An open letter to the Al Gore. Please lend your voice.
Dear Vice President Gore:
Despair grips the nation Mr. Vice President. Demagogues hold court over believers, leading them against their faith. Charlatans launch vitriol dripping with half-truths and fear, shattering the foundations of science and reason. Corporate prophets parrot the gospel of markets over men, demonizing calloused hands as they reach for a brother in need. The laughter of hyenas echo on bare factory floors broken only by smacking jowls as they scavenge the bones, snapping amongst themselves for the scraps. Most are too busy working multiple jobs to feed their poorly schooled children, too exhausted to see the coup d'etat hidden in plain sight. Mr. Vice President, we stand on the precipice of Tyranny itself. Mr. Vice President--Mr. Gore, Sir--it's time for you to take back what was stolen from you, and deny the boy who would be king. Mr. Gore, it's time for you to run.
An army stands raised to defend the republic Mr. Vice President, networks of working people, scientists, and scholars connect and spread across the states. They have beaten the remnants of their middle-class lives into steel, forging swords in desperate hearths. They seek the promise of the Republic, marching in steel-toed boots, the weight of a dire future on their backs. Mr. Vice President, they need to be led. And, only from the front. There is a hole in the vanguard reserved for a General, you need only step into it. Mr. Gore, it's time for you to run.
No one doubted your intellect or capability in 2000 Mr. Vice President. Your foresight in technology, diplomacy, and environment were apparent to all. But, something was missing. Something that rose from every word you spoke as we looked back on the life of Dr. King. Most would call it passion, but that's not what it felt like, at least not to me.
It felt like thunder.
Run Mr. Gore, Run.