Make it Personal

¡Hola! Everybody...
I usually hold Saturdays for the arts, but today it’s political. I’m headed out now to a Pro-immigrant rally at Union Square. There are similar rallies being held across the nation. If, like most Americans, the Arizona law essentially legalizing racial profiling while shredding the constitution concerns you; if you’re concerned that basic freedoms are being sacrificed by bigoted goobers from a backward state, then consider lending your voice in opposition to The Arizona immigration law. This isn’t an immigrant rights issue, this is a human rights issue. I wrote the following a while back...

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-=[ Politics ]=-

“The personal is political.”

The personal, as some are so fuckin’ fond of saying, is political. Therefore, if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you love, take it personally.

Get Angry.

The “Machinery of Justice” will not serve you here -- it is slow and unfeeling, and it is theirs -- all of it. Only those without access to power suffer at the hand of Justice; the creatures of the power elite slide out from under with a wink and a grin.

If you want Justice, or even fairness, you will have to snatch it from them.

Make it personal.

Do as much damage as you can. Get your message across. That way you stand a far better chance of being taken seriously next time -- of being considered dangerous. And make no mistake about this: being taken seriously, being considered dangerous, marks the difference -- the only difference in their eyes -- between players and the “little people.” They don't give a damn about respect -- respect has no value for them. You have to make them fear and loathe you.

Players they will make their deals with. Little people they liquidate. And time and again, they justify your liquidation, your displacement, your suffering, and the brutality of it all with the ultimate insult that it’s the way of the world, it’s politics, it’s a tough life, it’s “just business,” and that it’s nothing personal. Well, fuck that...

Make it personal.

Love,

Eddie