Asmat or…Nobody Knows You When You’re Down And Out?

“As if?!”

“But I like to think at least things can’t get any worse.” Florence + The Machine

People love to vilify certain types of people. And who’s “pure evil” depends on who you ask.

The Jews are a popular group to hate. So are Blacks. …Whites in general are starting to gain some traction now too. But…rich white people are already familiar with being hated. So are really poor white people. And that my dears is why I like to “dismantle” the bourgeois. That’s my group of choice to despise. That’s my brand. Although I don’t hate. Truly. I just despise. And there’s a difference.

Bourgeois boils down to meaning any person who chooses to try to place socio-economic status and “power” over good in importance. Good as defined by C. S. Lewis. Look it up. It’s not on Wikipedia. It’s in his actual books…

“Bill Gates is pure evil!” some say. But is he?! And was Jack Kennedy really objectively good at art?

…Really? I doubt it. Sir Winston Churchill was brilliant and painted too. And I wouldn’t call his work technically “good” so much as profoundly emotive. There’s a difference. I’m not a great painter either, truly incidentally? But I too love to paint. It’s nice to put things in order…in a harsh world.

…I mean, he could be. But from my perspective he seems…overwhelmed by his place in the world. Prone to missteps. Prone to errors from lack of experience being in the upper-class. Because I highly suspect as privileged as his childhood was that he was raised mainly in the upper-middle class. Because the social classes aren’t arranged just by money. …At least, that’s what I suspect. *smile* But what do I know? *Peaches rolls her eyes and scoffs like an enraged alt-mean girl and the cool-kids cheer* Right?

But to other people Bill Gates is…like the Devil! *pearl clutch*

I was on Tik Tok and ran into a photo of Michael. (Not JFK’s nephew) And because it’s all fiction I imagined a ghost asking me…”What do you think of him?”

“It doesn’t hurt me. Do you want to feel how it feels?” Is something I’d never say. In any incarnation. In any variation. Because I don’t like lying to lovers. It’s just negatively distancing…

Warring tribes were seemingly a popular theme in the 1960’s. And after Lacey wrote a recent blog post she went and found synchronization with Jack’s words. On Mad Men. Irony in one of my favorite (classic) songs by Eminem.

“You like Eminem!?” a gay male “friend” of mine asked in an accusatory tone in college. He must have believed I was lying. He liked to label me “a total soccer mom.” But we were never lovers. He dropped hints that he wanted to experiment with me but…but…I wasn’t as perfect as the Penelope Cruz lookalike he used to belittle me or ugly enough to be that liked by our mutual female “friends” so nothing happened. And I suspected he was a kind of a jerk at heart. …And he’d deny it now either way. Because that’s likely not “his” narrative currently. He’s always been…just gay now. Because bisexuality is just a stop on the way to gayville. Gaytown? Which one is it bourgeois? You would know. And people love to hate me.

Not all people. Not all people hate me because I’m not just this or just that. I’m a human created by God.

I wonder. Would Jack have sent me to Asmat hoping I’d be eaten alive or kept hostage? In 1961? For Bobby’s birthday? Because they all shared Lem but didn’t like to do it honestly like the aboriginals? They all got “a slice” once and a while? *wink* Yummy!!! Jesus respectfully decline’s Eunice’s offer to share a hot piece.

*”Shake it, byotches!”*

Be careful Peaches. When the Asmat die…they don’t cease to exist. And that was their ultimate truth. And they believed it was also fact. They believed they could see spirits and talk to them too… Sort of like in Shakespeare’s Hamlet.

And they would have loved your whitish skin Peaches…with…syrup? No? Toasted? Boiled. Why boiled? Why not baked or grilled? …Actually, marinating it might have been “lovely” too? Does Julia Child get a say? Oh goody. I hoped you listen to her suggestions.

Read the Smithsonian article I found yesterday night, Peaches. Read. Right? Because the narrative assumption is that you don’t. You don’t read. You’re basically almost illiterate outside of most (middle-class) pop-culture references according to the narrative sweetie. Dumb as a doorknob in reality but lovable *Aww!* to the bourgeois who need your vote, byotch. They need it real bad, Peaches!

Don’t worry gay-Jack-pack Lem will come through. He always does. Compliments! “Sex!” Votes! You name it. He makes it work out. …And look at his face and his sexy arms too… His ability to pick the right matching swim shorts and the right curtains and the right wives! “Damn. He good! Mmm!” Now shake your asses for the great leader!!! “Now!”

Happy hunting patriots. *wink*