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06/10/2007 Archived Entry: ""
I'm taking back who I used to be, who I am, who I was always meant to be.
It's me, PSM. Hi. Been a while. Sorry.
I have long since been convinced that the best weapon against tyranny in my arsenal doesn't have any sights. It doesn't have a blade, or a detonator, or a warhead, or a multiple redundancy triple encoded cipher.
Someone once said, "The best revenge is living well." I like that. I think Roger Rabbit said it even better when he tragically opined to Bob Hoskins, "Sometimes laughter is the only weapon we have."
When I think about what this country has become, and maybe always was underneath all the illusions I carried so close, I mourn. I rage, I cry out, I seethe, and sometimes I throw things at other things.
It's not W. that I'm really angry at. It's not really the IRS, the DEA, the NSA, the CIA, the ATF or the FBI. No, it's bigger than that. It's a mindset. It's the mindset that mocks innocence, sneers at inspiration, exploits faith, perverts history and glorifies bloodshed.
And siphons my joy.
And thus neutralizes the most effective weapon I have, the weapon I was born with -- laughter.
I'm picturing something on the order of a hundred or so people marching on whatever political landmark wearing fuzzy animal suits and mascot suits and costumes and carrying signs like "Adorable Forest Creatures United Against Bush/The War/RealID/what have you." "Sparky the Raccoon No Like H.R. 1022."
[lights dim, soft strains of boys' choir singing strains of My Country 'Tis of Thee]
If we can't stand up on a soap box on that big lawn they got down there in D.C. wearing nothing but a sock and speak out against the tyranny of weapons control, I mean, I mean, if we can't stand there in a giant foam rubber Twinkie suit and make ourselves heard when Halliburton swoops in to gut a nation...my God, if a simple country boy from the swamps of New England can't don an astronaut suit for no particular reason and march around the Capitol protesting the corruption of the Federal Reserve, well, then the terrorists really have won.
[/lights dim, soft strains of boys' choir singing strains of My Country 'Tis of Thee]
I am convinced, now more than ever, that the best action against the enemies of freedom, the enemies of all that is best about being human, is to be human. Inconquerably human. Unapologetically joyful.
There's a point some people reach in life where they just no longer have any fear of anything. I haven't gotten there yet. But I'm getting closer. This laughter thing, I don't know, I just sense that this is a great big piece of the puzzle. No one can ever beat you so long as you can laugh at them.
And knowing that makes me really, really happy.
Besides -- I can't be the only one who thinks the idea of Mr. Met editorializing on the erosion of due process is hilariously non-sequitir.
Posted by Penguinsscareme @ 11:51 PM CST