my mind boggles as to why we continue to back warmongers. I am truly baffled by the politics of the day (not naivete, rather stunned why we would chose self imposed annihilation over peace, time and time again). I believe in part that it is the absence of the divine feminine in our politics and our ways of being that thwart any possibility of a truly peaceful existence with nature.
Over the past three days, during IWD events, I was asked by three different people if I would run as a political candidate for their party. This is laughable since my gutter language and affinity for the strange would alone send me into political exile. Nothing less than smashing the state is going to save us now. And i am ready to smash. Not with violence but with love. Yes, I would be laughed out of politics for my hippie ways, but perhaps there is another kind of leadership emerging. One that doesn't need oval offices and fancy new curtains or a military apparatus that leaves its own people starving and impoverished.
As capitalism crumbles i will take a front row seat, tearing down walls and challenging colonialist ways. My ancestors were colonizers. Probably victims too, of politics that left them poor and desperate and willing to conquer others for a taste of comfort. I wear the badge of privilege as a scarlet letter. But I choose to turn shame into empowerment. I will lead, not in offices, in endless meetings disconnected to the people. I will meet you in the streets and mark my words, this revolution will most definitely include dancing and laughter, and love. VIVA LA REVOLUCION!
