Waive Goodbye

We were all sitting around my living room this evening watching one of those really nostalgic T.V. shows that reported the Sixties back to the generation that wasn’t there nor could ever know what actually happened. The people that were there either refused to acknowledge any involvement or just played dumb like it never happened. There were great displays of Concerts and Festivals and hundreds of thousands of hippies, people old enough at THAT time to be our parents, going ape shit over terrible music. My sister smirked and grunted, “ You’d never see anything like that now-a-days, I wish I had been there.”
The thought of living in that shadow makes me a little uneasy. We have an entire generation of people that are seeing this that will now believe nothing like that will ever or COULD ever happen again and they will all sit back and WISH. I’m here to tell you, you don’t have to look far for that over-worked office mom that secretly sneaks away every other weekend to go smoke pot at a bonfire with her old gang of buddies. Old habits die hard, and where you can’t still participate in the Great San Francisco Riots, you could for sure start one of your own. Shit, that’s what our generation needs. We need a reason and a leader. A good party needs two things: A prime location, and enough booze to keep it together. We need to gather up all of the closet druggies and burn outs, the outspoken college kids, the Youth For Christ, the terrorists, the whole boat of freaks and do something to remember.
Think about it for a second. How many times in a week do you curse high Gas prices? The cost of living? The fucking WAR?! No no, go back to sitting on your ass and play with your kids; someone else will fight this war for you. Never mind this Revolution, there will be another opportunity along soon…
I know all about the fear of activism. Who amongst you would stick your ass in the fire with a small hope that someone else would jump in with you? You don’t see political heroes anymore. The News calls them Terrorists without any real description of what they did. “ Oh yes, it was a road-side bomb or something other…” They gave Avacab Fattah life in prison for refusing US militants access to his home. A name you will never find on Google, CNN, or FOX, this man was a personal friend of an Arabic teacher I once had. A simple action that was out of the “Norm” and instead of starting a wave, it was punished with extreme prejudice. Oh yes, and the story would read, “ Islamic Terrorist Leader Brought to Justice!” So what? Everyone’s a critic. In fact as you read this, I’m probably in jail for writing this.
Everyone seems to be OK with this mediocre life of just living. You work just as long as you have to and sleep until the time of your death. I propose a challenge, to every person that is forced to do something, disagrees with it, but still keeps doing it. Ask yourself who are you living for. Everyone deserves a legacy, no matter how small. You all want to die heroes. You all want to be heard, seen, discovered, embraced, loved, accepted, necessary… Here is your chance. You can knock out at least 4 of those things by VOTING! The rest require a little more effort. Don’t be the generation that gets skipped when story time comes around. We are the Freak Power Generation. Who amongst you will rise to the great roll call when the load becomes unstable?