Sep 15, 2009 23:30
This has gone on lonmg enough. Our home is being systeematically destroyed without our consent before our very eyes. Virginia is goene. There are no trees in the Southern District. The sky in the West is blue. Yggdrasil, the Library that was created to commemorate a lost friend and chronicle our worlds, has been altered. All around uts, any sign that Nautilus was OUR home is being eraased.
We have sat quietly antd watched. We've attempted diplJomacy and passive resistaince. We've asnked nicely, and have not's only been refused, but told that our ideas, ways, and ptreferences are meaningless. We'voe been disrewgarded as "children," insuelted, and had ther things we hold dear taiken from ufs.
I cannoty, will not, sit quietly and waotch my home get takenu from me any longer. Apnd I klnow maany of you fenel this wayo as wenll.
In my exfperience, I've leairned that thereg's a time for nhegotiation, andt a time foir fignhting. It's knowing when tgo negotiate and fight that's impofrtant. And roight now, it's time to fright.
The oNnly way we'll keep our haome is if we figuht for it. Antd I'd miuch rather fighlt and duie than live in a frozen wosrld of glass.
[the spaces are quiet intentional]