Look, I don't know what we're supposed to do about our bullshit political system but it seems to me that it must start with facing up to the facts.
Believing that this time, someone is actually going to deliberately deliver meaningful change and not just pretend to do so because it polls well is beyond naïve. It's willful blindness. It's like we're trapped in a Groundhog Day scenario with Lucy (I like my metaphors mixed) yanking the football as Charlie Brown goes to kick it...over and over and over a-fucking-gain, ad infinitum.
Thanks everyone for responding to an urgent need yesterday. One of our own was in trouble and you guys came through...as you so often do.
Here is the diary from yesterday that this is in reference to:
Calling all kossacks - help needed - please rec this
$343 is not that much money...but it is needed by tomorrow. I posted a diary earlier via the Daily Kos Fund Raisers group, but it didn't get much attention and only raised $60 - which I and Fineena are both very grateful for - but she's in a jam and needs the additional $343 so she can pay for her dentist's appointment tomorrow morning.
Please rec this diary and kick in a little if you can. If enough of us give just a little, we should be able to do this. It's really not that much money spread over the dkos audience. Let's get some attention for this cause so we can ease Fineena's mind about tomorrow.
And thank you to the daily kos community for all you do.
I'll repeat the pertinent info from the earlier diary below the thing to provide context and the information you'll need to ACT. Please help us tonight if you possibly can.
It starts with an email I received today from Fineena:
Our friend, Fineena is still coping with difficult circumstances. I first wrote about her situation here.
She could still use a little more of our help. Her latest email explains:
Note: Please forgive the re-post but in this case it seems appropriate.
Madison, Wisconsin has designated April 20, Ben Masel Day
in honor of our friend and compatriot who was so well known and well loved here at dailykos and elsewhere.
Ben was known far and wide for his cannabis activism, as well as his activism for justice and civil rights in general. It's appropriate that 4/20 be dedicated to Ben. I expect he'd be pleased. Ah Ben, you was one of a kind.
Read more of what I've had to say about Ben over the Itzl.
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now
~ b. dylan
Into the void we go
it's very important that we follow rules
it's very important that YOU follow rules
the equality theorem
attempting to communicate, stumbling over complexity
dreaming of cascading levels of booleans and fractals
and the higher mathematics that lie at the core
of the paradoxical universe
a cosmic puzzle for the pondering
dark matter at the border of mystery and wonder
a puzzle whose primal purpose is to be a puzzle?
the 1 inch equation
some knots resist unraveling
please continue to hold, your call is very important to us
About 20 years ago an old and dear friend from my youth showed me a photo I had forgotten existed. It was an old time-ravaged black and white of me and my old friend, Bobby Hall. It is the only photo, as far as I'm aware, of us at (or near) Woodstock in 1969. You'd have to google the sign to know it's Woodstock (we're still not quite there but we're close, maybe 50 miles, not sure). It's poor quality and taken from too far away, but at least it has maximum peace signs.
Having reached the grand old age of 63, I find myself taking stock of my life. 63 is like 200 in hippie years. I've become an old man, something I never really saw coming. I never thought I'd make it this far. I've been an adventurer, a risk taker, a misfit, an outlaw and a non-conforming smartass - not traits that promise longevity. I've been robbed, beaten, gassed, busted and jailed at various points from coast to coast. I've survived two suicide attempts, several attempts on my life by others including one professional contract, two years of heroin addiction (no telling how many near overdoses), six and a half years in the Alabama prison system and a million broken hearts, both romantic and humanitarian.
I'm a little amazed, and grateful of course, that I've endured this long. Despite all the pathos and the pain, the failure, shame and misfortune, my woefully imperfect life has been a pageant, a spectacle, an utterly amazing thing. I don't say that to distinguish myself from the least of these our brethren...there are none less than I...the point is that all of our lives are amazing – in one way or another. Our very existence is beyond amazing.
We had a fundraiser for fineena a couple of days back and you guys kicked ass. I can't tell you how thankful I am for your kindness and generosity. These qualities are the finest the human race has to offer and this community overflows with them. It does my old heart good to see it.
"Be kind whenever possible. It's always possible."
The Dalai Lama
Her name is Fineena. Many of you know her. She's been around since '08 and is known for her personal generosity and enthusiastic participation in our community. She's also known for the cool scarves she makes by hand. She sells them here. This would be a great time to stock up on handmade scarves. They make wonderful gifts.
Personal Note: I have experienced a devastating data loss regarding my now six-year long book project (don't ask - data encryption gone wrong). I was holding back on publishing this diary, thinking it needed to be edited down some more but I find myself unable to write or do the editing I had planned. Nevertheless, I'm hoping enough peope will read it to stimulate some good conversation. I apologize for the length.
"We’re only here for a short while. And I think it’s such a lucky accident, having been born, that we’re almost obliged to pay attention. In some ways, this is getting far afield. I mean, we are — as far as we know — the only part of the universe that’s self-conscious. We could even be the universe’s form of consciousness. We might have come along so that the universe could look at itself. I don’t know that, but we’re made of the same stuff that stars are made of, or that floats around in space. But we’re combined in such a way that we can describe what it’s like to be alive, to be witnesses. Most of our experience is that of being a witness. We see and hear and smell other things. I think being alive is responding."
Pulitzer-Winning Poet Mark Strand on the Heartbeat of Creative Work and the Artist’s Task to Bear Witness to the Universe
What follows is something of a meditation on the future, though a flawed one. I offer it here in the spirit of the artist's task to bear witness to the universe. I freely stipulate that I don't know WTF I'm talking about.
Like many of my generation (I was about to turn 12 at the time), I have been haunted by the JFK assassination ever since the day it happened, November 22, 1963. It was the crime of my lifetime, or was until recently. Now it's more of a contest.