Where Are We

by AllSquare

Where are we?

A lot of people don’t like to talk about the Vietnam War. My parents lost lots of friends over there. Dad says we had no business being in that country with our military.

So, what are we doing now?

Are we just going to run Venezuela? Are they “free” now? Are we going to occupy them? Is it a “slam dunk”? Is it about “regime change” or just oil? Was our action to kidnap Nicolás Maduro justified? Was it even legal under international law? Does anyone care? Do other countries have a plan to punish the United States for just yanking a foreign leader out of bed and just annexing his country?

And what is going on in the United States?

Why are jack-booted federal agents firing at U.S. Citizens who are confused and frightened and trying to get their car out of the road? Who the heck is Antifa? Can I join? Do they have a local chapter?

I started this website to promote my comic strip. Having to shut it down late last year was heartbreaking. Paying my writers has become all but impossible. Being disabled and collecting a check is hard for a Florida Man from the Volunteer State. I just have too much spunk and energy to sit around and watch streaming services and goof off online. Doing something with my life is just a dream I cannot give up on.

And I am doing something with my life.

I’m raising my voice and my fist in solidarity with my fellow Americans and people around the world who just want peace and sanity.

Doing it here is not going to stop until somebody stops me.

I am willing to dig deep and make sacrifices in order to fight for a better world for the children of other people. It’s a huge relief that I didn’t bring any of my own into the world.

I included a photograph in the public domain that serves as a collage of the havoc America wreaked in Vietnam under both Republican and Democrat presidents. Let’s just do that shit again, shall we? Let’s do it on our soil. Why not?

Let’s figure out why and how our Trusted Public Servants are ganging up to blame an innocent motorist for catching lead behind the wheel of her van. They are calling her a “terrorist.”

Wow. I’m sure glad I lost my driver’s license a while back. One less thing to be afraid of in the good ol’ US of A.

Launching into a rant here was not what I had planned. If it’s entertaining, more power to you. It would be great if I had more to say. But at this point, I’m mostly speechless about the fact that things are getting steadily worse in America and around the world due directly to the fact that people in my country were too selfish to share it.

“This Land is Your Land…This Land is My Land…”

Can we sing that with a straight face anymore?

And no. I’m not just a keyboard warrior in my mom’s basement. It’s not 1998. Being online and raging against the administration is protected speech, but it’s not much more than a hop, skip and a jump away from being an arrestable offense that can be explained away to the satisfaction of our now spineless media.

Ten trips to the psych ward. There are people who want to leave me locked up in there.

It’s not a conspiracy theory anymore.

America’s streets are becoming more dangerous due to federal and government action.

Cops are making our streets dangerous.

Going to repeat that just because I am in the mood to have it flagged as redundant.

Cops are making our streets dangerous.

Many Americans see themselves as warriors in a battle against police and potentially our own military.

And that’s becoming less and less of an alarming mental-health red flag.

Everybody’s not schizophrenic.

Schoolteachers and poetry enthusiasts are preparing to lose their lives at the hands of so-called “law-enforcement.”

That used to be the stuff only one kid in Geometry class talked about too much, leading to parent-teacher conferences and trips to the principal’s office.

Renee Good wrote poetry and was married to another woman.

That makes her a hero automatically.

Poets make great heroes.

Cowards in uniform don’t.

We have a Second Amendment for a reason. And I am not planning on doing anything crazy. I will be unarmed. But more incidents like the one in Minneapolis are headed our way.

They just are.

We are living through a 1984 novel.

George Orwell might be impressed by the fight Americans are willing to put up.

But as always, we here encourage everyone to practice peace and non-violence.

It’s the other guy I’m worried about. My dream is peace. My weapon is the word.