When I was a little girl during or right after the Nixon Impeachement Hearings, I would have these horrible dreams that he was to be executed and I, in the dream, would be the sole person trying to stop it. They were exhausting, terrifying dreams, but I knew in my little girl hear that it was wrong. I had other dreams similar to that as I grew, usually about me trying my damndest to defend someone or something that was being destroyed.
The MSOC situation has brought those dreams to mind after many years.
I'll admit that I have not always stood up when I've needed to. I haven't raged against the injustices, the pain, the killing though I've felt the urge to.
And that is why no matter what, I really love MSOC for her willingness to lay it on the line, to scream, to be angry, to rant.
She's reminded me that I need to do more of it. Regardless of your (or my) opinion of her PR, her wine glass of coke, of her pictures, she is brave, she rants, she stands and she reminds me of what I used to dream about.
For that I'm pretty darn grateful.