The Golden rule don’t always work
I dated a horrible
sociopathic lunatic
for about year.
Yes, I’m a slow learner.
My friends hated her.
Her kids hated her.
In the end,
I didn’t like her very much either.
But I turned her onto
Noam Chomsky’s political writings
in those first golden days
of a new romance
and she has walked around
for the 30 years since then,
from what I’ve heard anyway,
criticizing
anyone who
hasn’t
“Read Chomsky”
as though this is a
litmus test to
whether you are a decent, smart,
honorable human being.
This is the one and only thing,
I can recall,
about which she
was and is
right.
Because it turns out that
Chomsky was and is
right about
pretty much
everything.
I must add this note to Noam,
Sorry we didn’t
believe you more fully
before the authoritarianism
of our lives today,
But I gotta tell you brother, we believe you NOW,
Even if your biggest
fan
is a nasty nut,
and proof that loving you,
in some rare cases,
isn’t quite enough to make a crazy person sane.
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