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And now we come to…the end of an era

Today, oddly enough was supposed to be the pay off FINALLY for a number of posts about relationships that I thought might be better than all my previous ruthless on relationships post. And indeed I’ll get to that later.



Today is a day I bring us to a place I knew could happen, but was happy every time it didn’t. Today we end the hour for the last time. What do I mean? Today is the beginning of a goodbye party. For this blog. Oh it will continue to exist, but a transition is afoot. And so with all transitions, some things remain the same, while other change or are left behind.

If you would have told me 3 years ago as I was studying for the bar that we would be here I would be shocked. But if you would have told me that we would get here after 450 thousand views I’d also be shocked so much attention happened. Words Don’t Do It Justice started as an idea, a bit of fun, and a lot of me. I have buried hatchets with enemies because of this blog, reconnected with old friends, and made new ones because of this blog, found meaning in the midst of my own personal depression because of this place. I have consumed it, and let it consume me. I love it. But loving this blog means knowing what to do. And taking a good long look I know the thing to do is let it go.

But I said this was transition not destruction.

And indeed it is. I’ll be taking Words Don’t Do It Justice away from our blogging past into a show based future. For me, the question was one of logistics. Was it better to end everything and walk away from these years of effort, or find a way to keep the place alive in the hearts of all of you who have supported us? I choose to believe that you will keep supporting us, and I chose to keep this place alive in a new way.

That means giving you what we planned. Give No Quarter, The Wrath of Ruthless, and Words Don’t Do It Justice are the three pillars of Ruthless Radio. 3 shows with different formats that bring you many of the topics you might see written about here, but in a new form and with some new and old faces/voices. Over the next few weeks as we ready to for the relaunch of Words Don’t Do It Justice as a podcast, you’ll get to read some farewells from various alums, and hear from the incoming folks for these shows. You’ll also see the Words Don’t Do It Justice site itself undergo various changes. With plenty of hard work, luck, and you listening in, I hope to earn your trust for these new shows, and continue to hold our interest.

SO! What about Weekend’s Don’t Do It Justice?

Well I’m happy to say our little casual interest site is growing well. And it is going to continue. We had a nice response to the sample chapter from Project 13, and now that game of thrones is done you’ll see a lot of other reviews, news, and related content there. Our gamers are doing their thing, and if Vantinel’s CEO appearance is any indication of commitment, we will only continue to grow over there.

As I end for now I just want to say thank you, and of course to keep watching what we do. But more than that, thank you for being a force for us. We continued to push because you were there with us. 100,000 visitors, 450,000 views, and 3 years of growth, While things must change, I am glad to have made it to this point. A point that let’s me look back and say that YOU made us more than I imagined. And though Words Don’t Do It Justice…Thank you.


“THE Ruthless Wonder” Matthew Elisha Williams

Founder of Words Don’t Do It Justice

And now… at the end of the hour


This week we debuted a brand new podcast with a livestream. We said goodbye to one of the founders. We tackled coons, and hoteps. As well as assault, and the HIV & AIDS treatment drug Truvada.



I skipped a couple lines to let that sink in.

When this started I literally just wanted to take my usual facebook ranting to a website. I figured it would be like the old days of my Xanga page. Now, now I deal with potential sponsors, have production meetings, worry about our average listening and reading time, and look for brand expansion.

I remind you, I was so bored in the last semester of law school I decided to make a blog to archive the things I would normally rant about on Facebook.


So you can understand that having gone from that place to now is rather…amazing if I’m honest. I had no idea. We’ve added and lost people over that time. But more than their contributions or mine, we’ve gotten to know a lot of you. As of this writing, 92,000 of you have come to get to know us over these 3 years of Words Don’t Do It Justice. And you must like it here, because you’ve dropped in 302,000 times.


That is astounding. That is epic. And to think that it has all come before we put up a single ad, before we shilled a single product, without a marketing team, and mostly from the effort of our authors, and their friends and family who have additionally believed in us and shared us with other people.  I can’t tell you enough thank you for all you’ve done and continue to do. It really has made the difference.

What that means is even what I’ve done in the past year isn’t enough. I have to do more. And I am. While we lost a podcast co-host today, I’m proud to say we gained 2 new ones for our show Give No Quarter. While we have Reason on break for a while, I’m happy to say we will be launching Weekends Don’t Do It Justice as its own site ( Look for a review of a hilariously bad movie coming over there soon from me.

