another thing driving socialism is the finished product. They want a finished product, something handed down from God all perfect and done. Like a socialist person I went to a Picasso exhibition with, she’s a pretty smart damn person. We would talk about the subtleties of Picasso and she would be right up there. But added to the exhibition (this socialist mindset we live in) was some pictures of like black people with like, I dunno, it felt like trying to fit in. Like we can be artists too. It was very forced and annoying. She loved it. Obviously not because she liked the aesthetics REALLY, I mean she was making subtle points about Picasso a second earlier, but because she couldn’t stand the tension of the historical development of black Americans (the continent). She wanted us all to already be integrated, boom, injustices solved and integrated, finished product. I was like no. That’s not real. Rap is real. She couldn’t stand it, the dirtyness, black people actually listening to themselves and making art out of what they feel like. Not, VERY much not trying to fit in. She couldn’t stand the idea that such a violent thing cannot just have happened. And shit, if all people from all genealogies (and I don’t just mean DNA) suddenly had no conflicts, that would SUCK. We need conflict, it is the one and only point of life.
Or, like Picasso said, he never in his life finished a painting.