Let’s go, Brenda. Are you ready? It’s time to counter the wink-nod of Brandon and their bitter code of violence. If you’re like me, you’re done with the revved-up trucks with their flags snapping viciously, roaring along roads or kissing your bumper because you’re in their way.
You ARE the way!
Let’s go, Brenda. Tear down that wretched flag with the coiled snake. Yes, you can tread on me if you need a lift. Our banner will be a heart of rainbow colors, flanked to the left by an eagle with a sculptor’s mallet in its talons, and with it, we’ll create a new landscape of hope. On the right is a hawk with bright and attentive eyes, and the hawk will not look away, even when the truth hurts.
Let’s go, Brenda. Our steps upon the Earth will be light and respectful of her frailties, and our holy days will celebrate Her glory. We will worship in caves and open-air temples, in churches and town halls, in living rooms and at campfires on the ocean’s shore. Wherever we come together, we will honor the Great Spark of divinity in all of us.
Let’s go, Brenda! It is time for you to stomp in the mud with your daughters and play dolls with your sons and to dance with both of them. We will send none of them to war but will choose farms and gardens and heaving acres of forests. We will train them to be architects and scientists and artists, visionaries whose hearts burst with the need to serve.
Let’s go, Brenda. We will demand governance, by the people and for the people, and subtract politics and corruption from it. We will rule by the law of infinite halves because you know we will always have a remainder if we divide our riches to share. I will give you half of my bread, and you shall give half of yours to another, and together we will feed our neighbors. Greed will be outlawed.
Let’s go, Brenda. Let’s build a movement – no, more than a movement – let’s build a world where children can go to school without lockdown drills and fear of disintegrating hail fire of bullets. We will forgive our brothers for their errors of omission and our sisters and for leaving us. We will march by the millions, in numbers so strong they cannot stop us. We will be a tide, a flood of purple and gold, laying down our bodies in front of bulldozers and armies.
Let’s go, Brenda! Join us, whether you’re named Mary, or Joy, or Steve, or David. We will swell our ranks with fathers and brothers and sons, who know their strength lies in their vulnerability. You can sing and rage and weep, and you will be embraced here among us.
You ARE the way!
Let’s go, Brenda. Tear down that wretched flag with the coiled snake. Yes, you can tread on me if you need a lift. Our banner will be a heart of rainbow colors, flanked to the left by an eagle with a sculptor’s mallet in its talons, and with it, we’ll create a new landscape of hope. On the right is a hawk with bright and attentive eyes, and the hawk will not look away, even when the truth hurts.
Let’s go, Brenda. Our steps upon the Earth will be light and respectful of her frailties, and our holy days will celebrate Her glory. We will worship in caves and open-air temples, in churches and town halls, in living rooms and at campfires on the ocean’s shore. Wherever we come together, we will honor the Great Spark of divinity in all of us.
Let’s go, Brenda! It is time for you to stomp in the mud with your daughters and play dolls with your sons and to dance with both of them. We will send none of them to war but will choose farms and gardens and heaving acres of forests. We will train them to be architects and scientists and artists, visionaries whose hearts burst with the need to serve.
Let’s go, Brenda. We will demand governance, by the people and for the people, and subtract politics and corruption from it. We will rule by the law of infinite halves because you know we will always have a remainder if we divide our riches to share. I will give you half of my bread, and you shall give half of yours to another, and together we will feed our neighbors. Greed will be outlawed.
Let’s go, Brenda. Let’s build a movement – no, more than a movement – let’s build a world where children can go to school without lockdown drills and fear of disintegrating hail fire of bullets. We will forgive our brothers for their errors of omission and our sisters and for leaving us. We will march by the millions, in numbers so strong they cannot stop us. We will be a tide, a flood of purple and gold, laying down our bodies in front of bulldozers and armies.
Let’s go, Brenda! Join us, whether you’re named Mary, or Joy, or Steve, or David. We will swell our ranks with fathers and brothers and sons, who know their strength lies in their vulnerability. You can sing and rage and weep, and you will be embraced here among us.
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