Milo Yiannopoulos’s Pedophilia is Okay! Huh? The Right’s tender Forgiveness

Milo Yiannopoulos’s Pedophilia is Okay! Huh? The Right’s tender Forgiveness

Wow, a far cry from the incessant and continuing mockery of Anthony Weiner, who, by the way, the Left abandoned with, well, abandon, Weiner (Beavis and Butthead snicker- you know you want to) was merely a two-timing perv, whose uninspired use of a cellphone was used as a bludgeon against Hillary Clinton by an ultra-moralistic and outraged Right.

Contrast that to their reaction regarding this weekend’s revelations about an interview in which Breitbart editor (One heartbeat away from Trump’s advisor)  Milo Yiannopoulos defended male pedophilia. If they mentioned the scandal at all, Rightwing commentators were either celibate (see what I did there?) on condemnation, or stopped just short of blaming it all on the Left.

Rush Limbaugh teased the idea of the Left being responsible for bringing down yet another wholesome icon of the Right. Recall some years ago never actually proven claims that Limbaugh junkets to the Caribbean allegedly involved underage children. Then there is Dan Proft, the pompous, who called Yiannopoulos “fearless” in a long, honorary funeral epitaph for the fallen hero.

There is a thread here. These men are the populist tip of the spear ostensibly for the evangelical protestant effort to inculcate the schools, our legal system and politics, not with generic religious morality, but with fundamentalist biblical doctrine. Interesting that within that is also a complete blackout on a pattern of pedophilia within the evangelical protestant community which dwarfs the scandals in the Catholic Church. Haven’t heard about it? That’s because evangelical protestants predominate on Rightwing radio.

A 1990 study from the Freedom from Religion Foundation, a religiously founded effort to protect the separation of church and state against fundamentalist religionists found that 58% of clergy arrested for pedophilia were protestant, despite overwhelming focus on Catholic clergy and virtually none on evangelicals. Billy Graham’s grandson, Boz Tchividjian, was quoted in 2013, saying, “Protestants can be very arrogant when pointing to Catholics.” Tchividjian, executive director of Godly Response to Abuse in the Christian Environment (GRACE), which has investigated sex abuse allegations, called the crisis “worse” than in the Catholic church.

Boz Tchividjian, a Liberty University law professor who investigates abuse, told journalists that the Christian mission field is a “magnet” for sexual abusers. For now, it would appear, they have cover in Rightwing apologists in the media who are more concerned with subverting American inclusivity with a narrow Biblical perspective. Then again, maybe they have something to hide…



Oil Lamp Theater Announces Production of The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden By WC Turck Directed by Artistic Director Keith Gerth March 9 through April 16, 2017

Oil Lamp Theater Announces Production of The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden By WC Turck Directed by Artistic Director Keith Gerth March 9 through April 16, 2017


February 14, 2017

Glenview, IL – Executive and Artistic Director Keith Gerth and Associate Artistic Director Stephen Smith announce Oil Lamp Theater’s next show of the 2017 season, The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden, a contemporary comedy by Chicago native WC Turck. This presentation, directed by Keith Gerth, will be performed from March 9 through April 16, 2017 at 1723 Glenview Road in Glenview.

The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden is a thought-provoking satire that tackles important questions of freedom and privacy. As the play opens, a “press conference” is scheduled in Terminal F of Moscow’s Sheremetyevo International Airport. Audiences are introduced to Edward Snowden (Nick Bryant) by his alluring Russian “minder,” Natasha (Lara Dohner). She tells us that Snowden, the infamous former CIA employee who revealed details about classified U.S. government surveillance programs in 2013, is making himself available for questions from the “press” – the audience in the theater – who are encouraged to submit questions for Snowden via social media using their smartphones. So begins an evening of immersive and interactive theater that takes audiences on a thought-provoking journey into the chilling world of global data-gathering and surveillance.

Snowden’s appearance at this press conference is monitored not only by Natasha – whom we learn is an agent of the Russian intelligence service – but also by Flenkins (JT Nagle), an American NSA operative. Flenkins takes frequent opportunities to remind Snowden that he is now an “enemy of America” guilty of treason. As the two trade pointed barbs and taunts, this sardonic comedy offers thought-provoking revelations about the security state and contemporary spy culture. Snowden, who acknowledges that his life “has become a bit complicated,” describes the circumstances that led him to do what he did, and encourages us to consider what his revelations might mean for both the democracy and the civil rights we take for granted.

