Each time I learn a little more about how our history is fabricated I can’t quite decide how to react. Upset at having been deceived? Amused at the strangeness of it? Horrified at the cruelty we have been subjected to? Grateful for having a chance to see beyond the lies?
I have been grappling with the same vibe. If journalists of yesteryear were HISTORIANS, how the fuck we gonna trust one iota of historical documentation? To the victor go the spoils, and the narrative weavers begin…
