Words from my friend James Tracy as I decompress from another electoral season: WE VOTE EVERY DAY i’m always suspicious of parties republican ones democratic ones green ones red ones old ones first ones third ones my infantile disorder a simple love of the people that burns like a ballot stuffed in a molotov cocktail i have often clamped a clothespin on my nose and punched the chad pulled the lever but really i believe that every cook can govern. behind every “hi, can I take your order?” lies a hidden analysis hammers and nails can build more than luxury lofts teachers aren’t the reasons school fall apart war is the cardiac arrest of the state junkies and crackheads have names beside junkies and crackheads the rattle of spare change cups might be the tune of a new revolutionary song robin hood was not the only one who was right; harriet tubman was right the road to freedom must sometimes be walked with a rifle; john brown was right, there is more to life than what is painted white; ricardo flores magon was right, borders are just scars; lucy parsons was right, a woman’s place is front and center in this fight; eugene debs served his country better from prison than any president has from the white house the most important choices we make are on the days between elections picketlines walked homes unevicted communities mobilized cynicism conquered empires deleted meanings for once not lost in translation kindness given love made to that extent you know we all vote every day
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 19:01:30 +0000
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