It’s not about learning to draw a clearer picture of the ruins
It’s not about taking a sledge hammer to the ivied hallowed halls
It’s not about the trash you can talk about those who disagree
It’s not about undercovering where lies are passed as truth
It’s not about reporting the faux paus and misdirections
It’s not about informing others where they’ve gone astray
It’s not about conversion by a sword called something else
It’s not about the polls that show your side is in the lead
It’s not about great solidarity and getting numbers
It’s not about the old news that the corporations run it
It’s not about watching the old order wither and die
It’s not about spelling out in clever words the problem
It’s not about discovering some esoteric They
It’s not about dropping the bombshell in the new Enquirer
It’s not about retaking Washington without a battle
It’s not about some new magic pill, prescription or placebo
It’s not about returning to some halycon of light
It’s not about appealing to the undecided middle
It’s not about pretending to undo decades of hatred
It’s not about protecting and preserving ways of life
It’s not about convincing yourself that your cause is justified
It’s not about selecting from the lesser of two evils
It’s not about the problem.
It’s about the solution.
Everyone can talk for days about how fucked the world is.
Who is willing to admit that changing that world
Means changing yourself,
Not your employer,
Not your neighbor,
Not your family,
Not your Congressman,
Not your President,
Not your religion.
Not just that. But at least that.
