power games

The revolution starts in people's minds. We are nobodies in the face of the law.

Dead Confederate's myspace headline: " A soldier shot twice quits keeping score "

In college I was astounded by social consciousness and intellectual awakening. I worshiped dreamers and thinkers. As time goes on after college, I'm less impressed with these qualities than with individuals who have the fire and guts to confront the evils that threaten liberty and life. Not a single person I know, including myself, is incapable of pursuing the most courageous and virtuous vision of themselves.

Hope that this pursuit is worth pursuing is being raped and gorged by the entity of the status quo, complacency of the middle/working class, and the judicial system.

My thoughts are not righteous anymore. Nor are they evil. I'm giving way to rage and resignation because these emotions come from a pure place at the moment. I want to be happy, and certain things that have always made me happy still do, but this violation of my family and my values makes me rethink where power comes from, and how the powerless (i.e. you reading this fucking blog) can make any difference in the face of this insurmountable evil. I am in desperate need of hope that anyone can make a difference at all.

By the way, Dead Confederate are really really good and live in Athens now. The Sonic Youth covers were pristine last night, it was fucking glorious.