Crazy or Radicalized?

martin-couture-rouleau“Was the shooter crazy or radicalized?” These days, the answer to that question seems to depend, not on whether or not the shooter was crazy or radicalized, but on petty political posturing.

If an angry young white guy in his mid-twenties kills a bunch of people in the name of religion, Mr. Conservative’s knee-jerk response is to say that it’s got everything to do with the shooter’s religion, whilst Mr. Liberal’s knee-jerk response is to say that it’s got nothing to do with his religion: “Move along, folks, nothing to see here. Dude was just crazy. Ya feel me?”

If an angry young white guy in his mid-twenties kills a bunch of people in the name of right-wing politics, Mr. Liberal’s knee-jerk response is to say that it’s got everything to do with the shooter’s politics, whilst Mr. Conservative’s knee-jerk response is to say that it’s got nothing to do with his politics: “Move along, folks, nothing to see here. Dude was just crazy. Ya feel me?”

No, I don’t feel you, either of you, don’t feel you at all. Because this shit is getting serious, and the roller coaster of your contradictions is making me wanna puke up the promises I ate for dinner last night at the voting booth. Then Tony turned to the salesman and said: “Can we see something a little, no, please, something completely different?”

—John Faithful Hamer, The Myth of the Fuckbuddy (2017)

About John Faithful Hamer

John Faithful Hamer is a college professor who still can't swim, drive, or pay his bills on time. His sense of direction is notoriously unreliable, yet he'd love to tell you where to go. His lack of practical skills is astounding, and his inability to fix things is renowned, yet he'd love to tell you what to do. His mismanagement of time is legendary, as is his inability to remember appointments, yet he fancies himself a philosopher and would love to tell you how to live. He wouldn't survive in a state of nature, of that we can be sure; but he's doing quite well in the big city, which has always been a refuge for the ridiculous, a haven for the helpless, and a friend to the frivolous.

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