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I had a totally messed up dream last night. There was some kind of mass insurrection going on. And, of course, martial law had been declared. The level of repression was incredibly high. So high, in fact, that they were rounding up cab drivers and cutting off their right forearms, though the soldiers claimed that cabbies would be able to easily drive with just one arm, because our right arms are always draped across the passenger seat.

The soldiers came for me, but I was able to escape, along with another driver. With the soldiers hot on our heels, we managed to find the insurgents. It was only then that I realized the reason why they wanted to cut off our right forearms was so we wouldn't be able to operate an AK-47.

Dreams come from a primitive part of our brain. Sometimes interpretation is difficult. Sometimes it's pretty damn easy. In this case, the meaning is quite obvious. As history has shown us, time and time again, mass armed insurrections happen when people feel like they have no choice but to pick up a weapon and fight back, when it's a clear case of fight or die.

I believe we are seeing something similar with the protests at our Capitol here in Madison, Wisconsin. People are pushed to the brink. People feel like they have been given one of two choices: fight or die.

When I look at the crowds of people at the Capitol, I see a cross-section of, well, everybody: young, old, professionals, blue collar workers, students, life-long activists. Again, everybody. But we have one major commonality; we all realize that there is not much left to take from us. We have watched for the past thirty years, since Reagan took office, the steady decline in our standard of living. We have watched our rights being taken away one by one. And now we watch as the Republican leadership in Wisconsin wants to take away our last vestige of dignity and our few remaining vehicles for our own advocacy.

But now we fight back. We fight because we know it's either fight or die.

And make no mistake, we are arming ourselves. We arms ourselves with our protest signs and our digital cameras. We arm ourselves with independent media. We arm ourselves with the Internet and social media. More importantly, we arm ourselves with our thoughts and our ideas. We arm ourselves with our passion and our energy. And we arm ourselves with our fellowship and our love for fellow citizens and fellow human beings.


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Mar. 21st, 2011 12:44 pm (UTC)
Well said, my brother in (metaphorical) arms...

My vivid dream last might paled in comparison. I was at some kind of pseudo-academic/somewhat political camp, and the power went out. Luckily, I had a flashlight in my book bag. No one's arm was cut off. A semi-famous lefty was eulogized during the convention, and we were all amazed there weren't any journalists there to record his passing. The first thing I forgot upon waking was the name of the guy who passed on. Damn! That's exactly the kind of amnesia the Walkerites are counting on.

It might be a good time to learn how to shoot left-handed.
Apr. 12th, 2011 08:56 pm (UTC)
This article was vey helpful to me. It helped me to be informed and more aware. The details were such a blessing, thanks.

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