Torch holders. Muslim Bashers. Human rights annihilators. Their presents begs for your reaction! Inertia atrophies! So there was a guy named Danny who recently befriended me and real-life because I refused to eat his conservative rhetoric or be persuaded to his side on immigration reform was reduced to name calling. Danny lost his cool. Then there’s my BFFs Danielle and Kelly proud trans women fighting the very Dogma Danny regurgitated to me on that Black Tuesday. Dogma and stigma and War oh my my! Then there’s my particular predisposition to see things from yet another Paradigm; preacher’s kid, wild and Untamed, Southern gentlewoman, librarian rapper, unexpected! Polite and kind fiery sisters to a well of rage and resentment so dark that M Night shalaman turns his head. I feel useless to my resistor sisters and wholly inept due to the white-hot fury in my belly. Danielle’s Paradigm Period. full-on extra extra. read all a fucking Bout It . Against The Machine’s she yells “what about me too?” while I policy for legislative change. All of us-- even Danny-- have a place in history. progress is the product of conflict and you might find us around the campfire at about 4:20 in Wonder of our Collective paradigms power!
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