This goes out to all the intrepid souls I spent time with last night on 2nd and Burnside. We sat through the day, through the night, we sat through the rain and the cold, we even sat down for the state sponsored censorship as they hauled us away two-by-two. We did it! And we can do it again, jail is nothing compared to the harsh reality of war in your own backyard!
Thus we must continue to bring the war home, we must bring the economic and social costs back to our own shores just as we must bring our sons, daughters, brothers and sisters back. We must stay strong and stay motivated; we must not burn too briefly, for our struggle must continue. Our struggle is the struggle for the ongoing discourse, the struggle for the speaking of truth, of reality, the struggle for the speaking of morality to into the blind face of madness that is an empire bent upon seeking it's own destruction.
Our struggle is for all that's great in this country, our struggle is for salvaging and rebuilding the flickering potential for greatness which was once a guiding beacon for freedom throughout the world. Our struggle is ongoing. Our struggle exists in every human being, if even to his or her own violent displeasure We must force our fellow human beings, kicking and screaming, into the righteousness that is compassion and understanding of the Other. We must force them to face the truth of our own responsibility, the truth of our own complicity. To not act is acceptance and agreement. Any dissent, no matter how diminutive in scope, is magnificent in soul. All dissent is welcome, all dissent is needed.
I love you all, all you brave souls who waited for our state rides, who refused to walk away. And love you all who stayed as you could, who felt support in your heart, even you who may have simply noticed we seek not anarchy but only the realization of preexisting principles. May your heart be warmed and your mind made active; may your feet bring you along on our road of change.
Also, may your ass be ever dry and not sitting upon wet asphalt. Pizza boxes work.
Sat down 5:30, arrested 1:52. The Ohm Guy.
And to the girls on the bus, it just wasn't the same without you all. You, females of Great Spirit, keep our lazy asses motivated. Gender solidarity all the way.
And here's to the People's Cliff Bars! Power to the food throwers! The greatest change starts with the smallest act!
"We all live on a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine. We all live... "