At Last Another Dark Days Journal Entry



Hard to soar with eagles
when you are flocking with turkeys.

With apologies to all the rest of the flock.

I quit my resistance group. I am more of a monkey wrench gang member. Apologies to Edward Abbey. And it was becoming far too popular and really mainstream for what was once a secret group in the white male heart of Trump land. 

And for those who want to condemn the snowflakes because they all melt away, let me say that is not what has transpired here. The French underground were not big joiners either. And in the days of Marie Antoinette it was not a public movement until she stood on the platform of the guillotine. I am still resisting. I am still doing all the same things the group I was in did and are doing. I am just not seeking their approval or exposing my actions to their scrutiny.   

Not having to seek their approval is allowing me more time to preserve who I am. What do I gain by resisting if I give up who I am? I am a solo flyer be it raven or eagle. I am an artist who does not fit well into a group. Especially a group which was becoming conscious of its existence as a political entity instead of a movement. The more you quantify yourself the more nailed down you become. The less movement that is possible.

I do miss the group breakfasts and the warrior women dinners but when you become too conscious of what you say and whom you say it to it is time to shut up or leave the room.




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