Snowden outlines some of the frightening realities of the modern information state, making it clear that our understanding of information technology is being outpaced by the technology itself. He warns that we really don’t understand the risks associated with the technology that has slowly trickled into our lives in recent years. This “invasion” is best exemplified by the smartphone, a seemingly innocuous device that has become almost indispensable for most of us. During his “press conference,” Snowden points out that our government not only knows virtually everything about us, but that global surveillance has made our faith in the idea of personal privacy both misguided and dangerously naïve.

This thought-provoking black comedy raises many questions, among them: Is all this new information-gathering technology a blessing or a curse? Is our global security system a safeguard against terrorism or a threat to our civil rights and democracy? Is Edward Snowden a hero or a traitor? The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden takes no stand either way on these questions, leaving it to viewers to decide for themselves.

Rounding out the cast of this provocative satire are Katie Schwaber as a cynical airport gate agent and Rob Weinstein as an American traveler lost in the airport.

The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden premiered in Chicago in 2013. This Oil Lamp production marks only the second time this important play has been professionally staged.

The cast of The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden features Nick Bryant as Edward Snowden, Lara Dohner as Natasha, the FSB Agent,  JT Nagel as Agent Flenkins of the NSA, Katie Schwaber as the Gate Attendant and Rob Weinstein as The American Traveler. Ben Harvey serves as Stage Manager.

 W.C. Turck (Playwright) is a radio host, activist and the author of three novels and a war memoir. His first novel, Broken: One Soldier’s Unexpected Journey Home, was recommended by NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness) for its treatment of PTSD. His second book, Everything for Love: A Memoir of Love and War, recounts his experiences during the Bosnian conflict and the siege of Sarajevo. His most recent book, Shoot Down, is a study of the events leading up to the shoot-down of Malaysia Flight 17 that killed all 283 passengers and 15 crew on board. It takes a comprehensive look at the growing crisis to safety in civil aviation. Turck also hosted a weekly TV and radio show “Revolution and Beer,” with co-host Brian Murray. Previously, Turck worked in the airline industry for both Lufthansa and United Airlines. He is an expert in Balkan and European History, Nationalism, PTSD and Issues of genocide and racism. He lives in Chicago with his wife and three rescue cats, Smudge, Oliver and Jinx. For more information, visit

Keith Gerth (Artistic Director and Director) founded Oil Lamp Theater in 2005. Prior to establishing the Theater, which was located in the Lakeview neighborhood of Chicago, Keith held a number of positions with wide-ranging skills. After high school, Keith was a carpenter for eight years with Murray Countertops in Streator, Illinois. Keith left that position in 1989 to obtain a degree in Financial Accounting from Illinois State University. Keith graduated with honors and began working for the global professional services firm of Deloitte in 1991 and became a Certified Public Accountant. He worked at Deloitte for fifteen years in the Audit and Assurance practice, which he retired from in 2005 at the level of Director. Keith was professionally trained in acting at Act One Studios in Chicago, Illinois. Keith has been actively involved in the community through Chicago Cares and has served as a board officer for The Illinois Fatherhood Initiative and the Glenview Art League. Keith has also served on the board of Factory Theater in Chicago. Keith is married to Carole Flamm. They live in Northbrook.

Performances of The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden are presented Thursdays through Sundays, with evening performances at 8:00pm and Saturday and Sunday matinees at 3:00pm. Tickets are $35 and include complimentary cookies and soft drinks. Oil Lamp Theater is BYOB with complimentary corkage and glasses. The complete performance schedule and tickets are available at 847-834-0738 or online at Group rates are available.



At Oil Lamp Theater we seek to offer our guests opportunities to experience our theatrical works in a deeper way.  Along those lines, we recommend the following materials:

 Citizenfour – HBO Films (Video, 2014 – 1 hour, 54 min.)

Documentary-maker Laura Poitras follows Edward Snowden and covers the NSA spying scandal that shocked the world. Citizenfour is a tense real-life thriller with unprecedented access to Snowden as he reveals classified documents pertaining to mass illegal invasions of privacy by the NSA. Citizenfour received critical acclaim upon release, and received numerous accolades, including the Academy Award for Best Documentary Feature at the 2015 Oscars.

 Terminal F: Chasing Edward Snowden (Video, 2015 – 58 min.)

