Tuesday, October 13, 2009


With all of this talk about the end times and what will happen in 2012 and whatever else, I feel we are neglecting to look at the present, this is the Apocalypse. When people decide that money is more important than other people, when coffee is more important that taking your baby to the emergency room, when you make six figures in a business suit but can't afford to give change to the homeless because you're running late or because they may just be another CEO in a business suit on there day off. When medicine stops helping people, all people, and continues to keep them sick, when a government can't pass a bill that will help everyone because of fear of change,when a man beats his wife and family because of work and social pressures, when Starbucks raises prices on already expensive coffee, when art is considered expendable in our schools, when bailouts are given to people who have been stealing from everyone(and this is public knowledge), when actors are judged by their marketability rather by their talent or the content of their character, when dreams are made to be silly and hopes categorized as dreams or as make believe, when a generation has forgotten how to love so we just say it's "uncool".
It's time for us to create our own future, our own destiny.
Thank you to all of those people who help when you see a car ran out of gas, thank you for holding the elevator, thank you for waiting 2 more minutes for your extra hot, no foam, skinny vanilla Latte, Thank you for doing your job even though you are sick because you know others need you, thank you for putting in extra hours at work, thank you for having a dream that one day all men, black men and white men, Jews and gentiles, protestants and Catholics would be able to sit together at the table of brother hood. Thank you Tracy Callahan for believing that we can say something with words that can echo through to a persons soul.

The time for concern is now, if ever you were going to be a revolutionary, if ever you were going to speak about injustice, prop #8, racism, if ever you were going to do a play in a courtyard in the middle of the town in the hopes of expanding minds, if ever you were going to write that one song, glory, before you go, if ever you were going to love for real and forever, until death do you part,... Now is the time.
Don't wait until the end to begin.

For all that I love,
Viva la resistance,