A Hard Rain

Alright folks, this shit’s getting crazy.  What have we come to?  Please tell me this is just a bad dream.

https://www.yahoo.com/movies/cnn-sees-twitter-backlash-over-jews-people-headline-233547124.html

Why?  Why in the world is any news network even giving the time of day to these white supremacist douchebags?  I’m completely done with the term “alt-right”.  Let’s call them what they are.  White supremacist, Nazi douchebags.

I know I’m repeating myself but we cannot stand for this.  All of us, on all sides of the political spectrum, must stand against this.  We have to shout it from the mountain tops.  We cannot pass up even one opportunity to speak out loudly against this.  This is not who we are.  This is not who we want to be. This is not the world we want for our children and for our grandchildren.  Keeping quiet is not an option.  Deflecting from the issue by pointing out some shitty thing that someone has done on the left is unacceptable.  It does not ever excuse this behavior and this point of view.

I don’t care, at this point, who you voted for.  What’s done is done.  I’ve mostly avoided politics on Facebook for the past little while.  Everyone is fatigued by it and plus, I can vent here for the three people in the world interested enough to read it.  Here’s what I’ve seen on Facebook though, concerning all of this white supremacist news.  I’ve seen my friends who I know are on the progressive side of things venting and posting about it. I have yet to see one of the people I know who supported Trump or for that matter, even one of you crazy kids who voted for Gary Johnson, post anything speaking out against this hate.  I know you’re fatigued by the election.  I know you’re sick of political posts.  Me too.  But this shit’s getting real and it has to be addressed.  I know that most of us are good people.  Hell, I know almost all of my Facebook friends personally.  They’re all great people.  Well, except for one or two.  You know who you are.  Just kidding.

Do this for me.  Do it for you.  Speak out.  Post the link from above or something similar and speak out, in your own words.  I know most of you are far more eloquent than I could ever hope to be.  Step up.  Please.

 

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son
And where have you been, my darling young one
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son
And what did you see, my darling young one
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
And what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
And the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

 

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