Strikingly photographed and sharply edited, this documentary, directed by John Goetz, Poul-Erik Heilbuth, presents a solid primer on the position Snowden held at the NSA, his motivations for exposing sensitive and potentially damaging materials, and the reality of his life as one of the most notorious whistleblowers in American history. This film offers fresh and revealing insights along the way, thanks to interviews with his father, his co-workers, former NSA Director Michael Hayden, WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange, reporter Glenn Greenwald, and Snowden himself.

 Edward Snowden’s TED talk: Here’s How We Take Back the Internet (Video, March 2014 – 35 min.)

Appearing by telepresence video feed, Edward Snowden speaks at TED 2014 about surveillance and Internet freedom. The right to data privacy, he suggests, is not a partisan issue, but requires a fundamental rethink of the role of the internet in our lives — and the laws that protect it. “Your rights matter,” he says, “because you never know when you’re going to need them.” Chris Anderson interviews, with special guest Tim Berners-Lee.

No Place to Hide: Edward Snowden, the NSA, and the U.S. Surveillance State by Glenn Greenwald (Book, 2014 – 330 pp.)

In May 2013, Greenwald set out for Hong Kong to meet an anonymous source who claimed to have astonishing evidence of government spying and insisted on communicating only through heavily encrypted channels. That source turned out to be the twenty-nine-year-old NSA contractor Edward Snowden.  His revelations about the agency’s widespread, systemic overreach proved to be some of the most explosive and consequential news in recent history, triggering a fierce debate over national security and information privacy.

Greenwald fits the pieces together, recounting his eleven-day trip to Hong Kong, examining the broader implications of the surveillance detailed in his reporting for The Guardian, and revealing fresh information on the NSA’s unprecedented abuse of power with documents from the Snowden archive. No Place to Hide has sparked outrage around the globe and also been hailed by voices across the political spectrum as an essential contribution to our understanding of the U.S. surveillance state.


Oil Lamp Theater is located in downtown Glenview, Illinois, at 1723 Glenview Road. Free parking lots are available immediately west of the theater and across the street. Street parking is also available throughout downtown Glenview. Handicap parking is available adjacent to the theater.

The theater may be reached by car (approximately one mile west of I-94) or by Metra (three blocks east of Milwaukee District/North – Glenview Station).  For more information on traveling to Oil Lamp Theater, visit

Title:            The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden

By:              W.C. Turck

 Dates:         First performance, community night and press opening: Thursday, March 9, 8:00pm

Closing performance: Sunday, April 16, 3:00pm


Schedule:    Thursdays through Sundays. Evening performances at 8:00pm, Sunday matinees

at 3:00pm.

Location:     Oil Lamp Theater, 1723 Glenview Road, Glenview

Prices:         All performances $35

Group and student rates are available

Box Office: 847-834-0738;


Over the past eleven years, Oil Lamp Theater has been dedicated to the presentation of traditional theater in an immersive, intimate setting. Under the executive and artistic leadership of Keith Gerth, Oil Lamp Theater has welcomed more than 30,000 guests into its unique, inviting venues. In March, 2012, Oil Lamp Theater was incorporated at a not-for-profit theater and established its current 60-seat location in downtown Glenview. The professional company performs plays that present and appeal to core American traditional values relevant to current issues. Oil Lamp Theater welcomes patrons as family, encouraging a personal atmosphere and artist interactions to emphasize human emotional connections.

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Next week I will cohost a Debate on Citizen’s United…

Next week I will cohost a Debate on Citizen’s United…
That debate taping, with cohost Kit Cabello, which will be taped for viewing on a local Chicago channel, and offered online, takes place at The Leadway Bar at 5pm at 5233 North Damen Ave in Chicago. All are welcome to attend. We will also be taking questions from the audience. 
Food for thought ahead of the debate. Two billionaires, for the first time in history will compete for the office of governor of Illinois. Seven of Trump’s cabinet members are worth over a billion. Others, like former Exxon CEO Rex Tillerson are worth hundreds of millions. Men like Steve Mnuchin looted the government and defrauded millions of Middle Class homeowners during the financial crisis to the tune of hundreds of millions of dollars. All of Trump’s fortune is based on hype and strategic debt, and capitalizing off numerous taxpayer funded bankruptcies.
The number of Rightwing billionaires peddling influence and writing legislation exponentially dwarfs anything George Soros might be doing on the Left. Can anyone rightly claim money in politics has any real benefit for the health of our once, and perhaps future Republic? Or is it that the Koch Brothers just love America so much?

Oh, I get why we can’t afford the NEA or NEH.

