beyond the die hards and radicals.
“How many times will we have to say it? Yell it? Scream it in a crowd in the street? You could apply any number of euphemisms to the united state of things, presently – the definition of insanity taking the same action over and over, expecting different results, the more things change, the more they stay the same, bullshit like that. 1968 redux. Hey, one can dream, right?
People will show up to hear a different sort of message the closer they get to the edge. Don’t get me wrong, people always show up. I’m talking beyond the die hards and radicals. A lot of folks out there, looking for something real, you know? And fair. And just. Not fucked-up. I’m sorry, you’ll have to forgive me. My language is often course, admittedly.
I gotta be honest, though. I really don’t have a lot of hope things will get better. I guess that makes me a nihilist. I’m just not the sort that’s, like, apathetic about it. I’d wager we’re probably on opposite ends of the spectrum in many ways: politics, class, the reason each of us is here right now. But we’re here. And that. Is what matters. Our common ground. Makes me feel kind of warm inside, seeing so many different kinds of people like this. This is why I’m here. To see the beauty and the power here. It really does seem to me this is all we left, you know? I don’t have a lot of hope things will get better. But I’m not going to shut up about it, either.”