Proudly Toxic ~ Maggie Lawson

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Today’s society is led by the nose like a fattened calf to slaughter. Integrity, empathy and character suffocate beneath layers of putrefying lard, the congealed apathy laid down by the willfully ignorant. That Legion of wanton disregard is a demagogue’s whore blinded by the spangle of ‘greatness’ without understanding their girth isn’t wealth but a belly swollen with the suppuration of its wounded people: victims of their corpulent egos and gluttonous lifestyles, and is wholly responsible for the decaying humanity and the stench it stitches to our everyday life.

The infection of “success” has us chasing the thin-hemmed skirts of the rich and vacuous whilst climbing on the backs of our most vulnerable: the mentally ill, poor, disenfranchised, and disabled. Unable to reach the perch of the elite we’ve added the middle class family to the fleshy mountain we climb just to gain a foothold.

We’re locked in a perpetual meme war where we live and die each day reviled or glorified by whimsical pop culture, where truth is found in articulate bullshit of 10 words or less. This same culture promotes aesthetic over character, wealth over effort, and compliance over integrity.

We spend days and nights exorcising and amputating the bits of ourselves our culture has decided are shameful and dark in an effort to fit a perpetually mutating ideal only to end up digging through yesterday’s offal for parts now deemed fitting.

The idea is to keep you disorientated, so busy hopping from one foot to the next trying to stay on the right side of acceptable that we don’t even notice the ridiculousness of it all or the fact that by doing so we’ve aborted critical thought as dissention’s bastard.

Are there dark things and sides that are ‘wrong’ – yes, absolutely, but I save that designation for the truly abhorrent, for the absolute void a lack of humanity leaves, not the shores those dark waters lap. Society paints grey as black and white and most things aren’t.

Our human nature needs to know there are edges not just because they protect us like fences on a cliff top but because those same fences ought to stop arseholes from throwing others off. It’s WHERE we’re putting those fences that I challenge. More and more we see fences miles away from where they’re needed to the point where we’re corralled like cattle and walking in our own filth, unable to enjoy the hills nor the view they offer.

The elite have taken a razor to the criteria for success and religiously whittled it down to an unobtainable sliver whilst ignoring the fact that their own success has more to do with the luck of not being burdened with biological or financial limitations than any ‘God-given’ talent they claim to have. Of course, the tiny shiny ones will deny this because they want to believe their prayers, hard work or skill got them where they are today but every day we see good, talented and hard-working individuals who never make that most elite rank. Instead we stand them up in front of carnival mirrors, distorting and amplifying imaginary weakness in order to label them as sinners and failures thus highlighting our own apparent success.

This condemnation of our majority has also exorcised our compassion. We place misfortune as a bruised and bloodied child in their hands then call child services leaving the elite to feel justified and free to pursue their own greed, their own wants.

Unencumbered by collective responsibility our greed-possessed culture closes one eye and grabs a gun, frothing at the mouth as it proclaims its right to deadly force against the starving children who reach across lines drawn in the sand scrounging for crumbs beneath a groaning table laden with food. And when you place deviant people in an environment that focuses on self over the collective needs of society then you get the darkest of depravity blossoming whilst society gazes skyward under the guise of seeking positivism, giddy on the artificially scented plastic flowers.

This disease is running rampant, an infection coursing through our collective body like a slow train wreck waiting to happen and we’re standing on the train tracks admiring the pretty light screaming toward us. Anyone who dares point out what’s coming, point to the cancer growing in humanity’s heart, is seen as a heretic and labelled negative or toxic. And we are; we’re toxic to ignorance, toxic to injustice, toxic to our culture of self-serving agendas and unashamedly vocal about it.

©Copyright Maggie Lawson 2018


Maggie chews crayons here: The Art of Chewing Crayons

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29 thoughts on “Proudly Toxic ~ Maggie Lawson

  1. Our ship lost its course a long time ago. We’re inevitably sinking deeper.
    I wonder how people can still be optimistic.
    We’re God’s toys, great Plato said, so we must live playing. But, I think we overestimated ourselves.
    Beautifully expressed, Maggie. I don’t know if I like your poetry or your prose more.

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    • I feel like I’m trying to change course by blowing into sails. It may be ineffective but I need to know I didn’t just let it happen.
      We do overestimate ourselves. We want to be more that just one of billions of life forms. We want to be special not for our uniqueness but for our perceived superiority.
      Thank you so much for reading and your lovely compliments.

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      • I don’t think your pessimism is a problem, I think it’s necessary. If we focus only on optimism then we blind ourselves to truth.
        I’ve been totally obsessed with ouroborus lately thanks to Brandewulf. Ouroborus promotes the idea of all is one, as in, not positive or negative but positive and negative. I think that’s how we have to look at life and this mess…
        I think you would be exactly the person to drive this sort of change. You’re a powerful writer able to engage a wide audience. You have stamina and persistence where as I come out of my cave to holler and scurry back in like a grumpy neighbour yelling at kids.

