the healing power of dreams
The story I'm about to tell you has nothing to do with a real-life black male who lives in Portland. He never dresses with a Southwestern flair, and he truly doesn't delude himself about his intelligence.
And just for the record, I didn't once have a girlfriend who looked so terrified when he entered a club that she said we had to leave immediately. She didn't wait until we were a safe distance from the club to tell me that he had raped her. She didn't say that he once told her he needed a place to stay, she offered him her couch, and in the middle of the night he crawled into her bed and raped her while she protested. And she didn't say that when she told other girls about it, some of them shared similar tales about him. And I really never heard an entirely different girl recount a story about how the same guy once took advantage of a girl who'd passed out from drinking, his thrusts shoving a tampon so far up her snatch that she became ill from it. And I didn't have another friend who told me that a Portland stripper once told him that the male in question forced himself upon her while she was trying to sleep. Really, there aren't SEVERAL similar allegations independently circulating about this person, so don't worry.
And there's NO WAY that this same man has been on a mission to exterminate all "Nazis" in Portland, not realizing all Nazis in Portland died out some time around the last Ice Age. He doesn't make phone calls to send thugs down to beat up people whom he suspects of being "Nazi sympathizers." He hasn't stated on numerous occasions that such people "should be killed."
So anyway, last night I had a dream that I saw this guy in a club. He gave me a dirty look, and I called him a rapist. Then he tried kicking my head, but seeing as he was a dozen feet away, he didn't come close. So, being the eminently cordial and logical guy that I am, I sat him down and explained a few things. I told him I really didn't care what he did in his spare time, even if he rapes people. But I did note that it's highly hypocritical for him to go on these moralistic stampedes when he apparently has so many personal problems which need to be addressed. Simply put, rapists shouldn't worry about racists until the rapists have stopped raping. It's always the people with the bloodiest hands who go on the most hysterical crusades. And even if all the allegations about him were untrue, it still isn't nice to wish physical harm upon people whose beliefs differ from his.
There's something wrong about those who go around inflicting ACTUAL harm upon people...who then call for MORE actual harm upon people...because those other people believe things which THEORETICALLY may harm people. If you've anointed yourself holy enough to "exterminate the scum," you're no better than a Nazi—worse, in fact, because at least the Nazis were honest about what they were doing.
He listened to me, and since there was no way to argue with my iron logic, he agreed. We became friends and had a nice chat.
I invite all world leaders to bring their problems to me, and I'll work them out in my dreams.
