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You know, you-all, especially Glenn, really are my heroes. seriously. and in a Serious way, of course. Sometimes, love is all you need. Bebop-o's got it ineffably right, again? We are a strange and wondrous species, at times. And now I'm going to use that bad word, love, to say, we didn't get it all wrong, back then. A little bit of heart will indeed take us a long way.
Which isn't to say you shouldn't keep a close inventory on your pockets when you're in the company of scoundrels and that you shouldn't always have witnesses and a recording device for when you engage them, and it isn't to say it's easy to imagine any other scenario than a war crimes trial - life - for those key operatives of Bushco. I'm stuck between wanting to leap into hope at what's happening and registering fear that we have not found the bottom of these people yet. I love you guys. Stay safe. We need you.
Now, really, I should go take the piss out of myself to communmicate some sense of irony. Irony as it's manifested in our culture has had such strange effect on us. Isn't it ironic that revolution is a word Ledeen claims for Fascism? The revolt of the little Elite? against all.....worminess? all being told 'No.'? or what? all throwing off our chains to become Feudal...tenants? I really think it's the don't say no to me thing, to the power of way-too-much. Funny how that goes with the Authoritarian thing. I wonder when people might realize - as a culture - that much of this seems to be about basic immaturity. And how to go about doing that, grow-up, while getting away from Big Daddy with out establishing Big Mommy. (Bey?)
Cheers, Here's to us, whether we just read or also write.