I could probably just write this in the comments on my last post, but…
Saw WWF Smackdown last night. I won’t recap what went down since most people who had an interest in it already saw it. For those in areas where it was preempted, there’s a terrific recap/transcript on CRZ’s site, even if it’s not a substitute for the real thing.
What annoys me, what really pisses me off are the critics. I mentioned in the last post I expected a lot of ’em, and we got a lot of ’em. Fortunately, they are not the majority, but they stick out like a sore thumb. They’re sickened by the very notion of airing a wrestling program so soon after the tragedy. “After all, baseball cancelled its games, and since God loves baseball you should obey baseball! How dare you do anything other than cry on Thursday?” (Being happy on Monday is fine, however.) Plenty of other angles they attack from too — how wrestling is violent, how Vince McMahon is an evil capitalist stooge (hmm..) and so on and so on.
This sort of criticism is a problem all across our country… the problem of people who feel THEY should set the standards of what is ‘appropriate’ in wake of the diasaster. That they should dictate when you are allowed to laugh and when you must mourn. Fall outside these lines, THEIR lines, and you’re an insensitive bastard with no respect for human life.
I’m sick of that attitude. Look at me: I’m tired of being unhappy. I want to get my culture back and I want to get on with my life, and Smackdown last night helped me do just that. I felt GOOD inside. The cynic in me actually felt patriotic. The guy who downloaded an MP3 of the punk song ‘Fuck the USA’ on the 4th of July stood in silence during the national anthem last night. And most importantly, I was able to laugh! I was sharing witty banter with my friends as we watched! The emotions of grief were there too, but we were able to keep them at a comfortable distance (acknowledging, never forgetting, but accepting and proceeding) so we could simply enjoy the life we’re fortunate to have.
And now I go on the net and I read people pumping venom from their keyboards, cursing the name McMahon, and feeling sickened that people like me dare to turn away from CNN and dare to try and be happy again. And you know what? Fuck them. Everybody has their own right to choose how to mourn. Critics can mourn however they want, and I have no problems with that… until they force their ideals onto me.
Because forcing your views on others is exactly the kind of attitude that led to four airplanes making very unscheduled stops. If we had more tolerance for how different people feel about different things we wouldn’t be buggered right now. And I’m going to celebrate my country, celebrate the fact that we are alive, and I will reclaim my happiness whether you like it or not.