Friday, October 26, 2012

Line In The Sand

This story at the Indieregister is much to valid to not post: (click on the original post for working links in the article)

BY  | OCTOBER 24, 2012 · 11:30 PM

Where is your ‘line in the sand’?By Eric VolivaI have a question for you; it’s not meant to be answered, nor is its purpose to cause angry discourse. It’s a question that I ask solely for your serious–and internal–consideration; and I sincerely hope you do take the time to reflect on it.Where do you draw the line in the sand with the government taking away your rights and freedoms?
Do you stand up to them once they come break down your door in the middle of the night, “mistaking” your home for a known “drug den”?
Do you wait until they raise taxes to the point where you can no longer afford to pay it and your house payments, so they evict you from your home, and thus become homeless or living on welfare?
Do you wait until they arrest a friend or family member or a child because they collected rainwater or sold raw milk or gave a meal to a starving member of the homeless community without a permit?
Do you wait until someone you love is “accidentally” murdered or maimed by an “accidental” drug raid (which is becoming insanely commonplace in the U.S.)?
Do you wait until you’re locked up for participating in “terrorist activities” for simply walking into your bank and closing your account on the same day there’s a protest of that bank occurring?
Do you wait until a friend is raped by a cop, and then the cop is never even charged and allowed to continue to harm others because they’re in a brotherhood ruled by the “blue code of silence“?
Or, do you go along with the crowd and wait until everyone else takes a stand?
Then, once you have waited as long as you possibly can under the hand of tyranny and can no longer tolerate the status quo of oppression, how is it that you actually take your stand? Do you raise your voice and shout your anger to the world? What would that accomplish? Do you refuse to no longer be part of their structure of control and by way of passive resistance refuse to pay tribute in the form of taxes in hopes of de-funding their treasury? Do you allow yourself to go to prison for your passive resistance? Or do you speak out in defiance and try to educate your fellow citizen-slaves, knowing that because of your protests you can be legally labeled a “terrorist” under the NDAA and face the bloody situation of men in swat gear raiding your home in the middle of the night and detaining you as a “threat to our national security” (oh, the irony)?
Whatever your line in the sand may be, this is a reality we all face. The situation with our freedoms will continue to get worse until we decide how far is too far, and stand united in our defiance to their continued criminalizing of our rights.
So, once again, I ask you: When do you make your stand? Where is it that you will draw that line?
Just know that the longer you wait, the harder it will be.

 Martin Luther King Jr. - "One has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws." Indeed. It's also a matter of survival and self-defense.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012


It's funny how you can be happy or at least satisfied and accepting, for the most part. Then something happens or someone enters your life and turns it upside-down, and suddenly your dissatisfaction with those aspects of your life that aren't quite where you want them to be can irritate and chafe like ill-fitting shoes. Even when the inclusion of much new joy and discovery brings happiness of one sort, it can oddly also evoke unsuspected feelings of restriction and frustration at the same time. Does that mean forever happiness in the moment is a pipe dream? Or is that only caused by the addition of a faulty new gadget? Regardless, after one is lifted to heights of excitement and unexpected passion, later then inevitably crashing down to long since forgotten lows, eventually - At last! - equilibrium is regained. Finally, the soothing cadence of calm seas, gentle swells and mainly sunny skies are a balm to my fragile heart. Yet as relieved as I am at the passing of the storm, I am richer for my experience to the soaring summit which blinds in its brightness, and the turbulent caverns enclosing dark depths that lie beneath the surface. Alone again on an empty sea I can smile and see the beauty in the world. I am at last again at peace with myself.