Where's the outrage?

Charles Blow, the brilliant op-ed columnist for "The New York Times," had an online column yesterday about the perverting and pervasive influence of big money on our elections. He titled his column "Where's the outrage?"

As a child of the 60s, of sit-ins, and Kent State and burning draft cards, of protests and riots and marching in the streets, I wonder and worry about today.

Where is our outrage?

Social media has anesthetized us.

We think if we mis-type a few words on our Facebook feeds we have done something important. We think if we wear a ribbon or a petrochemical wrist band, we have made a statement. We think if we piss and sit in a private park, we have had an impact.

We are silent, though.
We sip our $17 martinis.
We write our protests in ink across our backs or on our shoulders.
As if they have an effect.

as ee said:

Women and men(both little and small)

cared for anyone not at all

they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same

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