I cannot blog what I don’t know. I need news. God help me I need media.
In Portland Oregon I was part of a continuous consciousness. A cosmic constant of information. All around me data was ripening on vines and waiting to be plucked.
Here no one asks me if I heard how the vote came down on such and such bill or wants to discuss the comments made by General so and so. I don’t know much about the radical right’s insane assault on SCHIP families. For the first time in my politically aware life I have to seek the information that upsets me. This begs the question: will I?
What is known cannot be unknown. The central theme behind some of my favorite Stephen King stories and a fact I had long taken for granted. Now here in the hinterlands I am forced to question that logic. I can make a conscious decision to stop looking this awful beast in the eye. Back away slowly and non-threateningly until the beast is nothing more then another aspect of the horizon. In time I could forget it was ever there. I could move on with my life, work here in the country, and hope the Democrats can capitalize on what surely will be a political victory and force some real motion on issues like Iraq, Iran, Oil Independence, Corporate Citizenship, and basic needs for all Americans.
Just tap your heels three times.
Then I remember that doing that is a form of acceptance. I do not abide. I survive and I overcome; I do not take it lying down or bent over or on my knees or however else they would like me to quietly take it. When the voice of a people goes unheard it has become time for them to act. I do not know if someone else has their historical quotation marks around that one already but if not its mine. I have the gift of rage what keeps the mind clear of thoughts of deserting the cause for a peaceful life. After all if it wasn’t this I would just be mad at something else and at least this is productive outrage and not mindless rage. Many have no such gift. Many are content to sit on their hands and say "I can’t do more because of my family" but that is bovine feces and we all know it. If your family or friends are anything they are part of the reason you keep pressing and you go to the next method when you don’t get results with milder efforts.
The reason people aren’t out of their homes, out of their jobs, and out of their minds like I am is because they are too comfortable and don’t want to look deeper into the eyes of that beast. They don’t watch, they don’t read, they don’t listen, and they only go online to look up porn. They do anything to keep their eyes off that beast. Most of them don’t know its there. They can’t even see it when someone waves it in there face. Some of them have seen it and have looked away and continue to look away because it’s easier and more comfortable. Like those that govern against the will of the people and in violation of their oath to defend our Constitution not destroy it, these people are willful traitors choosing to ignore the death of the liberty of all Americans. They will never be tried or convicted of treason nor sentenced to die for that crime. They don’t need to be. The part of them that could call itself an American died already and they have to live with that. That is a sentence I would not wish on anyone.