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I’m also happy to say that I’m teaming with Mr. 9 to 5 gamer himself Bami O to open a new gaming site and channel called “Save State Society” ( here soon as well. And we’re open with some great games and reviews. But that is going to take a lot to talk about, and I’ve got work to do there.

You’re here reading because this is about Words Don’t Do it Justice. The granddaddy of them all. Okay, the origin of them all. Three years in, and even though health wise I’ve dealt with issues. Professional life wise, I’ve had great forward steps but also set backs. Heck life in general being strange. After all that I’m proud of where we are. Where you’ve brought us. And so for the third time we come to the end of the hour. Where I say thank you without any reservations. Where for the third time ever, I get to step out of my role as Head Blogger, Editor, Podcast host, Lucremo, THE Ruthless Wonder, and everything that comes with it, and instead just talk to you as Matt Williams. We have a few reflection pieces and some alumni coming back to give us a piece. And we are going to celebrate all the way to my personal birthday on March 14th. But right now I’m just going to end by saying thank you all for bringing me and us from where we were to where we are and pushing us forward to where we are going next. As always Words Don’t Do YOU Justice.

“THE Ruthless Wonder” Matthew Elisha Williams

Ruthlessly Yours: Black History Month

Historical perspective is nice, and usually ends up with a very docile version of even the most ruthless and vicious among us. I’d say that goes double for the radicals among us (see: Ernesto Guevara). But is this right? Of course not. So what then, for Ruthless, and the month of his heritage, Black History Month? If you think I’m letting people off light, you haven’t been paying attention. Or you’re a new reader(HI! Welcome to the slaughter!) First let’s prime the pump a bit with a video I think you’ll find somewhat enlightening to fully enlightening.

Sharp no? The effect is almost instantaneous.

Right now you’re coming out of that video thinking about 2 things. I’m actually only going to talk about one of them. Because like him or not this video isn’t really about TJ Sotomayor. The “conscious,” “woke,” “pro-black,” community which you will often here me deride as idiots focus way too much on messengers and not messages. But we’ll get to them and the word coon soon enough. I want to talk about the statistics brought up in the video and the speech from Malcolm X because yes you should be thinking about how overlooked that is. I was as you surprised to some degree about some of the numbers. They were alarming for all the right reasons. Black dollars, like black guns, and black lives matter. I dare say black power matters, but I wouldn’t want to get shea butter twitter thinking I’m with them.

What in the end is the thing you are doing to build up this community you say you are for? Certainly the notion that re-purposing the buying power of a community to rebuild itself is not foreign to anyone. It is done after major man-made devastation, or indeed acts of God. We hear about them all the time. So why then does the black community not do this? Well, there are a lot of reasons, but let’s just talk about the obvious one. They don’t want to. We’ve talked before about internal motivation being the genesis of whether you actually give a shit about something. I’ve said more than once that until you do something about the things you don’t like, you don’t really care about them. I’ve had no reason to change that opinion. See in the piece above you have all the facts and figures. I could have just linked to it, let it play and say something snarky like “But you care about black lives right?” and ended this piece. Same effect as what I’ve said so far.

So what then comes when I speak on this issue now? What is my point? And why is this about black history month?

Come further down the rabbit hole with me.

My parents were actually married before Negro history week became black history month. Crazy right? I wasn’t adopted until way later. But I bring that change up because that was the last time that this month had anything added to it. Throughout my education in the 80s and 90s Black History Month has been a showcase if you will of rebranding. Dr. King was a pacificist, Malcolm X was just angry, and Rosa Parks was just a tired lady on a bus are the same hits you got and I got. So what then for this month? What point is there to it if all I see is folly? Well that I lay at your feet. I had my understanding grow by having a great person at my church give me deeper knowledge. Let me see more by challenging me. Her name was Sandra Beasley(Rest In Peace), and to say that my towering intellect and then unchecked ego could easily be bruised by her dropping knowledge I didn’t have yet would be an understatement of her effect on me. Let me unpack that for you though. My parents, college educated, on me about taking school seriously, and never let me just be average. My Godparents, same deal. So by high school, I think I know it all. Because for the minimalist school black history month, and the re-brand social organization and church versions I do. And yet, throughout high school, even after I went off to college, Sandra Beasley could reduce me to a confused child because she always had one more. One more that I somehow missed. When I say you don’t want to have a history discussion on this month with me, I mean it. I’m well prepared.

