The Faux Pas Press #133
Nemesis Magician
23 January 2012
By Jason Fresh
I had a conversation the other day. I had a conversation the other day about producing the concept of justice. If there were something worth producing in a nation state it would be justice. It would allow a selected few to control the promise of a new day, it would allow information to flow in a direction of justice, and it would send people going to war. “Hey! Get you're damn hands off of her!” “You know you kids really shouldn't download music without paying for it!” “You really shouldn't let him get away with this.” We have justice like we are adequately represented in congress. The self-righteous air of goodness in anyone of us just fucking kills me. We have justice like we have righteousness. The word, the order of everything – the illusion of stability. “You can't keep doing this to people!” We say shit like this right before we arrest a working girl trying to bring pleasure for money. There are people behind the bars of injustice everyday on this planet. We should all be locked up because of justice: for every hamburger, for every item purchased that marginalizes a part of the planet, for every lie told to a spouse. We've got people in prison who have effectively harmed nothing but there are crooks swinging their dicks across Florida this week. You can throw the ballots away – but there will be justice.
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