The white flash of mercy. Pompeii from the belly of a bomber. Chernobyl at the push of a button.
We are all survivors of the Nuclear-Age, although we are still playing out the Diesel-Punk opera of WWII.
For now, we are Don Quixote chasing windmills and solar-cells as Sancho Panza floods Atlantis with crude.
I don't want Utopia. I just need tomorrow.
We are Anonymous. We are legion. We do not forgive. We do not forget. Expect us - always.
Airships to the Orient. Wind-up rockets to the moon. Goggles, monocles and top-hats. Velcro, spandex and jetpacks.
Steam-powered adventures and rocket-fueled nights.
Romancing the world in a dance of oblivion, we settle for the dreams of another age. A simpler time when Capitalism fought Communism. A more elegant age of colonies and spices.
Escapism from the information deluge with Jules Verne and Asimov. Cyberpunk in the boredom of a child with a tablet pc in its lap.
We've been to the moon and 20,000 leagues under. We've obliterated the atom and mapped the darkest jungle.
Don't rest on Apathy, the god of laziness. Be clever and always pushing limits— fool Father-Time:
Make tomorrow come today.
Would you fight for the
Flag? Bullets flying past, we
All cry: Go For Broke—
Days of Remembrance:
A life less ordinary
Lost in the desert.
"He who is conceived in a cage, yearns for the cage."
The crucible that is America: a battlefield. This pound of flesh is past warranty. Face down in the trenches, we are all scared to pop-up after the covery-fire. No matter how many have fallen before, we have yet to learn self respect— defiance with due dilligence.
The American soldiers of Japanese ancestry in WWII were thrown into the European Theater ahead of the frontline. Their bodies piled up high enough that their families could climb atop their sacrifice, over the fences and wire— only to find themselves alone in the desert, forgotten.
For generations, we buried it all.
Like the bullet fired from a riffle, we couldn't warn the next immigrant group before the hammer fell on their heads. Our flight from the camps was shrouded in shame and fear. We could barely look at our selves.
Advocacy is what I see as the most important reason to have Days of Remembrance. The hate behind Executive Order 9066 lives on in the continued marginalization of those on American shores.
It's time to jump the fence.