Black and white.

The world is not black and white. The colours don't range from grey to snow; even the newspapers aren't black and white any more. The coin has two sides, the leaflet two sides: the propaganda two sides - but life has many. Life is myriad particles floating around, inexorably attracted to each other across the vista of time; it is not two disparate ideologies played forth infinitely. We see no progress through the dissolution of opinion and we see no constructs through the dissembling of thought. I look at you and I see life made incarnadine through the blood coursing through your veins: I see a multitude of intelligence and hesitance splayed against a backdrop of reluctance and self-doubt; I leer at your confidence, and your extroversion; and I laugh at your hatred and your loathing. I see you as a person because that is what you are: I do not define you by your self-imposed borders; they are a social construct - an irony you propagate as the ill of modernity, but encapsulate perfectly in your pseudo-right-wing-ideology. You spout racism, I cry liberalism. You shout for intolerance, I plead for tolerance. You throw down bigotry, I take you to my heart. You scream for freedom, and our voices are one. You fail to see our positions: our illimitable views the same as each other. You decry me as implacable, as close-minded; I plead for mercy. You fail to see the irony living in your soul. I see it. That is why I love you regardless.

In case you've missed what I was saying here it is in plain-speak. This morning I spent half my time outside in the garden reading the paper; and the other half on the internet, perusing Stormfront: the jewel in the crown of the anti-libertarian movement. Bedecked to the rafters with insanity and tolerance it's a bloody frightening way to spend a morning. So often people of my ilk will criticise, and oppose, the right-wing by lambasting them as hilariously misguided. They think that kind of website is wonderful. Funny and close-minded. I see it as neither: I see it as illuminating and worrying. I do not worry for our safety, because that kind of introversion can never lead to revolution: they are not a suppressed peoples, clinging onto a life-raft of bigotry and mindless hatred; they are an uncontrolled mass of ill-education and propaganda. No, I worry for their sanity. I see comments which suggest that soon America will be overrun by Mexicans, and to protect itself she will have to enclose the states within a perimeter fence. Ignoring the brilliant logistical implications - which, incidentally, are the main justification for espousing the 'holocaust myth' - there is a grain of truth in what they say. Unfortunately, a grain does not a crop make. A grain makes a very rubbish piece of toast. Not at all savoury or filling. You have to dig deeper to find the root causes of this kind of so-called 'ignorance'. It is not this kind of blithe generalisation; this kind of statement has no ramifications for the liberty of anyone. No, it is the kind of prevalent thinking behind mass-bigotry which should be of alarm, and not amusement, to the people who fight for freedom whenever they see it.

We should defend these people's rights to speak and believe as they wish. They are protected by law, and by ethical guidelines; by morals. It is amoral to declaim them as ill-minded and aggressive, unpleasant, and obnoxious. They, to me, are none of those things. The left-wing elitism which surrounds such thought is more obnoxious and unpleasant. I cannot palate any such kind of nonsense from any of my friends. I hate it with a burning passion. They scream for tolerance and other kind of rubbish. They're wrong.

The world is not black and white. There is smatterings of light in even the darkest corner. As we seek the light on a cold day, we should seek an intellectual agreement. A dispel of hatred and mindless violence: a conversation; that conversation with you, the sanguine self-loather, and with you, the mindless racist.

I can promise you that if the world was literally black and white, we wouldn't be suffering from minority repression and hatred. No, we would instead suffer from worldwide, international, all-encompassing hatred of each other. The banal, the mundane, the beige would be everywhere: proliferated into all walks of life, prominent in even the most interesting of us. It would be dark and dank and disgusting. It would be horrifying. If a world I live in has to have people who disagree with me, and who would seek to end my freedoms, then I would rather live in that world. Anything is better than a world with no freedoms to fight for at all.

What is your freedom if it is always present? Where is the glory, the revelling in the unabashed joy of burden-free living? I don't think I would enjoy a society - however constructed consciously - which safeguarded each and every freedom I enjoy. I don't want a society which imposes freedoms on me. That doesn't seem pleasant or enjoyable. I like the fight. It's the chase which people enjoy in romance, so it is here. I enjoy arguing and talking with people: I take perverse pleasure in the academic sadomasochism. It's brilarious. Honest to god. Without this kind of thing life would become so intolerably tedious that I would have to kill myself. I would rather be called a "faggot", and now that I am alive, then live life without counter. Where is the fun in that, people? Come on, Thomas, would you like it if people agreed with you all the time? In fact, you probably would. You cunt.

Set me free, set me out on the run: lift me up to the sun, to the sun. We are burning doooooooooooown. God this is a terrible song, but it's uplifting.

I'm just rambling now. I'll stop soon I expect. I did have some more moderately interesting things to say, but I seem to have forgotten them.

Now: post hoc, ergo propter hoc - I am dressing up like a woman and going out.