So why haven’t I done something? Well, who says I haven’t?

I haven’t, sort of.

One of the big things we hear about is the creation of curriculum that addresses the systemic issues that have led us to this point. In more laymen’s terms, we need to teach in a way that respects the differences in people’s cultures, but is equitable to them. And odd as it might be, that eventually means ridding ourselves of Black History Month. Not like Stacey Dash has in mind. She would see the end of Black History Month, BET, the NAACP, Affirmative Action, the voting rights act, and a number of other things just to look like an idiot when White America tosses her in with all the other black people in new “shockingly racist” policies. No, I instead mean a more holistic view of American and World History. Not sanitized either. But how do we get there? First off, good ideas. Which is why it pains me to share this video, but I recognize the necessity.

For those that didn’t watch this is about Dr. Johnson’s school. And I say it pains me to share it because both sides are right here. This school was a great idea…in theory. A boarding academy with a non-eurocentric teaching focus that is accredited would be something major. So major that it could spark a completely new enlightenment rush in Black America. I love the idea. I would support it. But not…this one. You see the woman’s points are correct as well. Due in no small part to my upbringing I have a lot of education policy related papers in my academic wake. In my spare time I like looking up things on the subject. I am as much an education junkie as I am a political one. And though both often anger me, because sometimes even old friends are stupid and let you down, I keep paying attention. The problem with this school idea is the setup. There is no plan. Not a curriculum for the school, not a business plan for the academy, really nothing beyond give me the money, this is the name, here is the idea. Oddly enough this video is from Dr. Boyce Watkins’ channel, and he recently talked about the issues with having written down ideas, but having no action. The same can be said of this school. It is a great idea, and separate from what the personal scandals of Dr. Johnson’s person life are, it should be looked at as a positive step. But to ask for 4 million dollars and not have some basics in is terrifying. The same way hearing a kid spout hotep talking points but have no idea who Mansa Musa is, is terrifying. The lack of information sends a cold shiver down my intellectual spine.

So what about Black History Month? Well I say let’s start there. Before you can advance to the point that it is no longer a necessary part of educating youth and just becomes a cultural celebrationfest, you have to address the issues inherent in the current form. What do I mean? Well that starts latter with a series we are doing, both written AND podcasted, called “More truth, less filter.” That’s right, we’ll be talking about some of the people you haven’t heard from, heard of, as well as some things you didn’t get the insight about before. No profanity, no yelling, well suited to all ages. Because like I said, you don’t care if you aren’t doing something, and as reign might say “Do more. Require better.” There are so many details though. Word’s Don’t Do…

Sorry to interrupt myself doing the catchphrase but we have an announcement. “New Year, Same Ruthless” doesn’t mean we won’t be upgrading. In fact, if you know me, you know that is my style. So I’d like to introduce you to our new logo for Words Don’t Do It Justice!

Slick right? Yeah.

Slick right? Yeah.

So now you’ve seen the new logo, you may also have noticed the new dark theme to the blog, as well as the two other logos. More on that as we do this lead in to the 3 year anniversary, but let’s just say some new faces, structural changes, and improvements to all phases of the game are coming. I could say more but Word’s Don’t Do…

Got to interrupt again though. Because not only do we have the new logo, we have a new way for you to show support. Come check out our 314 Publishing storefront on Tee Public, and support the show by getting, t-shirts, hoodies, baseball shirts, tank tops, kids shirts, long sleeves, and even phone cases.

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The link is if you can’t click on the hyperlink. We have shirts for every logo from 314 Publishing, and from Words Don’t Do It Justice already up. Soon there will be shirts for The Wrath of Ruthless, as well as some of our other new projects. For the next 72 hours they are even on sale. Every item you purchase gives us a percentage of the sale which helps us come to you more often. You can see more about it in an upcoming post about the storefront and other ways to support Words Don’t Do It Justice and our parent 314 Publishing. I could say more here, but that would make that post pointless, and after all, Words Don’t Do it Justice!


– THE Ruthless Wonder

Thank you Dr. King

On this day we are reminded about the price of revolution. The effect of going against the powers that hold sway over the majority of the life above our heads. The very instruments of power.

