If you are here reading this, the chances are that you are alone on Saint Valentine’s Day. Again. Just like me. Again.
Despite what the Un-Accredited media and fascist business advertising would suggest, there is no shame in spending this day without a transexual, minor, lesbian, gay, bisexual, queer, non-human species romantic companion. It is indeed quite acceptable to feel melancholic. After all, Everybody Hurts…sometimes, as the Progressive lead singer of R.E.M., Michale Stipe used to sing. Over and over again.
We need to reclaim 14 February for our own and dispatch this blatantly heterosexual celebration to eternity. Let us not forget that Saint Valentine was a white male whose Christian privilege historians need to check on his behalf. ‘Val’ would have thoroughly disapproved of the great social advances (think same-sex marriage, gender re-assignment) we have made in the west in the 21st century, and would probably have to be martyred again. Since this is Current Year, it is quite absurd that we even think about this Christian Saint at all.
Am I alone in thinking there are far better ‘loving role-models’ who should adorn February 14th in Val’s place? The Prophet Mohammed, for example.
When he was not liberating large chunks of the desert, Mo busied himself with making women (and 9-year old girls) happy. Women (and 9-year old girls) threw themselves at him, recognising a good time when they saw it in the flesh. Unlike Val, Mo did not need martyring to prove his love for others; he was quite prepared to make martyrs of others and let them take the glory.
If not Prophet Mohammed Day, 14th February might instead be known as Uncle Joe Stalin Day. Although the Alt-Right media delights in exaggerating Stalin’s alleged excesses in creating a modern state out of Russia, the truth is that he had a soft side and was greatly loved. Few know it, but Stalin was a great romantic poet. The following lines of one of his works never cease to bring tears to my eyes:
The pinkish bud has opened,
Rushing to the pale-blue violet
And, stirred by a light breeze,
The lily of the valley has bent over the grass.
Above all, remember on February 14th that Love Trumps Hate.