Aug 15, 2017

After 9/11 I was tempted to re-enlist. My dad asked me not to. So did a few friends.

War seemed inevitable.

So I took my pent up energy, went to NYC and volunteered.

Shortly thereafter, still full of untapped anxiety, I volunteered to be a Guardian Ad Litem in Ohio.

It came up again last night when a dear friend asked me to reach out to another friend who seemed more than a little frustrated and angry about the events in Charlottesville and the prospect of that kind of shit continuing to happen.

On yesterday's post I ranted and raved about punching Nazis. I take none of it back.

But I would be irresponsible if I didn't point out that I was raging in writing. It keeps me sane.

Defend yourself, absolutely. Protect you and those you love, always.

But don't go looking for a fight.

Not a physical one, anyway.

Call them racists, not alt right. Don't give them that cover and correct anyone who does.

Love as passionately as they hate.

Engage in dialogue. Yes, it will frustrate the fuck out of you. Do it anyway.

Look out for the little guy. The one who would be their target of hate and also their target for recruitment. If you know someone marginalized, looking for a tribe of his own, reach out.

Then lean in.

And when all that angst and anger bubbles to the surface look around and find a place you can help. Look for some small way you can make this world a little bit better.

Then do the thing.

Good pep talk.

I love you, awesome nerds!

Titty sprinkles!


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