The Dying of the Light
May 18,2004

We must protest the dying of the light. We are not allowed  to attempt that any more. We take a pill to dull the pain or we lay down in fear of what we might see in the light. "Do not go gently into that good night". We do not. Just tell me what I am supposed to see.
We accept failure. We use Handicapped parking. We let others pay for our "scooter" chair. We do not fight the dying of the light. We pull the draperies and dim its radiance.
We do not ask our children to excel. We tell them that it is a shame that the child, we used to call stupid, is challenged and  must always hold back...wait on him. We now tell our athletes not to be proud of a victory in the Olympics. We do not want to offend others, who might not be as successful.
We handicap the brightest to the advantage of the worst. We tax the achiever to support those who will not help themselves. We harass those who will take a chance; cause them to fail and place those who they had defeated in their place.
Socialism has never worked, but we insist on perusing it at a break-neck pace. We do not use words that can cubby-hole any one. We try very hard to make the cream sink and the after-birth rise; it won't do that naturally. We create boxes to restrict the most creative, so they will not make anyone jealous. 
Enough! I will not go gently into the darkness. I will howl with my last breathe against those who will take away the light. We are but speck on the ass of the universe, but we cannot let the sewer of the universe consume us.