Someone wanted to know what the hell I meant in yesterday's post. Me too.

I think I meant that I had read the news and was so pissed off that I needed to take a break until such a time as I didn't care about things again.

Or maybe I was wishing that I didn't care about things.

That might be closer to it, in fact.

It's hard to care about stuff. It's especially hard to care about stuff in a way that is opposite to the feelings of the dominant culture.

Take Hawaii. I care that the U.S. government overthrew the soveriegn nation of Hawaii in 1893. I care that native Hawaiians have been screwed out of their lands. I care that native Hawaiians are the poorest, most undereducated and most under-represented group in Hawaii (I don't count whitey acting with misguided paternalism toward kanakas as them being "represented"). I care that development is on a pace to overwhelm the aquifers in Hawaii and has nearly turned the islands into nice places to visit but shitty places to live (you should see pau hana time on the highways in Hawaii if you want to know gridlock or peruse a few real estate listings if you want to know how far out of reach housing is becomeing). I could go on about the rape and belittling of the Hawaiian culture. I could go on about the environmental degradation in Hawaii or how the military is screwing the islands and so on and so on but the point is this: the dominant culture doesn't give a fuck about all of that.

The dominant culture simply wants to lie on the beach and order another mai tai and not think about the server having to work three jobs and still live hand to mouth.

It's hard to care. Sometimes I wish I didn't. Yesterday was one of those times.

Today is, too.