Disparity Brings Clarity

Quick! Act like we're all as stupid as

'The Powers That Be' wish we were,

and explain this to me!

Explain the disparity between allowing gun-toting

alarmists and nuts the 'freedom to assemble'

when we know they're planning to take down America,

they threaten and intimidate at every turn,

and their purpose is to oppose the law....

...

yet authorities demonize and assault the peaceful protesters

who want to hold accountable the corrupt system that

exists (and its warlords,) and who are looking

for accountability and making the system work

from within.

Hmmnnnnnn.

Thanks for making it clear, Gestapo Amerika;

Violence and the Threat of Violence Rules.

We need to fight fire with fire and start

bringing weapons and making veiled threats

in order to get your attention and

not be abused when attempting to

exercise our free speech rights.

Totally doable.

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"To scare myself with my own desert places."

Living in the South is like being in the desert. Not in the most
obvious sense, as with the heat and bothersome bugs and
perils of snakes and other horrific critters... although that's
here, too.

No, in the south it's dry.
Slow.
Boring.
Dirty.
Uncomfortable.
And Nothing grows here, either.

The only way to get some excitement is to have heatstroke
or suffer from the effects of a mirage.

"Why not move?" A simple enough query.

Would if I could.

Times are tough, obligations plentiful.  But that's not all.

All the Kerouacs and world travellers and adventurous sorts...
all the 'Kumbaya' and openness to discovery....all that 'hitch
your wagon to the stars' and 'the world is my oyster' stuff makes
for great movies, and it sounds like a pip.

But.

But it's mostly great when you're in your twenties.
Maybe your thirties.

Works great at any age when you're well-off financially, or
have places to stay should/when problems arise.

Works great when your body's in great shape and your
options are plentiful.

But my world's grown smaller and less-populated, habits
have become history, and I know what I know.

Making the most of what you have should be an Olympic
event--it sure takes a ton of hard work, sacrifice and training.

Perhaps I'm merely drained of all soul and adventurous
spirit from my long and arduous journey through the swampy,
intolerant, unflinching environs of the South.

Those words and glares and 'sublimated' threats are as
sticky as an armpit at High Noon.

Maybe the whole point of venturing out of the desert is
the hope that--against the odds--there is something
beyond these limited borders, which have now afflicted
our minds, too.

If only we can overcome the fear that the torture to come
is worse than the torture which has kept us in place.

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