posted on May, 1 2012 @ 06:46 PM
With the echoes of the opening shouts of our battle for true independence still ringing in my ears, I raised my arms in celebration. The yell I let
forth carried with it the tears of my family, the blood of my friends and the memory of my forefathers. Like the men who fought for autonomy from
England in 1776, many of us had given everything in the hopes of seeing the sun rise on a brighter dawn. On the day it began more people were finally
sick of the constant clouds blocking the Light then were complacent to live in perpetual twilight. And although the earth shook as if Atlas had
decided to juggle his burden and the sky violently wept tears of blood for all of her slain children, those who made their stand were blessed with a
Triumph was finally ours, though many had lost their lives and countless others had lost all their worldly possessions.
Sit back, crack a cold one, and let me regale you with the tale of how we took our planet back from those who had kept us enslaved for
millenia. Some of this story I witnessed firsthand and played my small part in and some I picked up in bits and pieces along the road from others who
bore witness to The Beautiful Struggle. There was a new willingness amongst everyone to break bread with strangers and share the horrors and glories
they had seen in their travels. The Revolution had many names given to it by those on both sides and yes, it was televised.
I was just sitting there in my living room watching the news, waiting for my daily dose of doom and gloom, death and natural disaster, sex
scandals and budget deficits, celebrity breakdowns and breakups. You know how it goes, flipping back and forth between Mox News and SNN because if you
added both together then divided the sum you might get something approaching the Truth. The Truth is a fickle wench in these days, ever elusive and
although you knew some people possessed it you yourself had only caught occasional glimpses of it in the midst of all the BS in the way. If your
anything like me you have this itch for knowledge that you can never fully scratch and a desire to know what is happening in the world around us. And
although I tried to keep my quest for knowledge as pure and organic as possible, sometimes I indulged in the junk food that was cable news.
We were constantly faced with a multi-fronted assault on all of our senses by the media/advertising/banking/defense industries and were so
inundated by the deluge we had been blinded to the pervasiveness of it. Easy to lose track of what's important when faced with such a well designed
diversion that had been honed throughout the ages until the edge was as keen as any sword Masamune ever crafted.
First a little background on myself. I like long walks on the beach, watching my wages stay stagnant and my 401 decompose, getting out into
nature to unwind, struggling to maintain health insurance and pay my mortgage while the value of the dollar declines, growing my own food and hunting
wild game to fill the freezer, watching the world wind down around me, watching the joy on my wifes face as she plays with our little one, and being
lied to by those who we chose to make the rules.
Contradictory I know, but I've always been told I was a complex individual plus I'm a Gemini so I guess that means I'm either dual natured
or two-faced, depending on who you ask. I was married to the love of my life and a year and a half before we had been blessed with the great
responsibility of raising a child together. Daniel was our first, a true handful for fresh parents as soon as he was able to crawl. They say your
child will be ten times more rambunctious then you were and in this case, They were right. My wife and I devoted our time and effort to ensuring Danny
would have all the opportunities we never had, all the love we never received, and a shot to break out of the hamster wheel existence that we had
inherited from our parents. Simply put he was our life.
I ran a small business, shoe repair and orthopedic shoes, always a market with the elderly for comfortable shoes. The store made a decent amount
of sales but after severe taxation and the steadily rising costs of shipping and insurance premiums there wasn’t a whole lot left at the end of the
month. There were many days we ended up eating sauceless pasta, you haven’t experienced the taste of struggling until you had to eat plain pasta. My
wife worked as a Nurses Aid at the city hospital and attended school to earn herself a position as a Registered Nurse. Nurses Aid's don't make a
large amount of money hence us coming to the decision to send her back to school, even though it meant adding another huge debt to our portfolio of
mortgage and medical bills. She had gotten sick a few years before and due to the prohibitive costs of insurance at her job, had been un-insured at
the time of her hospitalization. A hundred thousand dollars later and there we were. So when he asked of us to stand as Humans, and shout our anger
for all the world to hear and know as sincere, we Stood. And Yelled. And later Bled. And Died.
And eventually Succeeded.
I don’t know to this day if he knew what reaction his call to anger would trigger, maybe he had his finger on the pulse of the nation better
then most. Maybe he was just pissed off about something else and could no longer contain his disgust at the cesspool we had let our world devolve
into. Regardless, he asked, and we answered. Ferociously we responded. The roar outside of Individuals voicing their anger for the first time crashed
upon our ears in a symphony as sweet as it was bitter. The words began as “ I’m mad as Hell and I’m not going to take it anymore” and within
minutes grew into a movement. A movement with a destination in mind. And a goal at the end.
After tonight the world would be forever changed. In my own screaming out the window I heard the yells of others calling for a march to occupy City
Hall. Occupy it then organize a popular vote among the citizenry of many important issues that had been buried by politicians more interested in
lining their pockets and maintaining their power then making any meaningful effort to change the world for the better. The tipping point of knowledge
had been reached and I think we had all realized how things had been maneuvered and manipulated with the goals of keeping us too caught up in the
daily struggle of living to perform any critical thinking about the world around us.
I kissed my wife and son and explained to her that it was because of my love for them that I had to join our neighbors in marching for Tomorrow. She
knew me better then anyone else.