Paying Attention

You aren't paying attention.

How do I know? You aren't frothing angry. You haven't used your own teeth to kill anything lately. Your bottles of booze don't have rags stuffed into the top. You're not angry.

And if you're not angry, you really haven't been paying attention.

Whatever side - 1%-er, 99%-er, communist, capitalist, socialist, democrat, republican, new progressive, tea partier - you just aren't watching.

There's a handbasket coming down the lane and we're all about to crawl inside of it and take the trip straight to hell.

I'm fine with that. I love it there.

Now, since you weren't angry before and you've found out I'm happy about the pending end of our little clubhouse of illusions,  you should be something else.

You should be shit-pants afraid.

Pay attention. Push something along. Make something better because in a few short months, you could see an election cycle that has people dying in our streets.

I've seen it before from this exact perspective. It just takes a little push. There are a lot of people lining up ready to shove. There are more of them than there are of us. There are more people who are better in the first morning of a revolution than they are in the current state of affairs.

That should bother you.

I like bodies in the streets. It's good for the business I know.

Don't let it happen. Make things better. You can't send someone to Washington to do it. That has never worked. You - you - have to do something to make life better for people in your own community right now.

I've done this for a living. This is a revolution that can be fomented, cheap. School trained bears are telling you it is so.

Get angry. Fix something.