Photo by Jānis Kazaks; no LNVM krājuma via Latvian Public Media
Well, at least now we can join the global family of soulful humans who are being (or have been) fucked with by governments and leaders so far beneath them that it starts to mess with their perception of themselves until such time as they remember who the hell they are, rise up courageously and nonviolently and with the verve of unshakable pride, and put their inferior oppressors back under the rock they crawled out from under when our guards were down.
I mean, true, that triumphant victory doesn’t always happen for the soulful humans who are being fucked with by governments, but it has happened many, many times.
The word that immediately springs to mind for me is “Latvian.” I feel a new kinship for Latvians, a group I’ve hitherto othered. The Latvian’s history of being occupied variously by Poland, Russia, Sweden, etc. and then a period of autocracy and then Soviet rule that they finally ingeniously threw off is not at all like our history or current situation, but the reason they come to mind, I think, is that my personal relationships with, say, two dozen Slavs in my days has given me the impression that Slavic people are, on the whole, scary smart, clear-sighted, mordant, and jaded by their national histories.
I guess the same could be said of Jews and Guatemalans, Lebanese, Argentinians and South Africans. But “Latvian” is the word that sprung to my mind first this morning.
Will that be us? Are we about to get good at chess? Taller and more philosophical? And would a Singing Revolution work here? We could gather by the hundreds of thousands at appointed times and places to sing School of Rock songs explaining the three co-equal branches of government. In any case, I think we can all agree that American music is way more rousing than Slavic protest music.
Everyone else is making online videos, right?
Lately, it seems to me that the social media is mostly people selling classes/systems on how to sell other people classes/systems. That and neck cream.
Which makes me feel like making my own neck cream. How much would you pay me for this—either the cream itself or the instructional video on how to make and/or sell it?
But neck cream is but a distraction. What we really want are leaders who make us feel hopeful, make us feel willing to not only moisturize our necks but stick them out or lay down our bodies or gather for massive singing flashmobs, not impotent flashmobs, but mighty flashmobs that make the unworthy “leaders” quake in their jackboots.
Alas, I think such a leader may not emerge. Unless it’s you? You, yes you, have to be your own leader, make your own neck cream, remember who the hell you are, and do what has to be done. To learn more about HOW exactly to do all this, just click on the link.
OMG. I love you.