Let us be clear

"There is the boiling point.

This space in my heart that sees how unfairly this society works. This place in this black little heart (or so I've been told by Denver J.) that is a glowing sparked ember when I hear about the hate and greed and fear that my faith perpetuates.

A good friend writes about what kind of Christian he would like to be. And that deep dark part of my heart that I have reserved for emotion becomes the El Corazon, pierced and aflame, just at the idea that he has to explain what that means.

Another friend asks me how I feel about the government we helped elect. I tell him that it has driven me from moderation to extreme. He says to me, "I've just started telling people that I'm an anarchist with no qualification." I realize that for the first time since I've truly understood what that meant, past something the Sex Pistols sang about, I am too.

I realize that my faith is directed towards the failure, not the success of this "More Perfect Union."

I wake up and feel it, "Like youth, like youth, the fire burns in out chest." A slogan, a lyric, a murmur that maybe someone else is hearing. At what point do you have to give up? How much further are you going to let them (specific them: your boss, his boss, their board of directors and the government that they no longer have to answer for), tell you what not to do? Are they going to take your house? Are they going to take your job? Are they going to take the money that you paid your government in taxes?

Why are we not angry yet?

Why am I still sitting here? What are any of us waiting for?

Fuck if I know.

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