In Defense of Having F*cking Had it: A Beautiful, Messy Minute

60 seconds on the merits of impolite urgency

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Photo by Taylor Smith on Unsplash

I’m just gonna come right out and say it, I’ve had it with people right now.

OK, it’s probably not particularly healthy to have a grievance with an entire species, so let me narrow that down a bit.

The people I’m struggling the most with right now are the polite people, the patient people, the people who are acting as though they are above those of us who have f*cking had it.

You know who I’m talking about: those friends, family members, coworkers, classmates, and social media acquaintances who tone-police us for surveying the monumental destruction being inflicted upon our fragile Republic and its people and being livid; those who act as if they are above such emotionality and impulsivity. I don’t think they’re particularly helpful right now.

Look, I believe in being rational when at all possible, in offering a measured response to most kinds of adversity, to being strategic and sober of mind in the face of many struggles.

But right now, circumstances are such that we could use a lot more people who have seen, heard, and ahd enough: enough injustice, enough lawlessness, enough dehumanization, and who aren’t afraid to be labeled too loud, too pissed off, and too passionate.