Welcome back!
Now, before you start thinking; “Oh Man… that Ronin is on a tear again…” I’m going to ask you for a few minutes of your time, to read this post. I know how valuable your time is. I’m asking, because this is important.
Look, I know it sounds like I’m trying to become a “Political Activist…”
But that’s really not the case at all. Truly.
We’re living in a time… in an economy… that has changed the way “We the People” must do things, in order to insure that our families survive.
Congress isn’t going to save us. They talk… and they spend… but somehow, they manage to miss the mark on almost every target they supposedly focus their attention on. In fact, some would say that they are only making things worse.
That’s why I’ve brought forward some of my views on what’s happening in America, as I discuss the creation of alternatives to traditional housing…
Good, bad, or indifferent, I don’t have time to wait for the outcome… to determine who was “right or wrong.” My family needs help NOW.
Congress is completely insulated from the conditions that most of us are suffering from on a daily basis.
From their “Hallowed Sanctuary on the Hill” they make decisions with impunity, that affect each and every one of us, without EVER being subject to the circumstances they create. Remember, they’re wealthy, protected, and isolated for the most part, from the constituents who elected them.
It can’t be “just me.” I’ve already proven, for almost 200 articles/posts on this blog alone… that I’m not “all by myself” in this thought process.
If you’re reading this blog, I have to think that you are looking for answers, too. I don’t WANT you to feel like you’re alone in this.
In part, it’s why I have that Counter up there. It’s not “vanity.”
If it was vanity, I would have admitted defeat and quit, long ago. I know of many, many blogs that get that many views in a single day.
I want you to see that there are thousands of us, thinking in the same mind. This blog gets hundreds of views daily, from people just like you and I, from all over America and beyond… who are looking for a way to provide both ourselves and our families with safe, affordable homes, at a time in America’s history where they just don’t exist for most of us…
In the meantime, winter is coming, and we MUST house our families safely. My family cannot survive without a roof over it’s head. And neither can yours.
I’m bringing forward some of my “politics” so that you can see that it’s going to require a different way of thinking, a different course of action, to achieve our goals.
Because, Virginia… Sometime the Cavalry never comes.
I’m recycling, reclaiming, and even BEGGING for material (sometimes “on my knees”) because my family’s SURVIVAL is at stake.
I’m asking you to get involved.
If I’ve helped you, informed you, educated you, or just entertained you… consider donating a few bucks to the blog, to help us survive and build. Our family needs a home. Our situation is dire. And yes, I’m begging…
I’m not going to waste bandwidth plastering pictures up of my wife in her sickbed… or my little 2 year old son. I’ve written about the circumstances here, already. And… if you’ve been reading the blog, you already know how cute he is. He’s our source of JOY.
The reason I try to keep this blog “humorous and light” is because if I can’t find something to laugh about, I’ll start crying. It’s my requirement for the ability to actually stop crying, that scares me…
If you’re building something, and you have scrap lumber or materials left over, find someone who needs them, and help THEM.
I talk about how we are helping other families build their homes. It’s not because I’m rich, or even because I can afford to… because frankly, I just can’t. It’s because I HAVE to, because I know what it feels like to live in fear. I cannot, will not let another family fail, because I stood idly by.
We don’t live in a housing tract, or even in a house. We live in a two room hovel, in a place where Landlord/Tenant law is devised to protect the property owners (because THEY pay taxes). We don’t drive an SUV or a big sedan… in fact, we don’t drive at all. The cars were sold long ago, to insure that my wife got the medical care she needed to survive. We don’t have a satellite dish, a widescreen TV, or even an iPod. We live – day to day.
My dreams aren’t about far off destinations or the next holiday. They are about whether or not we’ll be safe, the next day. I don’t have control over anything else. All I can do is try as hard as I can to influence the next 24 hours.
In fact, they aren’t even dreams, they’re nightmares.
“We’re” everywhere.
You probably know someone in your neighborhood, in your inner circle… who is going through what we’re going through.
If you’re talking to someone who needs help, even if it’s just understanding something, help THEM.
Even if it’s just to offer some kindness, do it. Strife and crisis isolates people, and they start feeling alone. That leads to feeling “lost…” a feeling I’m intimately acquainted with. FEAR is a wicked mistress…
Every single small step you take will lead toward helping a family.
And that will make all of us stronger.
And if you pray at night, please pray for us. We’re in “trouble deep,” and the water isn’t getting any shallower…
Ronin
Don’t Vote.
2 NovI repeat:
DO NOT VOTE.
Look, no one is paying you to participate.
There aren’t any “Voting Cops” that will come drag you out of your house if you don’t go stand in line at a polling place.
This isn’t China, or Russia, or even (gasp!) Canada! 😉
We don’t need your opinion! We’ll figure it all out, without you and your two cents.
I mean, hey…
We’re doing pretty good so far, right?
Everybody’s working.
Everyone has an affordable home and great, affordable utilities.
We all have great Health Care.
And the economy has never been stronger!
So… If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. That’s what Ronin always says…
Wait… um…
Okay, some stuff could be better, I suppose. But, if we just let things keep going, eventually, they’ll fix themselves, right? Or some really smart guy or even (gasp!) a girl… will come along and fix it for us.
Gawd knows, if you vote, you’re just gonna screw things up.
And then how would you feel? Huh?
So just sit there on your butt, like a bump on a stump, watching reruns on TV, and let someone else (who is obviously smarter and more enthusiastic than you about “things Democratic”) decide how you and your family are gonna live.
It’s okay. We don’t mind… It’s not like this is a republic, or anything…
Your one single, lonely, solitary vote couldn’t possibly make any difference anyway.
And it’s not like you’re all that smart, anyway. Heck, your kinfolk probably won’t even let you choose the brand of toilet paper they use…
Still sitting there?
GET OFF YOUR BUTT AND GO PULL A LEVER!
This has been brought to you by the letter “D” and “The Ronin Initiative”.
My apologies to Will Durst, whom I basically stole this post from. Okay, I didn’t steal it, I just did the Reader’s Digest Condensed Version thing to it…
Okay, I didn’t just hack his post, I said stuff. Important stuff. Sarcasm is important.
Don’t like it? Tough Noogies. It’s my birthday tomorrow. I get to be sarcastic If I want to. Says Me.
If you want to read a good post… read his, in it’s entirety, here.
Remember: Vote or Die. Do it or I’m gonna send the Voting Cops to your house to kick your butt.
I know where you live. I trap IP addresses.
Muwahahah!
Image Credit to Daryll Cagle – Love his work!
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