Tonight...

Welcome to my first April post.

Sorry it's been so long. Busy and such.

Anyway, I am very tired, and I really should be sleeping, but I've kind of got a little rebellious itch tonight.

I think I'm going to write the ACLU. I can't really afford to buy my own lawyer, but they might be able to help. I want to sue my old employer, and my last lawyer dropped my case because it would have been too much work for her to handle on a contingency-fee basis. Well, fuck it then. I think I'll just go straight for the big guns.

It's not about the money. I don't really care if I see a dime. I just really want some justice. I want to use my former employer as an example to "Good Ol' Boys" everywhere that their time is up. It's drawing to a close. For too long, the voices of reason and progress have sat back in apathy while these monkeys have held on to control of the system. Now, when I say "monkeys" I am referring to a category of people to which my former employer belongs. I'm not going to go into all of the details of my termination in this blog, but to sum it up:

I worked for a monkey. If you want an idea of what this monkey behaved like, just think of George W. My old boss was uncannily similar to him. He had this way of trying to over-simplify complex issues; he had a way of talking his way into or out of anything. He was full of shit. Constantly. And he was a religious nut. I am not. Do the math.

Anyway, monkeys like him run our country. Not just the government, but the whole system. But not for much longer. My generation is rising. We're taking the fuck over. And the beauty part is, while some of the members of my generation may assimilate into the current system, and become monkeys themselves, far fewer of them will do so than in any previous generation. My generation, for the most part, gets it. We don't all agree on everything, but we understand that we really are one big HUMAN race. We are the generation that can learn to tolerate everything but intolerance.

As I'm writing this, I'm reminded of the recent story of a gang of teenage girls savagely beating another teen in an effort to make a video to post on YouTube. This is not the generation I'm talking about.

That generation is not ready, yet. But mine is. We have survived our twenties without selling out and without completely giving up. We understand the folly of the empty promises of mass-consumerism, and we understand, the majority of us anyway, that faith in archaic ideals won't solve anything either. We carry the torch of a new hope. A time where we can stand up to our complex problems and look them straight in the eye without flinching. We will roll up our sleeves and meet them head on. We won't try to downplay them, or oversimplify them - and we won't leave them for our children either.

Global warming? Terrorism? Rouge Nations? Economic Recession? Human Rights? African Poverty? These issues are real, and they are huge. But they are not impossible. They each deserve our full attention, and they deserve a solution that won't leave the next generations with the tab.

I might be out of touch on this, but I don't think so. I really think that there are enough of us with a clue that can really have an impact. All we really need is organization, and we're doing that - slowly, but surely.

So, yeah. I think I'm going to try to sue the pants off the Old Guard. Just to let them know that I, like so many others in my generation, don't go away that easily. I'm still here, and I'm not backing down. So get ready, cause I got my gumption back.

I am the Reverend Humpy, and I have approved this message in the name of Hope.