I honestly didn’t think I was still the type of person who could wish someone dead. I’ve come believe in a balanced universe, that you get back what you put out there, more or less. This has wrought a few changes in my life and the way I think, all very gradual, and frankly I like myself a little better now.

Now though, I have to rectify this belief with the fact that in my considered, informed opinion there is no purpose in the continued existence of — and every reason for the world to be rid of — not one but several persons. Persons who, and we have solid evidence on this, contributed directly or indirectly to the preventable deaths of thousands of American citizens they were sworn to serve.

I don’t know who coined the phrase outrage fatigue, but it  is an apt one to describe what regular white people experience when subjected to the daily disappointments, slights and general fuck-uppedness of the world that minorities have to deal with. It’s resignedness in the face of the seemingly insurmountable stupidity, power, and unfairness of them.

Well, the fatigue part has officially worn off for this little white boy, leaving us with outrage. Simplify a little more, and you get rage, which is what I’ve been feeling lately. Scream-and-break-things rage. I want that form of revenge dressed up in righteousness and called capital-J Justice. I want capital murder trials followed by televised executions. Yes, I want blood for blood. Will this undo any of the pain? No. Does this make me a nice person? Fuck nice. Does this agree with anything I profess to believe? Not the tiniest bit. Is this basically the mindset that , taken to its logical extreme, allows things like terrorism against innocents to occur? Yeah, now that you mention it. But I still want what I want.