Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
Trying to understand them is like trying to understand an oil stain on asphalt. They just believe. They believe in Jesus like nothing else but not in anything he preached. They believe in life except lives not like theirs. They want to be left alone but they’re all up in your grill about your drug of choice if it isn’t booze or your pussy if you’re a woman, what’s in it is somehow their business. They have the smugness of the willfully ignorant called commonsense all in one word so that it smears into nonsense because that’s what it is and they know you think you’re better than them and in their frozen hearts they know you are, and they might even know that everything they believe is wrong but it’s better for them so wrong for the time being is right but stay tuned. It has a certain kind of sick logic if you’re scared to death of blacks and Muslims and atheists and the idea of a wall is the right way to seal out the Other, even though their daughters are dating one and their sons are on Obamacare and SSI. They pretend not to notice that their grandbabies are caramel-colored like the rest of the world or that hostile distinctions are more and more artificial, propped up on ancient paralytic beliefs. We’re all gonna be brownish one day, dig it. There was a time even they can’t remember when the town was safe and the sky was blue and the enemy was red and the bomb was the fear and the future was bright and the way things were was the way they were supposed to be but now that’s gone. They are terrified. All of the things they used to believe in like love thy neighbor have fossilized into bumper sticker shtick like “The Constitution Isn’t a Suicide Pact” or “If They’d Had Guns at Sandy Hook” and you just want to puke at the glib self-righteousness, the atrophied wisdoom. Never met a conspiracy theory they didn’t like like the Mexican signs in Arabic leading terrorists to the promised land, which, no. But what works for them is good even if it was bad a while back when it was good for the other guy, and what prompted “lock her up” before gets a thumbs up now, and it’s called hypocrisy on ice because it’s so goddamn cold.