See, I was just confused, but, I’m okay now. The Trump funhouse has indicated it will eliminate the NEA and the NEH. Who needs art and culture. Get a real job, deadbeats. Business! Business! Business! artists can go to work for advertising agencies, right? Picasso? What was he looking at? Aliens? LOCK HIM UP! Besides, Trump has already allocated those funds.

He has named his posh and very exclusive resort( $200k for a single membership) of Mar-a-Lago as the winter White House. On February 4-5th he went to “conduct” the “nation’s” business, charging US taxpayers more than $3 million Dollars to accommodate Secret Service and staff. This past week another 2 day sojourn tallied at least as much. We can expect at least one more trip this month, saddling taxpayers with a cool $9 million buck tab. He’s already spent about a quarter of what the NEA gave in grants to artists. He, however, spent it on cocktails by the pool, ya know, meaningful stuff.

Extrapolate $9 million/month, and throw in 3 or 4 vacations, of say a week, at $8 million a piece, and that brings us to…whoa, well look at that, $140 million annually, just a couple million shy of the NEA’s current budget of $146 million. Over the course of 4 years, that’s a cool 1/2 billion. But I guess it’s more important that the money goes into Trump’s pocket/ He owns the place. Where did you think it went?

Rumors of American troops deployed to Syria brought to mind a passage from my e-book, “Burn Down the Sky” a fictionalized story based upon my real experiences on the frontline of the war on terror…

It was a glorious day for shopping. Paris was coming to life again. An early morning rain moved off. The sky had cleared redeeming the day. For Donna it was an absolutely perfect day, except for one small detail. Donna missed Alan desperately. The city was so beautiful, so romantic that she wished he were there with her, holding her hand and making dumb jokes. They would stroll in the evening along the Champs Elysee and take in supper at some quaint, dark Parisian bistro that they would forever refer to as “their place.” After dinner they would return to the hotel and make love if they chose, or simply sit at balcony of their hotel room, wrapped in a blanket, and watch the sun set over Paris.

She thought to go downtown and shop the big department stores. Not that it would take her mind off Alan, but it certainly would prove an adequate diversion. At breakfast Donna met a young couple from Minnesota on their honeymoon. The girl told Donna about a little out of the way shoe salon they had found. For Donna it was simply too much to pass up. Shoes were her ultimate weakness, and the thought of bragging to the girls back home of her “private” little salon made her tingle with excitement.

The salon was near the river, along a shady little street. Pushing through the big glass doors, Donna wanted to scream with excitement. It was if she had discovered the Shangri-la of shoes, and almost thought that she had died and gone to heaven. A saleswoman approached, smiling warmly.

“Bonjour, Madame. Comment ca va?” The woman bowed courteously. The saleswoman was tall and thin, and looked to Donna as if she had just stepped from a fashion runway.

Bonjour,” Donna replied, her eyes moving over shoes displayed in the shop as if they were pieces in a museum, or rare jewels. She could truly feel her heart beating faster, her palms sweating in anticipation of discovering that perfect pair of shoes. “Ca va bien.”

“May I help you?” the woman inquired.

Donna touched the saleswoman’s arm, gushing. She had spent two years studying in Paris after college, but it had been years since she had used any French. Donna was surprised how quickly and comfortably it had come to her again. “You already have, dear. I think I died and went to heaven.”

The woman smiled politely. “If I may be of help.” 

 Donna found a stunning pair of black high heels to go with a cute black dress she’d picked up across town for a relative steal. She smiled thinking that her threatened spree on his card had become instead a search for that perfect outfit to wear when Alan arrived. The saleswoman packaged Donna’s shoes. Swept up in Donna’s infectious excitement she could not contain her smile.

A bientot, Madame.” See you soon, the woman beamed.

Absolutment!” Donna replied. She felt exhilarated by her discovery. Donna could already hear her bragging to girlfriends back home about the salon and the shoes she bought. “A bientot.”

As Donna was leaving the salon a little white Audi pulled to a stop just across the street. The Albanian driver was gaunt and anxious, and appeared, as though he had not slept in some days. He looked nervously around the street, but then caught himself. Taking a deep breath he concentrated on the task at hand. All this anxiety was wasted energy, he told himself. In a few minutes it would all be over. He would soon be with them all again, and that was all that he needed to do to settle himself.

