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as if there wasn't enough going on in there already, the grey-matter conflict had put a temporary stop to piecing together cohesive sentences. there are no illusions harboured about a shiny, happy life... you write what you know, after all. but, i'm rejecting this powerless feeling, especially in respect to what goes on in our names. i know it's safe and popular to be apolitical, or wrap yourself in the flag and join the safety of the crowd... but, we're not going to live forever, and we leave a legacy, regardless. whether its blissful impotence or willful petulance... like the man said, we all gotta serve somebody. and i do not like being a sheep. Akebono and Clive love to listen to right-wing talk show propaganda on the 'net at work. i suppose they're laughing, but nothing more than that. in just a few minutes, my blood starts to boil. i'm funny that way. unfortunately, wringing the neck of a close-minded foghorn is no solution... you can't fight ignorance when it's reinforced by red-white&blue. it's come to this: if you embrace the notion that most of the world is populated by people not so different than yourself, they just do it differently; if you postulate that religion divides more than it unites, and dominance of closed-minded theology is as bad as outright demonology; or believe that rich white men will do anything to ensure than rich white men hold all the cards, and will continue to do so; or feel that there's more to being American than joining the black-leather-HarleyDavidsonNASCAR crowd, consuming only drab whitebread food and ideas; or that everybody that doesn't speak or live or love the same way that quote-unquote realAmericans do, they should go back where they come from: you are well and truly fucked. unless you do something about it... even on a pared-down scale. the pretense of taking the moral "high ground" when you're just as vile, worshipping money and those that have it, and picking fights for the sake of fighting... i don't know if i can live with this, anymore. i used to avoid conflict... it came from growing up with a violently alcoholic single parent, and a violently combative younger brother: you learn to be peacemaker. now that that's past, and in the past, maybe it's time to use the ability in a different form. starting with going back on the radio, on Friday. two hours of protest music... from Guthrie to Strummer to Sly to GrandmasterFlash to Public Enemy. a musical soapbox, that just might make somebody else build the same fire. and, yes... it does burn. this just might be the straw that broke the marital back... since the one i married has begun the slow descent into blissful retirement, with decades to spare. but, there is no bliss when you stand for nothing. and, if you put your trust in jingoistic bullshit, camouflaged in a white shirt, tie, and suit... you're only going to get bullshit back. some welcome the thought. i find no comfort it that. think. reason. consider. act. compromise. check out MoveOn.org. read more than one news source. find out who represents you, regardless of the party, and make them accountable... they are only humans, no matter how high the exalt themselves. register to vote and DO IT. ask at least one person if they are going to, and see if they will ask just one other person the same. a constant thread that runs through the brain... "if you're going to do something, do it right." like SonnyChiba said in KillBill, "you must have Big Rat to want HatoriHanzo steel." "HUGE!" i reply. this is what reading the news, first thing in the morning will do to you. |
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