Good As You

I want to repost here a part of something I posted at Pandagon:

"We will win this fight eventually, and we will win it sooner if we keep coming out, being visible, stating our case rationally and clearly, and exposing the machinery arrayed against us. Anyone, of any sort, who joins us in those efforts is a hero to me. Period."

Many, many thanks to Empire State Pride Agenda and to those here at goodasyou.org. You are my heroes.

I generally have fairly lucid dreams. And a lot of them. I wake up exploring the heights of Kilimanjaro, and on other occasions tracking down the best gyros in Punta Bete... don't even know if they know what a gyros are in Punta Bete. The limitless fathoms of my dreamscape are such, that I actually have some sense of how the lying liars might actually think that their "visions" (read: indigestion induced nocturnal fantasies) might actually mean something. I, personally, enjoy the fact that these very lucid incarnations of my subconscious visit me as frequently as they do.

I usually don't mention the fact that I am mired in the fantasy world of my vivid imagination, but this morning when I woke up I just couldn't get the tune from my "dream" out of my head. I have now listened to this video maybe two or three times, but this was the tune that I couldn't get out of my head. If dreams mean anything, then maybe they are a gauge of our (my?) resolve. And, that we are resolved to never give up, is our best ally.