And so today, we at Words Don’t Do It Justice, The Wrath of Ruthless, 9 to 5 gamer, Imperial Dreams Productions, and 314 Publishing, honor The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. not as the sanitized pacifist the traditional media would have you believe he was, but as the Revolutionary pushing back against the tide of injustice in every form that he actually was.

Thank you Dr. King. For every person who looked and wondered “why not?” And for every person who heard your words as the sounding horn to go to work. To take freedom for all from the oppressors in their lives.

Thank you Dr. King, from all of us.

What Are We?

Welcome to the Secret Thoughts of Reason…

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Why is it that men get so freaked out when a woman asks, “What are we?”

What exactly is it about the words “What are we?” that send you into a frenzy?

Does the word “we” equate to “marriage” or “life-long partner” or maybe you hear the word “forever”.

While I cannot speak for every woman, I will speak for the sound ones….

When a woman asks, “What are we?”….She only wants to know what is occurring between you AND her.

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Are “we” friends?

Are “we” dating?

Are “we” just hooking up?

Are “we” friends with benefits?


“What are we ≠ When are you going to propose because I want to get married NOW.”

Women simply want to know what KIND of relationship is taking place.

Why do we need to know?


Some women… do want to get married NOW, so if you are only looking to “hook” up, she needs to know VERY EARLY on because she now needs to make a decision about whether or not to continue this relationship when she knows you and her DO NOT HAVE THE SAME OBJECTS.

Some women… want to be friends with benefits. For whatever reason she does not want a long term relationship, she just wants your company & your equipment ;). So if you are looking for something more permanent, she doesn’t WASTE YOUR TIME NOR HERS.

Some women…. what to be just friends. They know they want something more in the future, it MAY OR MAY NOT be with you, but FOR NOW she just wants to be your friend. Now I am not talking about the “friend zone” [where we know this guy would never be anything more than just a friend], what I mean is a person who is of the opposite sex who MAY potentially turn into something more in the future.

Lastly, some women… want to just “hook up”. They do not want your friendship or your companionship, JUST YOUR equipment. I know that may be a hard pill for some to swallow, but some women CAN just HAVE SEX and not want anything more in return.

Why am I going on this rant?what are we2

Because I hate that women feel they cannot ask the dreaded question, “What are we?” because she doesn’t want the man to think she is a psycho stalker who wants his hand & his seeds [hand = marriage].

I hate that we choose to stay in limbo and not know what is going on rather than just ask the simple question.

It’s annoying…

So, my men, my beautiful, sexy men…DO NOT assume that when a girl asks “What are we?” that she wants you to “put a ring on it”.

I know there are “crazy, stalker, I’ve only known you for a week & I’m in love & wanna have your baby” women out there, and it is, sometimes hard to distinguish them from the sound ones (no offense to those type of women)…

BUT, what I am saying is, men, while there is that kind of woman out there & you don’t know which woman falls into which category, I simply want you to keep an open mind if & when you hear the words, “What are we?”

Practice these instructions at home so that when the time comes you are prepared & do not freak out!


  1. Take a deep breathwhat are we 4
  2. Pause
  3. Remember this post!
  4. Open your mouth & say (or if you are texting…text): “Well we are______)
    1. Insert your INTENSIONS in the blank
    2. Don’t panic here are some examples:
      1. We are just friends
      2. We are getting to know each other & maybe something more will come later
      3. I’m not looking for anything serious right now
  5. Then wait for her to respond
  6. Don’t forget to breathe while she is talking!
  7. Listen to what she is saying
  8. Now the hard part: determine if your INTENTIONS match her INTENTIONS

I believe if you follow these simple instructions EVERYONE’S life would be so much easier.

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Don’t worry men, I have a post to address the women as well, where I will instruct them to SAY WHAT THEY MEAN…

Thanks for listening….any comments, questions comment below!

Check out my last post Louise! And one of my “controversial” post Angry Black Queen!

Angry Black Queen

Welcome to the Secret Thoughts of Reason…


I was at subway the other day and I saw a black man waiting in line to place his order, and my first thought was: where are these subway workers? They need to hurry up and come serve my black man. No, I did not know this man, I had never seen him before, but he was still a black man…my black man. No later than a few seconds later something happened inside of me that I cannot explain. My thought changed from this is my black man and they need to hurry up and serve him…to…you know what, this isn’t my black man, it’s probably some white woman’s black man. I don’t care if they hurry up or not. Keep his ass waiting…

I know what you’re thinking…well that escalated quickly.

And it did.

