical and kill innocents.
yeah, sure. nice life for you and for me. look, im typing in a comfortable downtown apartment and look at my middle class anger. hahahaha. but hey, im sharing it on social media. look at this poetic irony. i look at myself on the mirror. i laugh. what a ridiculous human being.
THE EIGHT BOMBERS.
THEIR LIVES MADE ALL THE DIFFERENCE NOW.
paris is the unlucky victim last night. paris paid for our collective complacency and lack of action with blood. those who died, they were at the wrong place for the wrong time. and we are all part of this problem. locking doors wont help. cuz our little safe house, it's a straw house, built with blindness and deafness to the rest of this world.
lebanon. iraq. kenya.
they didnt even have the flimsy straw house walls...
oh at right times, those places are such nice places to be. only if there are no terrorists. how dare they. so we send prayers with hashtags. the most 'aware' generation, right? thanks to technology. and im a happy participant. i mean, look at our lovely non-real tribute to remembrance day. what did we remember? we say 'sacrifices.' but yeah, we remembered and it wont be on the menu today. too expensive. and yeah, what difference can one make. why dont we just conceptualize it? it makes us feel awesome and compassionate.
cuz, you know, hastags save lives, didnt you know?