Three things pissed me off today. That’s my limit. The meeting that didn’t happen. The wrong song on the album. My brand-new dugout breaking right out of the box.
But I didn’t lose it. Didn’t bark at anyone. Didn’t snap. That’s growth.
Two things scare me right now. One is tied to something I’ve always believed: the meek will inherit the earth. People get the word wrong. The meek aren’t weak. The meek are the ones who can fight but choose not to. That’s me. I can fight. I choose not to.
The other thing is history. When the world splits into sides, the moderates are always the first ones murdered. That’s the part that eats at me.
We’re seeing it play out. Politicians shot dead in public. Crowds cheering like it’s a concert encore. Doesn’t matter what side you’re on. If you’re celebrating a man’s death because you didn’t like his words, you’re sick. The guy was doing a job, performing a character, selling tickets. And they shot him. And people clapped.
That’s the world we’re handing to our kids. A world where killing someone for their speech is a standing ovation.
That’s why I’m talking about the purple pill. Not red. Not blue. Purple. Not “fuck Trump.” Not “fuck Biden.” It’s fuck the whole setup. It’s fuck the game where you only get two shitty options.
Picking sides feels safe, but it’s not. It’s like the gang fights when I was a kid. Nobody wins. But when we threw the colors down and partied together, the whole neighborhood came alive.
Every community looks the same now. Same shoes, same hoodies, same opinions. It’s all copy and paste. If we don’t figure out how to stay weird, this planet is going to be boring as hell.
I’m building purple. A circus of weirdos. A world where you can hold multiple truths at once. A place where you don’t have to pick a team. I know that makes me a target. I know moderates get picked off first. But I’d rather risk that than live in a world where sameness and violence are the only things left.
So that’s the commitment. Three years to build the one-hour show. Piece by piece. Brick by brick. Staying weird. Staying purple. Fighting before I’m ready, just like I did in the ring.
What do you think? Is there still space for the weird and the moderate, or are we too far gone?
