What a year these last few days have been. We all got to watch the feds beat and then execute a man in the street, followed closely by the snowmaggedon that wasn't, which still managed to close things down and freeze time in addition to the precipitation.
Wound up with half a foot of snow and a bit of ice, and as an added bonus, a lingering, bitter cold that's put the wind chill in the negative territory. Wandering around shooting in this has given me a newfound appreciation for the keffiyeh.
When the regime doubled down, blaming Alex Pretti for his own murder and obstructing any semblance of accountability, it gave this whole country a chill that had nothing to do with the weather. Then it collectively said 'Oh fuck no!' Seen where veterans are starting to organize trainings for community defense groups, there's a general strike called for Friday and Minneapolis is bloodied but unbowed. Hell, even the 2nd Amendment types are up in arms over it.
The regime has since made a show of backing down marginally, but the damage has been done. Have mentioned before the Cesar Chavez quote, "You cannot oppress the people who are not afraid anymore," and it seems we've reached that point. Just grim determination and a sense that it's use it or lose it time.
With all that happening, it's a bit of a complete mindfuck that by and large, life goes on as it always does. Or as much as it does when a snowstorm hits. At the same time, there's something reassuring about trudging down to the park and seeing folks out and about, enjoying themselves and having fun in the snow.
Life goes on, might as well enjoy it.
Those are great scenes; it's a bit of humanity, having fun and the harshness of winter, but in the end people enjoy that season.
This sure has winnowed the wheat from the chaff in the "2A" community. Even the NRA managed to be on the right side about the right to carry without being treated as a terrorist by the feds, but so many others parrot about obedience. I hereby revoke their Gadsden Flag privileges.
My childhood was shaped by the social upheavals that brought about the demise of the apartheid state, I was 25 in 1994 and yes, life does go on but so should the pressure against state oppression. It takes a lot to dislodge them