Enough

An hour of high-intensity spinning and a boat ride into Seattle. That was all it took to get into the mix. There were a ton of high-school kids to be sure, but several thousand pounds of middle age and even a few hundredweight of senior added to the gross democratic weight of today’s March for Life.

I was going to run down to Silverdale, keep it on this side as the peninsula natives say, but battery/ignition problems with the truck curtailed that plan. Nancy was heading in so I caught a ride with her and even got to assist with their voter registration campaign.

Seattle has grown so fast, so far and in such an uncivilized manner that I hardly recognize the old Emerald. Calling it architectural gentrification, the grand, well-worn bricks that have stood in direct resistance to the rain and wind for a century are falling faster than hail pellets from Decermbral skies. Now, the few trips that I must take invoke sadness and disdain replacing the pride and a community sense of inclusiveness I once enjoyed. What happened?

Same thing that happened to the politicians we elected to put the citizens and their needs at the forefront of their policy. Blatantly, they now take the same huge sums from developers and contractors as they do from the NRA. The only difference being the soul of a city vice the lives of teenagers. It is, indeed, sadly, all about the money.

Sir Paul marched alongside thousands of others in New York today. He made a rather poignant comment when asked why. He said he too had lost a good fried to gun violence.

Pictured at top/right is the best sign I saw today. Amid countless others, this one stood out and in a rather concise and all too ironic manner.

Let’s work together folks. Like the kids say, run with us or stand aside.

We will not be stopped. Enough.