We (my comrades and I … “cadre”, yuh know?) had a running joke about union leaders: “Where are the workers headed, where are they headed?! I must get ahead in order to lead them!”

I’m the sort who shows up early at the hall to help set up chairs … make sure that (Yes, it’s set up, I know) the coffee machine actually gets plugged in and actually gets turned on … then on to microphones and such-like.

There’s always something. “Save the world” is not where we get a handle on things.

One of our many slogans: to break the chains we need each of us to grab it there, where it’s nearest to us.

When the best have only hi-falutin’ aspirations, well, that doesn’t bode well. The ocean water is growing more acidic, even as it grows ever fresher … and higher. The needs are real.
When folk grapple onto abstractions, or outrages that they know only at one remove, it’s because they’ve become alienated from the actualities of their daily lives … that’s not good.

Sure it’s about motives and intentions … sure it’s about consciousness … but it’s about sanity … a sane appreciation of what’s in our face.

Something my comrades /didn’t sign onto/, but that I hold significant and substantial: each one of us must be for ourselves sage generals. (Sun Tzu … Art of War. If you haven’t read it, do. Read it or not, get the Shambhala edition … cut the bourgeois crap out of it, they did.)

Ya basta!