It’s called AOH. Apparently.
Have you ever had that moment, when it just clicks? The metaphors and cliches describing the the moment are myriad. It dawned on me. I was struck by the notion. Then I saw it clear as day.
I was reading Booman’s recent observation about the press yet again seeming to manipulate things in an anti-Obama way. And Boise Lib’s take on finger gate. And plasticseapolluter’s catch of the job the foreign press is doing on our country’s embrace of torture and terror tactics, while the U.S. media more or less ignores these crimes. And OPOL’s ode to a love — and to a life as an activist artist.
Just reading on a Sunday morning, when I couldn’t sleep. And I got it. Got something. Finally. Something I’ve maybe known. But I got it. Like when the lightning hit the Flying Spaghetti Monster on the road to Ragu.
It doesn’t matter what “they” say. It doesn’t matter what “they” do. It doesn’t matter who “they” are. “They” can’t seem to stop the forces that are making our society able to communicate in real time on a peer-to-peer basis.
You tube? It’s not just a reference for northern Michiganders getting out on the Rifle River anymore.
Blaaugg? Not a slight lapse in etiquette after a particularly satisfying meal.
Sell phone? Not a question for the lady running the garage sale, as you express interest in the old Bakelite rotary model.
I haven’t watched the television in a long, long time.
Our ability to communicate is ripping the lid off democratic forces. They can’t control it. They must be scared to death. There is no one-source, one-way mass media to stuff it down our throats.
Obama is going to upset Hillary Clinton. Something he should have never done. Not in the old world. Our country is going to elect a vibrant, wonderful black man as president. (And I’m not wearing blinders, I know he is flawed — but to me he seems a whole hell of a lot more like “us” than any other candidate in my lifetime). We’re going to elect him, because a majority of us who see him, like and respect and are inspired by him.
Not because he is a favorite of corporate donors. Or party insiders. Or the media class that tells us what to think.
They are loosing their grip on us. We are the revolution. And it really won’t be televised. Who’d of thunk.
Truly. Audacity of Hope.