Okay, so... typically I vanish into my own bitter corner full of whiskey and antisocial nature during this particular day of the year, but then, all but these last two years, I didn't have FaceBook.

And the other year I had FaceBook, I didn't have the energy to speak against the old injustices. But this year, I just saw one too many things. In the injustice toward blacks in this country, in the casual use of belittling, 'cute' name-calling, (soulless little gingers,) I see my dear people's suffering, passed down in our financial burdens despite the casual censor on the tales themselves.

In the comparison of this injustice to the injustices of those today, I hear the same thing from those victims as I do from the negligent: We don't have the time or energy to grieve for yours. Ours are more important. And that, my friends, is the human condition... we only have it in us to grieve for our own tribes. Because when we hurt for others, the hurt is too great. The magnitude of suffering becomes unbearable, almost instantly.

I'll die a bitter, pain-wracked man before I forget the suffering of others, and that in itself is the reason I'll die as such. I've spent one year of my life being an ignorant fool, and I'm done. I suffer for my people. I suffer for yours.

I will keep making noise and beating the flood back with my bare fists.

Laugh, you ignorant humans,
As my fists break the brine and my lungs fill with water,
Laugh, you fearful animals,
As I scream in anger and drown.