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Beaten, bleach poured on his skin and a noose around his neck? Brain-dead red-hats yelling, “This is #MAGA country!”
Don’t feign shock and ask, “How did this happen?”
You know full, fucking well how it happened.
It’s clear as day, you either oppose this shit or you endorse it.
Saying and doing nothing is endorsing it. Excusing it because it doesn’t impact you, yet, is endorsing It.
There is this dog in my neighborhood, real pain in the ass. He’s constantly getting loose, starting fights with other dogs, digging holes in peoples yards, barking and making too much noise. One time he got loose and six of us had to chase him for an hour. We didn’t catch him, he came home when he got tired and bored.
The other day the owner comes over to me and starts apologizing. I looked at him and asked him, “Why?”
He said, “My dog is such a pain in the ass he drives everyone crazy.”
I said, “Your dog is so much like me sometimes I think we are one and the same. I like your dog.”
He just looked at me funny, said, “Ok…” and turned around went home.
The dog just got loose again. I swear he looks at me and smiles while he’s running away.
I wonder if Dr. King, in 1968, could imagine that this country would be more torn and divided in 2019 than it was in that decade?
I think of King and John and Bobby Kennedy often in the same thought. I wonder if the world would be a different place had they not, all three, been murdered.
2019, and we have Nazis in our government.
Ironically today, Steve King is being censured in Congress, for boldly proclaiming himself a white nationalist, a white supremacist.
Dr. King would have been 90 today. When great men are murdered because they scare lesser men, I find it impossible to believe in any grand plan. I think instead that stupid, lazy people, unbridled and unburdened of thought and conscience simply allow hate to flourish.
I felt hope and positivity in the ‘60’s, in spite of Vietnam, in spite of the social and racial divide, I felt hope. That hope, Dr. Kings dream, seems to be trampled and pissed on in 2019.
This nation is at a precipice. I fear we may finally fall over the edge.
#MLK90
A woman commented to me this week that her Christmas was not all that she had expected.
I keep this picture on my phone, I’ve had it for years.
I showed her this image and said, ”You shit in cleaner water than this child will ever drink. Merry Christmas.”
The realization that all of your actions speak louder than your dreams and desires.
A shaky personal code that says you never strike a woman and you are good to children and old people and animals.
A time in your life where you could not eat meat of any kind, for moral reasons. [Read more…] about He wanted none of it…
