...as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.
My boy Whit alerted me to an effort being spearheaded by Brian and Brave Humans and some of his compadres. He's trying to organize 30,000 bloggers to "to act as a single voice for one moment in time" in response to what appears to be the ongoing marginalization of the voice of Americans in favor of their money or slack-jawed obedience. I'm not sure what that act will be--perhaps to jump up and down at once in hopes of creating a tidal wave that will swamp Taiwan, or perhaps just to make a statement of protest in some vaguely coordinated manner.
I'm not entirely sure I know why, but I signed up. No change is being called for. No agenda has been stated. The trigger event that set this off isn't something that gets my dander up (it fell into the "Ann Coulter is a stupid bitch and should be ignored" file). These things tend to be full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
But they can never be more than that if people like me take that attitude every time.
Sometimes it feels good to be a cell in an organism, or a soldier in an army, or a wing-nut holding Western Civilization together. As much as I like to charge out on my own and single-handedly shoulder the burdens of the world, the thought of joining a collective whole striving for something momentous gives me an altogether different satisfaction.
Get off my case, Bono...it's a start.