The fear peddlers

So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is…fear itself – nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance. – Franklin Delano Roosevelt

You know – there is a market

for this – the selling of terror

to the blanket crowd where

hoaxes are as common as the

ants in my garden. There is no

judgement on the content

of character when terror

owns your soul.

And they want to own your soul,

you know they do. So they

turn this fist of fear into

teargas and bullets of

rubber, throwing weapons

at the dwellers of peace,

whether it be in Kenosha or

at the Pettus Bridge. The place

names may differ, but the

actors are the same.

And perhaps you will listen

to them, buy their

conspiracies, live in the

house of dread. But just

in case courage gives you

a peek at something

different, something as

sublime as the tomato

on the vine, then join with

me and we will face the anger

and hate that is ripping at

the very fabric of those words-

all men are created equal.

We will climb the mountain,

looking ahead to the summit. And yes,

I know that a cliff is a scary place

to be, a place all too easy

to fall from. But if you don’t

venture onto the

cliff you cannot look

into the ravine. And then how

will you ever know how

far you have come?