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You're proud of the work you do to make the world a better place.
You sort and separate your garbage and you vote for men of the people. You
rally, you petition, you send crumpled fives to cop killers and nod
earnestly when speakers speak. You drive a car that burns gas, you buy
beer made by companies who fund right-wing jihads, and you eat cow --
but you're aware of it, and you feel bad about it. You care!
You move to bigger cities and graduate to ever-hipper circles of
friends, stepping onto faster and faster carousels without even thinking
of giving a backward glance to the people you left behind. Your unity
tattoos might as well have been rubbed off the back of a Cracker Jack
box. Your vows of fidelity and friendship were written on wax paper and
left in the rain. You use your past as an excuse to cut a wide, bloody
swath through the present, and you can't be bothered to help clean up
the wreckage.
Your speech is couched in piety, your actions somehow justified,
your gluttony entitled, by the soft-focus gloss of the good works you latch
yourself on to. One might as well give a barnacle credit for steering
the ship. You work to improve the big picture, but the ugliness of your
little actions are a blemish that is visible on its face and can't be
scrubbed away. Your guilt is an abscess, your victories hollow, and all
the caring you claim to do is revealed as fakery. Your compassion for
the human race as a giant statistic is disgusting in light of your
callousness toward individual people.
Protest your own inhumanity. Boycott your own dishonesty. Sound the
alarm over your own injustices before you presume to admonish the rest
of the world. Bind the wounds you inflicted before you run off to some
other sucker's battlefield. You're the worst kind of do-gooder, because
the hand you reach out to the world is filthy with the germs of your own
damage.
Jello Biafra said "we won't destroy society in a day, until we change
ourselves first from the inside out." But you never liked the Dead
Kennedys much.
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