This Blog Kills Fascists

That is a picture of Woody Guthrie and his guitar.
Many people told Woody to sit down and shut up, to quit talking about corrupt corporations and governments, to quit singing about the trials and tribulations of the working man. Most of those people are forgotten. But not Woody.
Woody put the words, “This Machine kills fascists” on his guitar because he new that fearlessly telling (and singing) truth to power would eventually bring down power built on lies and corruption.

American history is filled with protesters, agitators, and annoying truth tellers who would not do the polite thing and just sit down and shut up: Martin Luther King Jr., Abbey Hoffman, Woody Guthrie, those guys who dumped all that tea into Boston Harbor, and many many many more. America remembers these people and honors them. We do not remember the countless millions who were polite and didn’t make a scene, who worked quietly through channels, who were civilized and allowed those more powerful than them to lie and cheat and steal.

Now I wish that I could say that the Democratic (or even the Republican) party had leaders in it who were willing to tell the truth to power, to call a lie a lie. But I don’t see that happening. No disrespect to John Conyers and the handful of politicians who do a better job than most, but as a group our elected representatives have failed us and show no signs of growing a conscience or a backbone any time soon.

So the responsibility falls to us: the normal citizens who have been so busy living our lives that we have delegated our responsibility to others. We have to stand up one person at a time and tell the truth, agitate, get in the faces of the government that does not represent us any longer. We need to make it clear that government will work for the benefit of all or we will fire these corporate cronies and elect a new government.

This will be a slow process. But we have no other choice. Keep on agitating. Keep on telling the truth. Keep on resisting the lies. Keep on marching and organizing. Keep shining light on the dark secret corners of Washington DC and we will see the cockroaches run. And once in a while we may be able to smash a roach or two.

We have these bastards out numbered. Keep on keeping on.

This Blog Kills Fascists.