I’m not sure why I felt like that, but afterwards when I really started to think about it, I realized why, but we’ll get to that later…

The reason that feeling was such a shock to me was because I was exactly the opposite of that woman. I have always been a woman who loved her black men. And I don’t even know if I can explain it to you, but there is something about a black man that no other race has. Maybe I’m biased but that’s always been my truth. No one taught it to me, I just always knew…that was my truth. A black man’s essence cannot be explained, it cannot be drawn in a picture, or written in words in a book. The only way I can describe it to you is to say, when I see my black men my soul is at peace. My entire being is at a place of rest because I know he is mine and I am his. Because I know the struggles he has had to endure and STILL has to endure on a daily basis. Because I see every tear that has fallen from his face, even when he has never shown them to anyone. Because I see the scars that are permanently engraved not only on his body, but in his heart and his mind. Because we are one.



I could go on…but I won’t. The point is I have always been a “ride or die”, I have your back and your front type of woman. The woman who saw every black man as her husband, her brother, her father, her son. I have always been that way…until now…

Now I don’t know what I am…

I don’t know who I am with regards to my black men…


Now when I look at my black man all I see is conformity and betrayal. He no longer wants to be the black man his mama raised him to be, but the black man who turns his back on the ones who were always here from the beginning and who will be here in the end…black women.

But will we still be there…in the end…



Because there will be an end. There will be a time when all you have is us. When all you can depend on is us. When all you can call on, is us. Why? Because no one can be loyal to you the way a black woman is loyal to you. Why? Because no one understands you like we understand you. No one. Because only we have been through the valleys you have been through. Only we have drowned in the same oceans that you have been drowned in. Because only we have been hung in trees beside you…


Let me step a little outside of my feelings so I can write this….give me a moment…


The black men that I have loved. That I have sacrificed for. The men whom I have pledged my alliance to, below only God. The men whose diapers I have changed. Whose hair I have combed. The black men who I have put my life on hold to build up and encourage. The ones whom I have been a stepping  stool so that you could be lifted up, and reach the things that you could not have reached otherwise.

You black men turn around, once you have reached the top and you look down on your footstool and spit on her. You tell her she must be lighter in order to be beautiful. You tell her she must have hair that sweeps her butt to be counted. You tell her, her eyes must be the color of the ocean in order to be worth gazing into. Or you tell her that her butt must be as big as a globe and her breast like watermelons…BUT her waist small. That she must wear extensions to look more like them so that you may see her…your stepping stool.

I know that many of you have never actually uttered those words…but you did much worse…you’ve lived these words.

Now I am not talking about those black men who only grew up around white or mixed people and so they ended up with them. I’m not talking about black men who just fell in love and did not see color. I encourage people to not see color and just see people…see love.  I will repeat myself again: I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT ALL BLACK MEN WHO DATE OUTSIDE OF THEIR RACE. I am ONLY talking to the ones who refuse to even look at a woman because she is too dark or her hair too coarse.

I’m talking about the black men who say things like: I only talk to white girls…and there’s no logical reasons behind it other than you wanna show the white man that you can now have his women and not be hung….whether you realize this unconscious declaration or not. I’m talking about the black men who say I only date light skin girls with curly hair as if beauty is defined by one shape or color.

What does your mother look like ignorant, ungrateful black man?

What does your sister look like?

Your aunt?

Your grandmother?

The women who have surrounded you and loved you and cared for you like no other woman can or would.

Do these women all have light skin? Do they have blue or green eyes? Do they have long straight or curly hair? Are they white?


Because I have noticed it’s the black men whose mothers ARE dark skinned and coarse haired who always scream from the roof tops…I want a woman who doesn’t look like you!

What are you running from? Your mother? Yourself?

You don’t want your children to look like your mother or your sister…because they aren’t beautiful……enough?

So from me thinking about these things a few days ago, I came to the conclusion that I am done with black men. I am done being there for you. I am done having your back. I am done fighting for you and searching for you. I am done being your stepping stool. I hope the white or mixed woman you love and adore so much will be willing to be your footstool so you can reach the top…I really doubt it though.

And for those of you who may say, well we never asked you to do any of that. No, you didn’t. But it was our job. As black women. To hold you up, to build you up. A job that we loved and cherished. A job we were pleased to do. Because you were ours and we were yours.

Anyway, that’s where I was…a few days ago.

