It has taken me months to do this. It's easy each day watching whats going on around us to come up with things to write about or research more into, or perhaps take a different route and stand on the corner on a milk crate yelling like a deranged lunatic. But to start, that's hard.
What will people think or have to say about what i write, or more importantly will anyone even read it? Or more generally does it matter? Will people call me stupid, or point out where I'm wrong? Will corrections on my spelling errors flood in as borderline dyslexia wreaks havoc?
I'm not sure.
I am frustrated and discouraged that those who wield power so often are not held responsible for their actions. Which in turn only encourages their behavior to continue. A crazy illogical game is played out each day in in the magical land of Washington, devoid of any rules. The value of principal quickly becomes the first casulty. Where the opportunity for political gain is held over the value of a constituent's life.
As cliche as it may seem, i really do believe in the power that individuals hold to make a difference when they come together. The way that a simple rain drop can grow into a storm. With the daily injustices racking up I wonder where the protests of my parent's generations are? Why does there seem to be a collective acceptance of what is so fundamentally unacceptable?
Perhaps this blog and this community is the new mechanism for revolt? And for that reason it is not simply a bunch of crazy out of touch progressives talking to themselves, but actually something much larger and more powerful. This is how it begins.
So i offer this blog and this simple diary as my contribution, my small drop.
Are you ready for the flood?
Because the revolution will not be televised,
The revolution is HERE.