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RANT OF THE DAY:

 

Question everything. Especially the things you think you love, and the things you think you hate.

Because things change. And righteousness is seldom ever right.

Our loves and our hates they change, and we must be ever vigilant, ever open, ever ready  to change with them.

We must be more than pawns, or pallbearers of our nation's increasingly bloody domestic and foreign policies. To be more than her victims or her cattle,  we must in the last, best sense, be her stewards, be our soldiers, be voice for those, who lost their voice, and arm for those who lost their arm, defending our nation from tyranny. We can not therefore give her over to homegrown tyranny, Corporate Tyranny,the tyranny of MonSanto or Johns Hopkins or Shell or BG&E. We cannot allow our democracy, paid for in 400 years of blood, of striving toward, and breaking away, we cannot allow this democracy, this work in progress, to be stopped of all progress, to be so cheaply bought.

We cannot... surrender forth our right to be.

Our Democracy must be restored.

To use a line, a great and shining Prince once used...

By any means necessary.

 

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TODAYS FICTION EXCERPT

This is an excerpt from Chapter1 of ..."Days of Future's Past". Enjoy.

 

My name is Susan X. I’m, for want of a better term, an explorer of the unknown, a chronicler of the forgotten, a searcher for the rare.

 

I search for that rarest of things.

 

I search for men, in a world that doesn’t make them anymore.

 

My name is Susan X and this, this is my story.

 

I’m Black. Yeah I know, I know. I don’t look it, with my genetically engineered green eyes, and genetically engineered blond hair. But my father was Black, as was his father, as was his father before him, going back to long before the fall of the union. Long before the occupation.

 

The X, well no, it’s not my given name. Like everyone else I have a nice, neat, government approved last name. When they outlawed the use of my fathers name, they gave me a name without meaning.

 

Without meaning. They gave me a nice, safe, non-threathening Anglo name, a name like Smith, or Rogers.

 

They took my fathers name from me, an outlawed itt, and gave me a pale name… to go with a pale world.

 

I chose to find  a new name.

 

X.

 

It seems to have a flair

 

For those who don’t remember what the symbol means, it’s a throwback to a time of civil disobedience, a time of other men who wore skin as dark as my father’s and fought for liberty.

 

For Liberty.

 

I know, you’re saying “civil disobedience, what’s that?”

 

They tell us there was never a struggle for liberty, and they tell us there was never a people who were exterminated for it.

 

They tell us that what is…. Is.

 

As far as you can see, the world within our TV, and the world outside our doors. White people, in a genetically white washed world. The trees are dead, the seas are dead, whole species eradicated, and magic has gone out of the world, but we have our MTV.

 

And they tell us it has always been this way. For the 6000 government approved years of the Earth’s history. No Black people, no brown people, no yellow people, no red people. No concentration camps, no elimination factories, no Hannibal who conquered Italy, no Moors who made Spain, no Malcolm X, no Mumia Abu-Jamal, no Charleston 5, no Leonard Peltier. No Antietam where the last bloody fight was fought. Where the last of the confederacy, the BLA, the Black Panthers, the Zapatistas, and the Freemen, made the last bloody stand against the night. Antietam where the last men died, penned to the wall, dying but fighting back.

 

They tell us there is no such place. And have never been any such people.

 

But nothing is forgotten, nothing is ever forgotten.

 

And here, is where we begin to remember.

to be continued...