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Dear People, Brothers, Sisters, Citizens of the Emergent Nation
I am here to tell you what you already know, what you feel in your bones and fear in your hearts.
You see it coming, yet are blind to what it means. You don't want to hear it, but still you listen.
You know what I'm about to say. Don't you?
The answer is already there: on the tip of your tongue, on the edge of your seat, in the pit of your stomach, in the air around you.
Don't worry, my friends, we will get to the question. Our country, our world, is ailing.
We take our pulse in the daily news but the symptoms are clear, and our temperature keeps rising.
Hope dangles from a thread, unraveling over a pool of dread.
During commercial breaks from Dancing With the Stars we watch the smoke rising from our cities,
we hear the distant thunder creeping closer, and open another cold one.
We worship the rich and famous, our gleaming media gods. We pray and grope for money and sex, but the fun has gone out of both.
There are no blessings that can cover the cost. Even Dionysius has failed us.
We are tired to death of being pimped by politicians, of watching the apocalypse in 3-D.
Let's raise our hands and light the fuse for what comes next:
a merging, a massing, a movement of equals not led but unleashed,
not spoken but heard, not explained but understood. The revolution will not be YouTubed. The revolution will not be Googled.
The revolution with not be Facebooked. The revolution will be alive, in mind space and real space,
a militia of morphing minions. Seeing with a billion eyes.
Thinking with a billion brains. Moving on a billion feet. Stepping together into the New Now. Our now.
Right now. Across this frayed and fractured republic we hear the same watered-down wisdom:
We should have seen it coming. We've been here before. We have only ourselves to blame.
It's true that we have merrily planted the seeds of our own destruction, that gluttony
and denial have left us bloated and groggy. But self-laceration and rock-hard abs will
not bring physical or spiritual redemption. Fate has other plans for us.
This time, we will save ourselves by saving each other. This time, we will sound the clarion call before the rains come.
This time, we are the flood.