Then I saw some things and heard some things that made me feel like maybe there was still hope for my black men. So while I am still very irate. Still betrayed. Still hurt. Still literally crying. I am choosing to believe in you. In us.

Reason - Egyptian Queen



But I won’t believe forever…

(Part 2) Note From Your Favorite Super Villain: Harsh Truth is more than a hastag

Part 2

Obviously yesterday was focused on a couple of subjects that I felt pressing enough to be first up. And while I could spend today talking about Joss Wheadon, Jeremy Renner, and the amount of idiots on twitter I’m not. Besides you probably know how I feel about them and Eddie Huang already. But Twitter and internet actions are definitely not escaping today’s part of our multi-part note.

The only recognition you deserve is the recognition you get

Before the internet, and indeed before CNN’s 24 hour news channel, it was commonplace for a lot of interesting and cool stories to get glossed over. There were only so many new stations that could do puff pieces after all. But in 2015 the idea of you deserving recognition is absurd. Why? Because you can either make people pay attention to your achievement or get someone to do it. Let’s hone in on our buddy Twitter really briefly. And in the interest of being somewhat transparent(Amazingly so for a Super Villain), we’ll use my personal twitter as the focus. When I was studying for the bar I had a twitter, and basically didn’t use it. Having set the account up some time before I basically only used it to keep track of funny quotes from certain comedians, and reposting blog posts when WDDIJ opened. I didn’t care. I didn’t have a reason to. And I would go for months not posting anything or even checking it.

So what changed? Well I made a tweet via my facebook link to twitter about @Wrekonize‘s then yet to be released album The War Within. I had been up for some crazy hours studying for the bar exam, and his single Anxiety Attacks had been on repeat. It was just that day’s perfect groove to get the law in my head. But I’ve tweeted about stuff like that before. When Wrek responded I realized how instant the recognition can be. When I brought it up at a show while we got a pic and he remembered, well I figured out something that will b brought up later.

The other big instant AH-HA has been with The Young Turks’ Jayar Jackson(@JayarJackson) in a far more serious moment. Let’s not mince words here. I’m at 1800 followers I’m talking about people who start at 10k. I’m the most vicious pirana, but I’m still jUST a pirana. For all my teeth, one of me is just an annoyance not a threat. But did I pester Jayar, and everyone else at TYT about how lax their Ferguson coverage was? Of course. And the second AH-HA was because Jayar responded. Hell Ana Kasparian who has absolutely no reason to responded(No Cenk though, I’m just a baby pirana). And while I’m not going to say the reason Jayar stepped in to talk the next day on the show was me related, I take some pride knowing he at least maybe thought about it. And the coverage was overall better. Now months later, in prime position to, did he bring it up on Twitter and remind me who has the bigger account? yep. Was it like that moment Jay-Z “I’m all about dollars who the fuck is 50 Cent?” I wish I was that big. But close enough for a metaphor.

The reality of this social media, internet media, modern society of ours is you will only be praised by people if they know to do it. And you will only be recognized by them if you do something. For good or ill we don’t have the quiet pride of melancholy anymore. At various points before you folks have truly shown me that you like us and want more I’ve had our writers and myself submit pieces to bigger places. Why? Because if they or I do it would have made this place bigger regardless of whether or not the person could stay on here. This of course translates to everything in life. Despite people knowing full well how I’m likely to react or respond I’m still subjected to the whims of certain kinds of stupidity. “You should cover __________” is often brought up. Some expected me to talk about Mayweather and take a stand because of his domestic violence issues. Why? Because I’m the blogger they know. Which leads us to harsh truth 3.

You can either engage with people or not. But positive or negative the consequences are your fault.

There is something to be said for the nature of recognition, but you can’t complain about being under the public or your target’s eyes once you put yourself out there. It is why it is important to do things intentionally or not at all. Because the act of “I never wanted this attention” is hollow in modern society. Everyone is everyone not just big brother. So don’t be surprised when people come after you. It is why I often give out a nice warning about deletes from my personal facebook. Anyone can get deleted, at any time for any reason. That’s the price for getting me to pay attention. Negative or positive you engage and you are responsible. Celebrity, average person, or Super Villain blogger Deal with it. And while we’re on responsibility…

Being and idiot is not the default setting

You might say this particular part is all internet focused. But really it is about modern conventions versus the by-gone issues of yesteryear. I say that because the things that we look at now are all about the instant effect on us and society at large. That being the case it is extraordinarily silly that so much is missed by so many. Because even as late as the 80s you had some kind of excuse. Most folks know that the internet made information, both credible and not, more available. What you might not know is that as late as the 80s it could take months for a book not at your local library to be gotten to you from another on loan. Even now, library based learning is difficult. Not so with the web. What does that mean?

