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Lighting a Candle

Here I sit, somewhere in suburbia.
A caucasian, straight, male. At one time I would have considered myself Christian. These days I'm not so sure.

But if you were to just look at those objective characteristics, I could easily be seen by some as "the enemy."  A part of "the establishment" that, to some, represents everything about America that is currently shitting the bed.

That I could easily be considered among the privileged is not even up for debate. I could be, and in many ways am.

If I were to get pulled over by the police my first thought would never be whether or not I was going to make it home alive. More likely the thought would be centered around if my insurance premiums would go up or not.

There is a strong chance I could weather the next four years and come through with very little impact to the life I am currently living.  I don't have to march. I don't have to speak out against the bullshit. Because, as shitty as it sounds, I'll probably be just fine.  Not great. But not terrible.

And that's the problem.

There's a lot of people out there that see the problem. The problem with having a narcissist with fascist overtones in the most powerful position in the country, and one of the most powerful positions in the world.  But a lot of them are like me.  They're probably going to be just fine.

That's the bit that makes me sick, to be honest.

That, even for a second, the thought crossed my mind that, "yeah. This is all fucked. But I'm gonna be OK."

That's the kind of thinking that allows terrible people to do unspeakable things.

Please make no mistake. Our government has lost all objectivity.  The things they are doing are not normal things. They are not covertly stripping away our civil liberties under the guise of Patriotic anti-terrorism legislation. They are overtly, blatantly stripping away the Constitutional fabric upon which our system of governance was born.

And they do not give a fuck.

They do not give a fuck about you.  They do not even give a fuck about me. They don't give a fuck about diplomacy.

They don't give a fuck about the Constitution that gave them the power in the first place. The Constitution of the United States that starts with

We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

WE the people.  Not YOU the people. Not ME the people. Not US and THEM the people.  WE. Because this is the UNITED States of America. Only now it feels that WE the people are more divided now than we have been in decades.

In order to form a MORE PERFECT Union. Is it perfect now? Nope. But we recognize that it could be better than it is.

I mean, seriously...read it.

Look at what was important.  In the pre-amble, look at what is capitalized.


  • We
  • People
  • United States
  • Order
  • Union
  • Justice
  • Tranquility
  • Welfare
  • Blessings
  • Liberty
  • Posterity
  • Constitution
  • United States 
  • America
Do we have that now? Union...Justice...Tranquility...Welfare...Blessings...Liberty?

I'm not seeing it. And I'm pretty sure it's because as a people, the concept of 'we' has dropped to the wayside. 

People sit behind their keyboards and pretend that what they have to say actually matters because they have a readily available platform from which to spew their vile venom and hate.

Please believe me when I say I understand the irony. I'm pretending the same thing right now. The only difference is, I am doing this from a place of love. It may or may not even matter in the grand scheme.

I have determined that although I could easily fly under the radar and be OK for the next 4 years, I won't.  I don't know what form my actions will take. Maybe they will be these kinds of posts to remind us all that this is not normal. What we are seeing in our country is a sickness.  Maybe I will march. Protest. I don't know yet. 

I do know that I cannot sit idly by. Because whether it affects me or not, I know for a fact it affects my family. It affects my friends. It affects the people closest to me. People I love with all my heart. And I owe it to them to lend my voice.

Every resistance is made up of two groups. Those that have every reason to resist because they are directly impacted. And those who have no reason at all to resist because the change does not affect them. Except for the fact that that know that if they do not speak, they are no better than those in power. 
We the people.

We are ALL the minorities.

We are ALL connected. 

I fear there are dark days ahead of us my friends. Not to sound too melodramatic, but it's just a feeling in my gut. I feel that we will see the resurgence of 'zines and more physical media...the online world will lose it's sheen and people will want to hold the truth in their hands.

It's time to change the way we approach this current dark shadow falling over us, all of us.

There is a problem with constantly cursing the darkness. The problem is that while you stand on the outside looking in and spewing your vile obscenities at darkness, those whole are lost in the darkness only hear your angry cursing. 

I, for my part, will light a candle wherever I am able.  And I will shine that candle in the dark places. My words will be from a heart of love. And the light will shine.

A candle loses nothing of itself by lighting another candle.

Whether it's a kind word to a stranger.  A safety pin.  A local march.  Truth dissemination through the channels I have available. Whatever shape this takes, I can no longer sit by.

It's the least I can do for the We.

-TS

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