He stared straight ahead, fighting the urge to close his eyes for fear of what the darkness held. Sleep was a curse now, a doorway into a world he wished to be free of forever. It was a world where the screams of the dying, and of those who begged for death and freedom from pain assailed him. He saw them in that dark world, the Serbian paramilitaries charging through the gate, the bullets exploding through the house, tearing at the curtains his mother had sewn, shattering the television, the furniture and everything else. He would forever curse himself that there was no time to think, no time to save anyone but himself. There was only the mad, confusing scramble to the ravine behind the house. He wanted to watch, to witness the horror before him. He would testify one day against the bastards who…but there would be no trials, no accused, no one even to console him. How could there be? Who was there to offer sympathy in a land where everyone had suffered so terribly?

“Oh,” he moaned softly. It was the first real expression of sorrow since that awful day. For almost five years he had carried this grief, haunted by the vision of a daughter raped to death in the yard, and of his father and wife and newborn son burned to ashes in the ruins of his home. What hell can be worse than that? What hell can compare with having no one to cry out in pain because everyone around has suffered equally? But a body cannot carry such things forever, for each soul is like a cup, and his cup had been filled well past overflowing.

 Donna paid no attention to the Audi or the Albanian as she stepped from the salon and bent to fix her stocking. In the distance the sound of sirens could be heard. The sound grew as the Serbian Foreign Minister’s motorcade approached. Donna scanned the street for a taxi. The thought of walking back to the hotel was just too much. She was already looking forward to a long luxurious bath, and room service for dinner. It would be an early night. Donna would dream about surprising Alan at the airport in the morning.

There were few people on the street. There was a mother and two small children. Across the street two Indian-looking men talked casually. A policeman moved slowly among the parked cars, a long yellow ticket book in his hand. He paused from writing parking tickets when he noticed something odd about the man in the white Audi.

The sirens were louder now, echoing among the buildings of the street. Donna hoped that they would pass quickly so as to not spoil the otherwise perfect day. She noticed the policeman had slipped between two parked cars and had just reached the middle of the street, his attention fully on the man in the Audi. Somewhere in the cop’s mind he made the connection between the man and the approaching motorcade. At that moment the Albanian noticed him. 

For an instant the Albanian man’s eyes flashed across the street where they met Donna’s. In that brief instant his gaze was almost sad and apologetic. She felt the man’s bottomless grief and felt her heart going out to him. An instant later the perfect afternoon was violently transformed.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion. The Audi rose and bowed absurdly outwards, as if trying to contain the bright yellow ball growing from within. Silhouetted against the flame the policeman stood frozen at the moment of detonation. In an instant the rapidly expanding flame consumed him. It moved on consuming the two Indian men, the mother and her children before reaching Donna.

There was no sound, no heat and no real pain. There was only the violent interruption of the moment before. The blue sky, birds across the street, and people were replaced by a world of white that erased everything. The force of the blast lifted Donna and snapped her back into the devastated salon.

There was only the fading sound of a distant eruption. Around her everything was dark and so shockingly silent. Her body felt numb and as heavy as if it was made of lead. It took some effort to move even a little, but still parts of her refused to respond. The vision in her remaining eye was foggy, distant and out of focus. Acrid smoke and burnt things made it difficult for her to breathe. The stink of burnt flesh, blood and hair filled her nose.

Donnas mind spun wildly as she struggled to understand what was happening. Trying to sit up she found one arm shattered and useless. Her legs had been torn away mid thigh, but thankfully there was little blood. The intense heat of the blast, which had seared away her clothes and much of her flesh, had cauterized the wounds to some extent. Her mind raced and fought for clarity. It fought to hear for the clear, logical voice of a doctor reminding her that shock was a patient’s worst enemy. That part of her took stock of the terrible damage done to her body. It implored her to fight for life even as the pain came on and her breathing grew shallow. That logical part of her ran through all the treatments for such wounds, the skin grafts, prosthetics, antibiotics, plastic surgery and more. Modern medicine was truly a miracle. There was almost nothing that could not be repaired or replaced as long as a body was willing. She knew that. She knew.

But another voice eclipsed that logical voice. This one resounded more deeply, with a truth and peace Donna had never known before. Too much damage, the voice told her, though she fought it at first. Don’t do this to yourself, it said as she struggled against the darkness enveloping her. She thought of Alan and missed his tender kiss and caring eyes. She thought of making love under the piano, and the tear upon his cheek when they were married. If she could only see him once more, she wished, but that voice came again, this time stronger. It’s okay, the voice told her, it is okay.

