How odd. If we go to watch an action film, which promises gangsters and shootouts, and then in the film some gangster manages to unrealistically dodge bullets, or survive three bullets to the chest, or famously splits a bullet in two by throwing a disc at it, we are unconvinced because its not realistic enough. But at the traffic signal, with these con-artists, we are outraged because its too-realistic, because they completely convinced us.
Its definitely not the first time this has happened. I found myself in exactly the same spot a few weeks ago when social media plunged into an ugly turf war over Raya Sarkar’s list. The very impulse to respond or engage was preceded by this intense introspection- of my own position in the debate/discourse. Its like the question “What do I think about this?” is blocked by a much more pressing question:
“Where am I thinking from?”
“Every time!” I thought to myself, gnashing with irritation as I hiked through the dark and dug-up mountain trail that was the sidewalk. “Thieves, greedy f**kers! Why cant they just go by the meter!?”