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As a PTP (Part Time Poppa) I empathize totally... I AM blessed that my body-kids live within a couple hours drive, (although 3 phone codes away!) but phone calls don't make up for not being able to tuck 'em in at night, not being able to stand physically between them and the desperate dangers of life.
Which is why I'm such a fanatical radical.
Looking at the world my kids are growing into, I can't feel a lot of hope... I was asked years ago, why I was involved in this one particular advocacy group and its actions. Everyone in the group was asked this at the start of "Activity Season", and as expected, they all had lovely answers straight from the activism handbook; you know, with every buzzword and PC phrase you've ever seen in every single manifesto ever written. As a returning old-hand, I was near the end of the circle. My answer made most of the newbies uncomfortable at first, since it didn't come out of the book: "I don't care much for 'isms' or theories... I'm not an ideological activist. I'm in this for one reason only: to make this world safe for my kids, whether of my flesh, or of my heart." It took a while before any but the few parents in the group "got it"...
AlienGirl's kids, though I've not yet met them in the flesh, are amongst those children of my heart... It is for them, and their "soul-sibs" that I do whatever it is I do in this world; for them that I stick my neck out in this war.
Even when they're in my arms, they're too far away, since this world is still threatening their very existence. And make no mistake, kids, this ain't no game, this is war. War against the idiots with their fingers on the triggers; war against the greedy, the venal, and the power-mad; war against the stupid, the credulous, the ovine masses yearning to bleat into their feedbags.
This is war against the eternal winter of the demonic soul.
I am a warrior, not an activist. Damn the ideologies, my babies are at risk. No games here... this is as real as it gets.
Deal with that.
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