Hate alone is not enough to nourish. But there’s rage too.

so i worked this evening and being that i still dont trust the Gizzle train (although ive seen marked improvement) i opted for a cab {company sponsored of course - see lebanon, my main memory being about how much it sounded like elevenon. freshman year there was a kid from lebanon named masud which i thought was cool and he had a tattoo of lebanon. enough about me. he said he moved to the city when he was 17 in 1984, alone, very little english and shit. real life shit. none of this american blah blah blah those crazy thises and thoses. sounded like a good guy.
he happened to cut some honda off just as we were driving under the bqe and they honked. he continues on and we continue talking and i see the car pull beside us and two, um, lets be politically correct here….. thugs….. yeah i think you get the picture…. brandish a nice shiney pistole. a gat so to speak. first thought is if they’re in such a big hurry then why do they have time to drive along side us. very counter intuitive.
i chose to ignore and continue the conversation and decide not to react because that would just give the thugs what they want. attention. cause if they wanted to shoot they would have.
i also decided not to inform the driver in case he got spooked and reacted. after we lose the thugs i ask if he saw what they were waving.
sez he /yeah happens all of the time/.
sez iandi /you servived lebanon, those punks arent’ going to spook you, huh/.
sez he /civil war started when i was 9/
america (especially white america) has a lot of learning to do about how the world operates. things can get real bad. our government, media and society are real good at isolating us from the realities so that they don’t lose productivity from us. the less we know, the harder we work, the more they make.
not real succinct but truth is i needed a Jack and beer after that so I’m tired.