Too Tired to Argue

“Too Tired to Argue” by Aya Katz.

Guest Post by Aya Katz

Sometimes I get morally exhausted, tired to the bone, unwilling to waste a single breath on pointless argument. The time for words is over. The opportunity for deeds has long since passed. And all I have left as an outlet for my frustration at that point is doodling. This drawing from the 21st of April is the result of that kind of deep moral exhaustion. I titled it “Too tired to argue.”

I was thinking about Verity, from Vacuum County when I drew it, who met a lot of very kind people, none of whom believed she had been railroaded, but all of whom showed her nothing but the very kindest, warmest welcome into a world where she did not belong and where she did not want to be.

But in thinking that, I was trying to deflect what was really bothering me. I was mourning for the Branch Davidians who had been slaughtered right in the open on national television on April 19, 1993, and nobody raised a hand to help them. But I wasn’t so much mourning for them. They were dead. They were safe now. They had no more problems. And I was really just mourning for me. That’s the way all mourning really works.

Just as it happened on that day, twenty-four years ago, I was really mourning for America and for my friends who were all around me, trying to be nice, practicing their random acts of kindness, like moral zombies on automatic pilot. They had no souls! I felt. Or rather they had no moral compass, apart from their high EQ that allowed them to get along well with others, show empathy at all the right moments, while not caring about anything except for their relationships with other people they knew and their place in the social scheme of things. They were what Ayn Rand would call social metaphysicians. They were so unselfish that they had no self to speak of. They had no independent judgment of right and wrong.

I write about the Mt. Carmel Massacre almost every year. Usually, I get very few responses, and this year was no different. I took it all in my stride, thinking it was just because I still have not mastered search engine optimization, and not because all my friends were looking the other way in embarrassment. But then two days later, something happened to let me know that actually, our current leaders do not consider what was done to the Branch Davidians as such a bad thing. Killing babies with tear gas is not anything like killing babies with some other chemical weapon, and we don’t want to sound like conspiracy theorists, now do we?

The Mt. Carmel Massacre is not a conspiracy theory because everything the government did was out in the open and was shown on national television in real time. The government hasn’t denied breaking and entering without presenting a warrant, keeping the Branch Davidians under siege, cutting off their utilities, denying them access to an attorney or pumping tear gas into their only haven until they went up in a ball of flame. All these are facts shared with the public by the government.

So why call that a conspiracy theory? Because it smears whoever speaks of this as a nutcase. Before they were killed, the victims were demonized. And in the back of their minds, all these people who want to be well thought of believe allegations of child abuse and sexual predation justify bypassing the constitution. It’s just like that meme in which we see the founding fathers discussing the bill of rights, where they say: “But if someone shows us pictures of suffering babies, then all that goes out the window, right?” We have to kill the babies to save the babies. Of course. Nothing has changed since 1993. The libertarians who did not help then are the same libertarians who will not help now, even if they are much younger and more charismatic.

A picture is worth a thousand words. Don’t read my words. Just look at the picture, okay? Maybe it will stir all that “empathy” socially motivated people are so good at experiencing when they see sad faces.


Reviewing When Sword Met Sword

Today I finished reading the children’s book When Sword Met Bow, which is a children’s book written by Aya Katz. There are many kinds of families out there, but the Katz family happens to have two children, and the youngest child is a chimpanzee son named Bow.

When Sword Met Bow is a children’s novel about an older sibling getting to know her new baby brother Bow.

At first, Sword is annoyed with Bow and wonders why he has to wear a stinky diaper, but along the way she becomes fond of her new baby brother. This illustrated book would be an ideal way to explain a new member of the family to any older child who may be struggling.


When Sword When Bow is available over on Amazon for anyone who would like to buy this for children.