My dad doesn't think it can happen. The cards are already stacked, and what happens now is just noise.

He may very well be correct - it's more likely than not. But right is right, and I can't just sit back resignedly and wait for the worst to happen to my neighbors and my child, any more than I can just sit back and wait for the worst to happen to me. They may say I'm doomed, I may even think they are probably right, but I'm not going to go quietly.

So. Here's a bit of noise, and I've written to my representatives in D.C. to make sure they can hear it. They can plug their ears, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't speak the truth.


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Roberta said...

I know what you mean...squeaky wheel and all. Hugs to you and yours.