Welcome...I'd like to lay down a few ground rules.
Firstly, of what I write here I want a grain of salt taken with each sentence. The American media is no longer reporting with reliability, if ever it can be said it truly did. We live in an age of unrivaled free flow of information. Any piece of knowledge can be aquired simply be reaching for it and yet to seek is becomming a dangerous activity. The name of God rises at the head of government after nearly two hundred years dormancy in our nation and with it, the seditionist, the civil disobediant, and most dangerous, the journalist rise to make certain the people's eyes are not closed again.
No one should die because of what I write. I will endeavor to gather information as best I can from as many sources as possible and corroborate them with one another to present a picture. I make no promises that this picture will be unbiased.
Passion is a grand thing but undirected, it leads to a woman on her knees, begging God to tell her why the soldiers killed her son. You've seen this image before. In 1970, on the campus of Kent State, soldiers of the National Guard opened fire on a group of young protestors, students demanding explanation for a meaningless war and veterans who'd served their term and seen the horror. Four children died. Jeffrey Miller's mother knelt over her son's corpse, cried out, raised her arms, and burned a picture into the mind of a nation. I will not be responsible for this occuring through actions taken by those who read my notes and observations.
Secondly, in posting I am not asking for debate, for input, or for review. I may be comedic, lyrical, vulgar, and even obscene at times. My opinions and ideas may occaisionally conflict with one another. This is not an invitation for some point to be made, some idea to be presented, or some argument to be added to this morass.
Lastly, to those who choose to read and disseminate this log among their friends or associates, I would only ask that you realize what you are giving to them and that instead of posting a portion, you give it to them as a whole. In pieces, what is said may mean nothing compared to the completed work.
I. The being, the singular, who takes into her/his own hands responsibility and declares individuality with all attendant dangers therewith. Will. The drive, the force of continuing decision by which we make our way. Press. The will applied to the I, the passion to the goal, the pressure to the idea. Make no mistake. I will press.
No one should die because of what I write. I will endeavor to gather information as best I can from as many sources as possible and corroborate them with one another to present a picture. I make no promises that this picture will be unbiased.
Passion is a grand thing but undirected, it leads to a woman on her knees, begging God to tell her why the soldiers killed her son. You've seen this image before. In 1970, on the campus of Kent State, soldiers of the National Guard opened fire on a group of young protestors, students demanding explanation for a meaningless war and veterans who'd served their term and seen the horror. Four children died. Jeffrey Miller's mother knelt over her son's corpse, cried out, raised her arms, and burned a picture into the mind of a nation. I will not be responsible for this occuring through actions taken by those who read my notes and observations.
Secondly, in posting I am not asking for debate, for input, or for review. I may be comedic, lyrical, vulgar, and even obscene at times. My opinions and ideas may occaisionally conflict with one another. This is not an invitation for some point to be made, some idea to be presented, or some argument to be added to this morass.
Lastly, to those who choose to read and disseminate this log among their friends or associates, I would only ask that you realize what you are giving to them and that instead of posting a portion, you give it to them as a whole. In pieces, what is said may mean nothing compared to the completed work.
I. The being, the singular, who takes into her/his own hands responsibility and declares individuality with all attendant dangers therewith. Will. The drive, the force of continuing decision by which we make our way. Press. The will applied to the I, the passion to the goal, the pressure to the idea. Make no mistake. I will press.
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