I took the day off from work today. I went to a baseball game with a co-worker and another colleague. Had a great time: took the train, watched the game, talked to each other, talked to strangers. It was nice, you know? A break from routine. Anyhoo, upon rolling home (and showering my three year old with souvenirs), I popped open the Moose to give Jsfox’s front-paged post a thorough read. I’d spied it earlier today, trying to peek occasionally via the smart phone, but you know how it is – I was at a ballgame for gad’s sake. So I finally read it once I was settled at home tonight.
Now that I’ve digested it, I’m going to share some of my disjointed thoughts. Freestyle. Actually, I’m likely to rant a bit. If you’re not down with that, don’t click though.
I haven’t really seen any of the comments (so far) in Foxy’s great post, but having read it now (without distraction), I’m bursting and I’ve got to get this out:: JSFox, You are the fucking man. SRSLY, you are the man. You’re out there doing it. The real work. You’re the active in activism.
Don’t get me wrong, folks, I love the goddamned internet. Really, I do. I absolutely love it (the porn alone, wow) but seriously — we need to take our medicine. What we do as ‘bloggers’ isn’t activism. Well, okay, I guess I could be convinced it’s activism of a sort, but let’s all face this straight on: what we do writing ‘diaries’, commenting on blog posts, and getting our panties (either individually or collectively) wadded doesn’t typically amount to a hill of beans.
extra credit: But this is our hill, and these are our beans.
We live in (or don’t, but care for) a big damned country. Very few people do what we do – you know, the whole ‘blogging’ thing. Even fewer agree. We can’t even figure out how to agree to disagree. About anything. It’s kind of joke, right? Listen, I’m not dismissing blogs, but what Foxy’s written about today is the real deal. Going door to door and talking to people. Calling people on the phone. Talking to your neighbors. Talking to your family. Talking to your friends. Face to face.
SRSLY, give me an honest show of hands: how many people reading this are willing to bang a fucking pot in the middle of your nearest grocery store to proclaim that Kos is an a-hole for banning and/or punishing the wrong people on his website? Now don’t get me wrong, what went down with that was dead wrong, and it’s dead serious. There are very real, very meaningful lessons to be learned. Actually, I bet some of you would be more than willing to bang that pot. Hell, slide me a beer and I’ll join in with several skillets and a string band — I’ll soundtrack the thing. Bet hey, let’s talk about how useful that exercise would be.
Picture your grocery store at it’s absolute busiest time. See it? Now bang your pot. Go on, bang the hell out of it. How many people will have the slightest idea what you’re talking about? How many people will care?
Think about this. Imagine it.
Lookit. I fucking love the Moose. I love the fucking people here. I love that new people looking for an open and honest space to speak their minds love us. All of us — all of you, are here because you love something, right? Pick your issue, pick every issue. Whatever it is, you love it enough to come here and talk about it. Now, I say, make it MOAR real. Take that shit meatspace, right? Take it to the next level. Already been next level? Well, do it again. Do it better.
You want change? You want real change? Then do what Foxy does. Use the tubes to learn. Use the tubes to educate. Use the tubes to organize. Then, do something real. Call your congress person. Call your old friend from college or high school. Volunteer. Work for a campaign. Write letters to the editor of your local paper(s). Reach out to people. That’s where it’s at, and where it’s always been. Face to face.
Look at Denise Velez. She’s a mean blog badass who commands instant respect practically everywhere she decides the drop a pixel, AMIRITE? Deo is the fucking bomb! You know it, I know it…but she knows (and I think sometimes we all forget) that this whole blogging thing is nothing but a tool. A tool to do good with, if we so choose.
Sometimes, reading the blogs, I see little but a bunch of good-hearted people running around screaming and fighting about which hammer to stuff up somebody’s ass. We can’t agree on which hammer, or which ass. Come on, you gotta take a step back and recognize: Boy, oh boy are we ever doing this shit wrong. Deo came to blogging why? Because it’s a tool. It’s not the be all, end all. Deo has spent a goddamned lifetime in the trenches. Fighting. Pushing. Risking her life, and now…educating. Why? Because it’s a tool.
I’ve done a fair amount of shit in my life. Active shit to support the kinds of things I believe in. I’ve scrapped together a career of protecting our history and environment. I’ve marched. I’ve protested, canvassed, phone-banked, signed petitions, registered voters, donated money I couln’t afford to donate, given people a lift to the polls. Also: I blog. None of that, alone or together, equals what our Deoliver47 has done. None of it. She’s done more, and for like…forever. I’ll probably never match that impressive record of activism, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be trying to. It’s about doing it, and doing it constantly. From little things to big things. See what I’m driving at? I’m saying, let’s all make sure to keep things in perspective, so we can tell the difference between the ‘big’ things and the ‘little’ things. They’re all good, but we’re losing focus if we neglect the big things in service of the little things.
Lately, people are all having shit fits about somebody editing a fucking wiki page? A wiki page about a fucking blog that a gazillion people in this country have never, ever in their entire lives, heard of? SRSLY?
This is a little thing.
Feel me Moose: I love you all, and I love seeing you here. Honestly though, with this country in the state it’s in, what with our fucked up economy and our stultified politics, I’m not at all ashamed to say that I hope I see a lot less of you. I want us to be busy. We need to be busy. Love the little things, but don’t let that passion sap your energies and effort toward addressing the big things. Let’s get it together, let’s get out there, and let’s get it done. We have a house to win, a senate to protect, and a President to re-elect.
Okay, I’m done. Also: I’m a little drunk. Sorry.
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