I was going to write a profound post about the beauties of our founding document, the inexpressible wisdom of the founders.
I hardly slept all night.
Today is the swing between one reality and another, and the path ahead is dark and shrouded. It can be bad. Or it can be much, much worse.
And respected sf editor on Facebook was saying that one path takes back to “the fifties, where women and black people have no rights.” He bases this on… cheese! But then this is the same editor who once stated his mission not as selling magazines, but as educating the public AND smashing the capitalist state. Because in the absence of the capitalist state, everyone lives on unicorn flatulence and all the flowers are pretty.
I don’t find this stuff amusing anymore.
Basic historic and constitutional literacy should be required for voting. Same across the land. You go into the voting booth, you get a question anyone mildly aware of the realities could answer. You get it wrong. You get two more chances, in case you’re having a bad day – say in my case, I transpose numbers – you get all three wrong, the booth opens again… empty. Alternately on the second you can walk out and renounce your voting rights.
I’m not talking difficult questions, okay? I’m talking stuff like “Who is the president” and “If so and so wins, we’ll get: and three possible questions and one clearly impossible one, like segregation.” Or “is from each according to his ability to each according to his needs in the constitution?”
You don’t answer that, you have no business voting. Voting is a privilege NOT a right. Having a pulse and being a vague humanoid shape (I have a cat who walks on two occasionally!) is not qualification for voting. Being eighteen certainly isn’t. I know this is heresy, but truly there is no reason for this. There is a vast difference between rigging the vote and pole tax and making it so that even non-citizens can vote and people who couldn’t spell their own name given three tries. I don’t want an IQ test. Some of the worst politics come from geniuses. They get very tired of other people, see. BUT basic social awareness and literacy… what is wrong with that?
But no, I wouldn’t even require that. Just let’s make sure the dead and illegal don’t vote, let’s make sure people vote only once, and it will take care of itself, more or less.
Voter suppression is when your vote is diluted with the votes of those who aren’t supposed to vote under our very lenient laws.
I’m very angry at voting shenanigans in both CO and Philly. If our vote is so sacred, shouldn’t it be protected.
I don’t find this stuff amusing anymore.
And don’t go talking to me of monarchy. It can grow the state just as massively and Henry Tudor put as many people to death – because his loins were on fire – relative to his population as Stalin did relative to his.
I have friends who put their faith in revolution. I don’t. The American revolution was the exception. Most go wrong fast. And anyone, if we haven’t rebelled yet, what makes you think we will? When is the stopping point, if not several months ago?
So… what can I tell you, this fine morning? Well, children, I’m a human wave author. I’ve put characters in much more difficult situations and they thrive.
There is no better place and no better time to fight than now. Tomorrow the reality solidifies, doom or just struggle (and if you think there’s no difference, let me tell you!)
Today is possibly the only, last day we have that the tree of liberty can be watered with sweat and tears, instead of the blood of patriots.
If you’re not busy go out and volunteer. GO OUT AND VOTE.
And most of all take superglue, against the idiots who are trying to smash society as we know it, in the hope something ineffable will emerge. It’s our society. Don’t let them destroy it because they’re misfits.
Fight like it’s life or death. It is. Even if there is no blood on the streets, in a broken economy people die of all sorts of things that are preventable. And in an economy that is waging war on energy and modernity, people freeze to death and die of flu.
GO. Sweat and tears and may we be spared the blood.