Because if your job is bailing out the be-cannon-holed boat that is the world, not only do your arms get tired but the minute you start asking why on earth you’re doing this is the minute you start seeing stuff and talking to yourself. It’s the oldest story on earth, trying to do something nice only to get kicked in the nuts for it, repeatedly, and the scariest thing isn’t that your kickers are right and you’re crazy, it’s that you’re sane and they might win anyway. I talk about this all the time: Convinced you have a destiny and thwarted in it, the most horrifying thought is not that you are deluded but that you are not. You let yourself be talked out of saving the world when you could have done it. What kind of fucking moron does that? Get off your ass! You have poor people to feed!
Be sure to follow the link toJake T. Snake’s post over at Whiskey Fire. During the holidays I kind of mentally check out of blog world even when I’m not running two fundraising drives at once while baking for an army, so I miss a lot of stuff, but Jake’s post should be shoved up the mental asshole of every single person who every shied away from giving five bucks to charity on the grounds that it’s better spent at motherfucking Starbucks. I’m not kidding, this kind of shit makes me HULK SMASH kind of pissed. As Jake says, it’s exhausting:
The scrutiny is what always gets me. Always on the alert, we are, for fraud and waste and corruption everywhere but the top fucking tax bracket. Always want to make sure our annual five bucks for the poor isn’t being misused. Always quick to suggest something, anything, other than us fucking helping out a little bit more, always eager to offer advice as we put the checkbook away. Just clip some coupons, we say. Apply for a grant. Sell some bling. There’s got to be something you can do other than bothering me by being poor and, you know, in my sight line. Go away. I’ve given you the benefit of my wisdom, isn’t that enough?
It’s exhausting because who deserves what is so far from the goddamned point it takes a telescope to see the point at all. Somehow in the past half a century or so we have completely overburdened the recipients of generosity with all the pressure to be deserving, and entirely removed the givers from the same. Does so and so or such and such deserve your charity? Do you deserve to be charitable? That might be a better question.