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      • LOL. Oh god Maggie, I love your sense of humor. You’re right. The world needs both. I am bitchy too but I try to initiate the change by addressing problems. My skepticism can be irritating, but if I didn’t have this systematic doubt in everything, if I weren’t raising questions, if I weren’t prone to criticism, I’d lose myself.

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  2. Neat words, Maggie L. Isn’t it a great shame that just waking up alive and happy isn’t enough. The expanding ego of the expanding waistband self-centred is the curse of the conscious. You’ve laid out even more reasons for me to prefer animals over humans – although that’s always been the case with me. How are you anyway. Longish time since we spoke?

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    • Hey there, I’m doing fine. It is a shame and yet wanting better isn’t necessarily bad. It’s what we’re prepared to do to get it that bothers me most. I still believe in people, I still have hope.
      How have you been?

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      • It’s good you still believe in people and have hope. I find that a hard thing with all the stuff that’s going on here, there and everywhere. I guess that ‘stuff’ means I’ve always got material for song lyrics. I’m OK, thank you. Silly busy and locked away composing for myself and others. My only curse right now is the pollen count.

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  3. So beautifully expressed, Maggie. Living in the country I do, I have found many reasons to hate who we are becoming. Hope, however, seems to spring eternal in my Den. Part of the reason I am often called The Eternal Optimist.
    I realize that recent changes in our culture have forced a greater degree of polarization. As much as I hate to become more of one thing than another, I have found my liberal leanings gaining strength as I am forced to feel with all these changes in the land of the free…oh how we have forgotten.

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  4. There is a palpable and necessary rage in this piece Maggie; fucking brilliant. I have come to believe that those who see must rage against all who have always tried to blind humanity. I am not an intellectual like the rest of you, but I do feel the power of this piece, the power of your voice. I am sharing this far and wide.

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    • Firstly, what on earth makes you think you’re NOT an intellectual? There are many ways of seeing and speaking to truths, none better than the other. You are an outstanding human being Susan, never forget that ❤️.
      And in fact, it’s because you can’t see your intelligence that I fight. Our culture lies to people like you and me by trying to convince us we aren’t enough,and you are ❤️

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  5. Maggie, your vision of the true heart and soul of America gives me hope. As more and more Americans awaken from decades of induced stupor, we-the-body-politic will be better able to bring about the changes we need.
    Powerful prose.

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    • Thank you Rosaliene. People think we have to be positive to be hopeful, or that change will come by linking hands and singing a hopeful tune but it won’t. We need to see the truth as ugly as it is before we can despise it enough to change it.
      Thank you for reading and commenting.

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  6. Still as powerful as the first time I read it. I love that it started a conversation.
    Each part encapsulates the dystopia that is our world. Especially liked,

    “The idea is to keep you disorientated,
    so busy hopping from one foot to the
    next trying to stay on the right side of
    acceptable that we don’t even notice
    the ridiculousness of it all or the fact
    that by doing so we’ve aborted critical
    thought as dissention’s bastard.”

    There are no truer words. An engrossing piece of prose. Well done, Maggie.

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  7. Reblogged this on The Art of Chewing Crayons and commented:

    Today’s society is led by the nose like a fattened calf to slaughter. Integrity, empathy and character suffocate beneath layers of putrefying lard, the congealed apathy laid down by the willfully ignorant. That Legion of wanton disregard is a demagogue’s whore blinded by the spangle of ‘greatness’ without understanding their girth isn’t wealth but a belly swollen with the suppuration of its wounded people: victims of their corpulent egos and gluttonous lifestyles, and is wholly responsible for the decaying humanity and the stench it stitches to our everyday life.

    The infection of “success” has us chasing the thin-hemmed skirts of the rich and vacuous whilst climbing on the backs of our most vulnerable: the mentally ill, poor, disenfranchised, and disabled. Unable to reach the perch of the elite we’ve added the middle class family to the fleshy mountain we climb just to gain a foothold.

    We’re locked in a perpetual meme war where we live and die each day reviled or glorified by whimsical pop culture, where truth is found in articulate bullshit of 10 words or less. This same culture promotes aesthetic over character, wealth over effort, and compliance over integrity.

    We spend days and nights exorcising and amputating the bits of ourselves our culture has decided are shameful and dark in an effort to fit a perpetually mutating ideal only to end up digging through yesterday’s offal for parts now deemed fitting.

    The idea is to keep you disorientated, so busy hopping from one foot to the next trying to stay on the right side of acceptable that we don’t even notice the ridiculousness of it all or the fact that by doing so we’ve aborted critical thought as dissension’s bastard.

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  8. Maggie,

    How my spirit has missed the daggers you call words and the truly exhilarating experience of them expertly cutting away at the excess that sags from my consciousness as a result of expectations and explanations thereof that have been passed down by the world in which my body has been cast. You speak with such beauty for such an ugly concept, conveying the darkness and the threat it brings but doing so from a place of illuminated perspective. Thank you for you, for what you do here. It is truly necessary.

    -Auroraboros

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