I often wonder if I’m the crazy one or if the world has gone mad.
Sometimes, I want to sell out. I think if I wrote columns that mocked white men, trashed America, and ranted against Trump, I would get million-dollar book deals and be nominated for a Pulitzer.
I wish I felt oppressed so I could say nonsense about racial equality. But I’m not angry, and I don’t feel held down by the system.
I know history. I get it. White men have robbed, stolen and plundered countries for many centuries. But I’ve turned the page, moved on, and forgiven them. I don’t want retribution and justice. I don’t want to go back in time and revisit the slave ships, the cotton fields and the freedom rides. For me, it’s over. I moved on.
As we enter the holidays, I want to wish people a great Christmas without worrying about being canceled. On that note, I’m also okay with a white Santa Claus.
What is the purpose of worrying about what offends people? What are we saving? Politicians that steal our tax dollars as we live in tents?
Doomers have long predicted apocalypse since the dawn of humanity. People will drone on about climate change (which was known before as global warming). They will complain about the pandemic and vaccines.
But take my advice: You only have one life to live, so why not live it to the fullest? Eat all the animals, pick all the vegetables, and use as much gas as possible. This holiday season, I’m not going to sit at home in a bunker worrying about a big event that may kill us all.
Tomorrow is not guaranteed, and it would be arrogant for you to think this way. Life is unpredictable. You could walk across the street tomorrow, get hit by a car, and die.
As we approach the holidays, I will not tie myself into a pretzel over all these things. I hope you have a Merry Christmas. I know I will.
Jeffery McNeil is an artist and vendor with Street Sense Media.
