Met up with some leftists yesterday who were in my wife’s group resisting the covid tyranny. I genuinely like all of them, but I can see where they’re stuck.
After agreeing that throughout human history the ruling class never gave two shits about the regular person, one of them said, “But we’re also complicit.”
I said, “How so? I’m not trying to coerce anyone to inject poison into himself. "
She said, “In ways you don’t even realize.”
I said, “Like what?”
She said, “Sometimes it’s unknowable even by you.”
I said, “If it’s unknowable, not much I can do about it.”
She said, “that’s not necessarily true, we could rise up and protest.”
I said, “you can do that if you want, but I don’t care about that. I only care about telling the truth.”
I told her, “I don’t give two shits about being *good* or if people think I’m the bad guy, if people like me. I just want to be honest and say what I think is the case, not go along with lies.”
She didn’t know what to say. She’s a nice person, no beef with me personally.
The whole thing is a lot like Orginal Sin. Somehow you are bad, privileged, wrong, complicit. You “absolve” yourself in your ignorance.
Sorry, I reject the premise. I don’t give a fuck. There is nothing from which I need to be absolved. I feel bad lying. I feel bad being fake. I strike not to do that so that my conscience is clean. And I live according to it.
Maybe God will judge me and find me wanting. Maybe not. That’s the thing that is unknowable, but I’m not going to judge myself by someone else’s standard, by whether I’m *good* according to some priest or some professor or some person who purports to know better.
