Throwback Thursday #14: 2003

My Journal Entry from January 23rd, 2003.  I am 22 years old about to head on a journey out west.  I have political thoughts.

My Journal Entry from January 23rd, 2003. I am 22 years old about to head on a journey out west. I have political thoughts.

Translation:

I am at a complete loss of words
at the state of my union.
For it is mine… Declared my own
the day I was born
And hell be to the capitalistic pigs
to take my rights away from me.
Justices Supreme let the people down
Handing the golden grown to a
“compassionate” clown.
Who’s minions manipulated the beliefs
of an already weakened populace
Strung to their T.V.’s in place of
their lives. Hypnotized by CNN,
Fox News and other fascist lies.
See, I live at the level
one floor above poverty and I see
the bullshit that politicians are
prophesizing.  The plastic pity in
their glassy eyes promising futures
on the strength of shiny dimes
Shouting out hope, suppling the
need for dope and condemning the takers
to garnish the vote.
Their wallets getting fatter
their accounts ever larger
Their gluttony is the only
Weapon of Mass Destruction I am aware of.
I spit in their faces.
I piss on their lawns.
Give me a wage to live on.
Give me an assurance of health
not an insurance of debt.
Even if you say you give me my voice,
you fucking take the rest.
This country was based on democracy
and the power of the people
to decide the future they choose.
And if you think 50 million people
will step aside for your
thievery ride. Think again.
Truth is real
and falsity will eventually lose.

1/23

The March to War. 2003.  Our very political statement on the front of our house that the city eventually forced us to take down.  Pure Politics: to be untainted with age, hyperbole and crotchety cynicism!

The March to War. 2003. Our very political statement on the front of our house that the city eventually forced us to take down. Pure Politics: to be untainted with age, hyperbole and crotchety cynicism!

 

I am 22 years old.  I’ve met Roland and we are currently planning our journey out west to move to Oregon.  Bush v. Gore was just decided and I obviously didn’t agree with the court ruling.  At this time in my life, I was learning to play guitar and had a few songs I wrote under my belt, and I believed that this was going to be another in my long line of masterpieces.  It was only a matter of time until I became Ani DiFranco.  Still Waiting.

It should be obvious to my followers that I am a “political person”.  I have opinions and no qualms about sharing these opinions with others.  Add to this the conviction and concreteness of the 22 year old nature and I was a power house of idealistic empowerment.  I knew I was changing the world.  Just by writing out these thoughts, I was shifting the cosmic deck to my hands.  Knowledge is Power and if I could just spread this knowledge than people would have epiphanies all over me and I would be the messiah of the new age of enlightenment.  Not that I suffer from any type of Jesus Complexes.

There are so many brilliant little bits in this poem.  I would love to write a whole song/play/novel centered on “Shouting out hope, supplying the need for dope and condemning the takers to garnish the vote”.  The cycle of the Drug War is one of the major contributors of the demise of the working middle class. I believe that it is a tool for maintaining a system of have and have-nots.

“Give me a wage to live on. Give me an assurance of health not an insurance of debt.”  I still believe that there are three things we can do to drastically improve everyone’s lives: Living Wages.  Healthcare for All. Free Education into Working Positions Guaranteed. 1. Provide the means educationally, from pre-school to college or vocational school,  for people to enter the workforce doing work that makes them happy while providing a service or product for the population.  2. Give the workers a wage where they can easily afford a home, transportation, food and reasonable recreation.  3. Provide preventative health care for free and affordable solutions for emergencies.

The one part that, with age, makes me laugh (and inwardly cry for the death of that innocence) “And if you think 50 million people will step aside for your thievery ride, think again.  Truth is real and falsity will eventually lose.”  I would love to believe that people wouldn’t step aside, but again and again people surprise me with how much they will withstand and ignore to maintain the semblance of their superiority.  I am not sure if falsity will eventually lose.  I am not sure if the right will always come up on top.  If the white hats always win in the duel at high noon.  I have watched now, too many times, ignorance trumping honesty.  I have seen comfort overpower truth.  I, myself, have chosen to opt out of taking a stand because it would be too hard to stand for something when I have tickets to the baseball game, when I know Mad Men will be on that night, or when I don’t know if I can go without checking my facebook newsfeed.  How many times have I stepped aside?

I wish I could bottle the convictions I felt at age 22.  KNOWING I was right.  KNOWING that the truth really does set people free.  The heart break of watching other people not realize how dire, how important all these thoughts, all these things were to the world, to humanity, to my country.  Oh, to just be able to open that bottle and pull 22 year old, dreadlocked Tricia out and let her loose on the world again.  Let her dominate conversations about the “capitalistic pigs” and “Justices Supreme” and the “minions who manipulate the beliefs of an already weakened populace.”  Oh please, someone market this so I can purchase it with my tainted green papers.

 

SIDE NOTE:

For my followers of my blog:  I have an extra treat for you:  I was able to obtain a photo of me and Chris at Homecoming (see Throwback Thursday #6: 1995)  ENJOY!!

Chris and I at Homecoming.  We are ADORABLE!!! LOVE IT!

Chris and I at Homecoming. We are ADORABLE!!! LOVE IT!

 

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2 Responses to Throwback Thursday #14: 2003

  1. culturemonk says:

    lots of interesting thoughts

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