It means that there are universities with the entire catalog of their classes online to be taken. It means places like MIT can give away all the information used in every class on the web. It means you don’t have a reason to not know about many things. Let’s talk about a few of them. While most use the web for social purposes, you can easily learn the truth about all the crazy supposed science claims you see. And not by visiting Snopes. A quick google search by highlighting the claim, or the supposed source is there. A good test for more scientific studies is whether or not the person has made it available online. Most studies are in a journal easily accessible. In fact, if you can’t find the journal or study online, it is either brand new, not finished, or hilariously not credible. Why science journals are more credible than Jenny McCarthy’s insane ramblings is the process of peer review. That’s why you hear smart people blast psuedo-science all the time. It can devalue their work, and also without review you wouldn’t be able to trust other information.

I went with science first because for some reason we have been in the midst of a decline for trust in science for the last 15 years instead of increase. And I have a theory, internet bias. You hear enough times about crazy men inhabiting the abandoned gas station on the corner and you are going to at least assume that might have at one point been the case. Well you hear about enough scientists getting paid to come up with crazy results and you’re going to think more are than you are getting told about. Neil Degrasse Tyson recent had a bunch of people get mad all over again about his comment that whether or not you believe in science it is still true. The reason this can be true for science is that the point of science is to constantly attempt to understand the world around us by analyzing it.

But let’s talk about the less fluid. I am subjected to a lot of people who don’t get basic things about society. It is one thing when you have errant grammar. Obviously, I have the problem from time to time as well. But it is another thing entirely when “Who cares about x? You should care about y!” is responded to with “I have no idea what you are talking about.” Recently someone actively tried to avoid losing their position in a discussion by not knowing what “dearth” means. The person was so unwilling to look a word up that they assumed it meant the exact and entire opposite. Apparently reading comprehension is gone from all schools, and basic google searches are beyond people. And yes, while I do believe that having a wonderful book collection is a sign of class, and refuse to date women who don’t have a healthy reading habit as an adult, I don’t say you need to as steep in book tradition. the internet has literally every book to survive into the modern era available in digital format for a fraction of the original cost. There should be no excuse for at least catching the basic reference to things.

It is often like the person who reponds to you talking about a popular tv show or movie by smuggly saying that have better things to do instead of keep up. The last week I don’t care what you are into you knew Avengers Age Of Ultron was a thing that was likely to happen soon. Much of the information in the world is the same way. You may not know about Floyd Mayweather’s track record with women, but you can look it up. You may not know Joss Wheadon proudly calls himself a feminist, but it is easy to look it up. And the same goes for things like police brutality, the effect of abstinence-only education, and of course if there are statistics to back up the claims of the people you repost statuses and tweets from. Not knowing because you haven’t gotten to it yet isn’t bad, but claiming ignorance in discussions is. Which of course gets us to Harsh truth 4.

If you haven’t taken the effort to gain wisdom from all the places we have available, you’re an idiot. And if you get called it on the internet unless you have facts they’re right and you’re wrong.

Long and short, defending yourself from an onslaught in a facebook group or a twitter conversation is daunting, but you have to go get the data. If all you have is emotion and position to argue your point the other person has already won. Think I’m secretly atheist like a couple of weird emailers? Please have more than my clear ability to attack all groups I think are wrong about something at a given time. Think I’m parroting someone else’s work? Go get the piece you think I’m aping, and prove it. I’ve hit the home base communities of friends and fellow WDDIJ writers. You think Ronin likes when I hit his MGTOW buddies for their stupidity? How about Reign and the feminists and or liberals? Revanchist and soldiers or geo-political conflicts? I’m not just a villain I’m a Super Villain. I’m not just anti one group or another. I hate idiots, OPENLY! I go after anyone who is off. No one is safe because of their affiliation. I just don’t spend lots of time on some topics because why should I? Regardless today’s part has been focused on slower topics. And we’re done. Tomorrow is part 3. Because really you know the phrase already. Words Don’t Do It Justice!

-THE Ruthless Wonder