Bleeding out....

I keep having this mental imagery of us, as a nation, mortally wounded, standing around at a cocktail party, chatting about inconsequential things, while blood is running down over our red white and blue sequins and pooling on the floor to be licked up by the dogs. We are dying, the beliefs that have formed the basis of who we are as a nation for 200+ years are being destroyed, and we are resolutely ignoring that fact.

I have not been writing political posts. I can't. I can't say how many times I have started to write about what's happening with Padilla and had to stop because my hands started shaking too badly. And that started even before the NSA wiretap story broke.

I would make a heroic stand, except... how? where? what can I do? They are like thieves in the night. I vote. I write letters. I call my Congress people. I express my outrage -- but most of the people I talk to are here in California, in the Bay Area, the bluest region in the country, probably. I talk to my mom and my in-laws when I go back East, respectfully, trying to help them see what is going on, but I can't see where that does all that much good.

I don't know what to do next..

Niemoller talked about how important it was to speak out. He didn't say how to do so so that anyone would listen.