Donna lay back upon the floor of the ruined salon, her eye fixed upon the ceiling hanging in tatters above her body. She breathed heavily and felt trapped by her broken body. She breathed once more and felt her spirit break free.

Burn Down the Sky by WC Turck is available at Amazon as an e-book

Poking Holes in Stupid

Sometimes it is just too easy. Take for example the resignation of General Michael Flynn, the only National Security Advisor, and the highest ranking cabinet member to resign from his post-not a nomination(That’s important)-in disgrace in 240 years of American history. The junta’s (I refuse to call it an administration) mafia-lawyers(You’re honor, my client is innocent, as the victim clearly stabbed himself in the back 17 times, drove himself to the harbor wrapped in chains and threw himself in), mafia lawyers in the Rightwing media are already out with the alternative facts to explain away anything that for any other administration would provoke instant outrage and derision. But Trump could devour a living child on TV and Kellyanne Conway and Rush Limbaugh would swear on their smoking bibles that he’s a vegan, and besides, Obama once ate a veal cutlet, and what is that but a BABY cow. Duh-duh-duuuuh!

As the Russian revelations climb ever higher to their Orange-crush in the White House the panic on the Right is at a fever pitch. This shouldn’t happen. The Republicans and their billionaire funders spent literally billions of Dollars monopolizing the public discourse through the gobbling up of 8/10 of the nation’s radio stations, as well as many of the newspapers, a monstrous internet presence and the creation of a talking points network called FOX News. Their task is to saturate the market place with one political party’s message.

Ann Coulter wanna-be, Michelle Malkin’s latest scree, not cited or advertised here, is the Right’s latest attempt at lipstick on a very ugly pig(Sorry, not even Revlon could muster that much make up). That is, there is mounting evidence of not only Russian influence in the 2016 presidential election, but actual collusion between the highest levels of the Trump campaign and Russian Intelligence. More and more of that is confirmed daily. But don’t pay attention to that, look over here at Malkin’s shiny keys.

The spin is that Obama appointees were plagued by scandals as well in their first 100 days. She points to “former Democratic New Mexico Governor Bill Richardson had withdrawn as Commerce Secretary nominee after both liberals and conservatives protested his long record of corruption and incompetence,” and “Democratic South Dakota Sen. Tom Daschle, was also forced to withdraw from his nomination as Obama’s Health and Human Services secretary amid a storm of ethical scandal, conflicts of interest, and tax avoidance.” Both fairly minor posts, and none that entail highly-classified national security intelligence. None of those appointees-appointees were ever sworn in. Flynn, however, was sworn in and was receiving classified information right up until his resignation.

This will be the spin today on the Right. What about Daschle? What about Richardson? Huh? Huh?

Were Richardson and Daschle corrupt? Probably? But just like what has happened with every administration in history, that is what the vetting process is for. Flynn colluded with a foreign power-Russia on the eve of his swearing in, and then went on to serve for three weeks with access to the nation’s greatest secrets. We can only wonder the damage he might have done in that three weeks. Time will tell, even if the Right won’t.

And it is that easy. In a neighborhood business this week. At the counter, several familiar faces were missing. hardworking, neighborly, decent Mexican workers. I asked another employee who said some people are leaving or keeping a low profile for fear of the government. What happens when millions of good people are now fugitives, can’t pay rent of buy food? Children? Can’t return and can’t stay? Fear arrest, miss use, families torn apart, endangered? And so part of the American social disappears quietly,…

…with but a few token flare ups here and there. Feeble and fading outrage, then silence. And then the Muslims. A few flare ups. Silence. Then the army is tasked against “violent” Black “carnage.” Outrage, futility, silence. Maybe the Chinese next in the case of  a war with China, or native Americans over DAPL. Legal immigrants who speak up or act out? Homosexuals for their “sinfulness” or the sick for their “burden.” And who is left? Make them shed your blood in moving you. Be the witness to the world and to one another. If they refuse violence on fellow citizens, those are the redeemable allies. If they harm you, harm the citizen beside you, or the citizen in Arizona, North Carolina, North Dakota, or Ohio make them pay the price of atrocity and injustice. RISE UP! YOU OUTNUMBER THEM 100,000 to one. Overflow their mass graves so that the world will never forget. Overflow their ranks to crush the unjust. Overflow the streets, the hallowed halls, where they live and dismantle them and their perceived power. RISE UP, AMERICANS. Do not become silence. Let your outrage be a spark to revolution, not a means of siphoning off pressure. This is your time. SEIZE IT!