I'm in a dark place. I fear for the future, but I also am inspired by what is happening in major cities around the country.
So, here we are. I want to leave this hellish country that actually considers Michelle Bachmann a viable presidential candidate, but I can't. Why? Well... There is the job I hate, the, albeit substandard, mass transit system, that allows me to avoid contributing more than I'd like to climate change (and lets me avoid driving while I'm still half asleep before my morning coffee, saving countless lives I would guess). But mostly, I don't want to leave because after that crazy night in Ontario, I am no longer allowed north of the border.
The impetus for this diary is that I just talked to my best friend from high school. He was excited because after more than a year, he had finally gotten a job. As a process server. And it isn't divorces he's serving papers on. It is foreclosures. He doesn't even care that he is kicking people out of their homes. His attitude is that if he didn't do it, someone else would.
I believe the republican mantra is "fuck you I got mine"
He went so far as to call them deadbeats. Who the fuck are these people that don't care about putting families and their kids on the streets. I was the best man at his wedding, and now, I feel like I don't even know him. This whole crisis has turned all of the people at the lower rung of the ladder against each other. We should be focusing our anger at the fatcat motherfuckers who got us into this mess.
If you are near a major city then check out #Occupywallstreet and the other protests around the country. Chicago had a hundred people yesterday. It won't change much, but it might change something. At least people might realize that we are not the ones we are fighting with. We are fighting with not only oligarchs but Plantagenets. The world is not theirs. It is ours.
Sleep well. You sleep under freedom they do not provide. We can provide that freedom if we stand united.