(no subject)
It has been close to a decade since I last considered myself a political.
As a citizen of a nation, I considered it my duty in January 2001 to step forward into the streets, gather at the crossroads of history, and abide by a hastened succession in line with a rule of law amended by popular outcry from the streets.
Now, I watch my news feeds, observe my Plurk timelines, listen to AM radio, and despair.
Not only are the ones who should be sallying forth carrying the torch my generation drops from nerveless fingers nerveless already, some glory in historical revisionism 20 and 30 years hence.
In less than a year, the opportuntiy comes once more for me, as a contribtor to this nation to make my choice be read. I wonder, if any of the choices then will be worthy.
I look for an excuse to raise my voice.
I look for those who will stand with me.
I wonder and gaze at the wasteland to be.
As a citizen of a nation, I considered it my duty in January 2001 to step forward into the streets, gather at the crossroads of history, and abide by a hastened succession in line with a rule of law amended by popular outcry from the streets.
Now, I watch my news feeds, observe my Plurk timelines, listen to AM radio, and despair.
Not only are the ones who should be sallying forth carrying the torch my generation drops from nerveless fingers nerveless already, some glory in historical revisionism 20 and 30 years hence.
In less than a year, the opportuntiy comes once more for me, as a contribtor to this nation to make my choice be read. I wonder, if any of the choices then will be worthy.
I look for an excuse to raise my voice.
I look for those who will stand with me.
I wonder and gaze at the wasteland to be.