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Wake Up! It’s Time to Review Some of Our Rights and Responsibilities as United States Citizens

Whenever I mention we ought to have a constitutional congress to anyone, anywhere, and the first thing I hear is, “You don’t have the authority to call a constitutional congress,” I can admit to an amount of dumbfounded awe.

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Now for A Deep Breath

Rhetoric and emotion can get stirred easily enough. Any political rally can testify to that. However, I strongly advocate inner examination prior to jumping into anything so dramatic, no matter how necessary it is now, or may soon be. Fundamentally, each of us must ask ourselves, “what have I built the foundations of my life upon?”

Can we put ourselves in another’s shoes? I mean, mentally picture the context they existed in, the times they lived through, and the visceral experience of their daily engagements with those around them, that were born from the circumstances of their birth, without layering on our own subjective attachments?

Jimi Hendrix is quoted as saying, “When the power of love overcomes the love of power, then the world will know peace.”

I want to stress that this is the best option I can see, motivated from a different place where I picture a future for my four sons. I will be the first to admit, I worry about my sons. I fret about how much time they spend with their faces in little screens, watching who knows what on whatever tube is trending.

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I struggle against a manifest haunted feeling, that I have lost control of my place in society, and the family I have chosen. In a fictional future I am working on writing, “Meta-Platsky: A Dustopian Love Story“,in the dystopian future of the work I already see the desert dreams that speak over the subconscious vistas, as a visionary steeped prophetically within the disciplines of history, anthropology, and sociology. The tale seems to be “coming to life”, like I am writing the future somehow, no matter the truth of things, and that is creepy enough to ponder.

I worry about my kids’ future, their ability to survive in a world where they must run faster than the cannibal band of former American citizens eyeing their ham-hocks.


There is constant outrage, peppered with unhealthy doses of post-apocalyptic theatrics, “faux-cathartic” literary releases of what seem like rehashed old writings, and mass media’s obsession with “solving for x” has got me on an existential edge. I can’t speak for everyone.

Lately it is too easy to get emotional, there are too many tornadoes of chaotic injustice raging, floods of imprecations from talking heads, while disembodied voices drone on the radio, giving infinite calls to action, political brands looking for unreasonable or unnecessary demands of loyalty as from ‘distant powers’, yet within my own country. Since the 1980’s, there have been far too many corporate sleights of hand, what with apparent immunity from the justice to anyone lower on the scale of economic fiefdom than they. Justice is proportional to the size of one’s bank account assets, reflecting our “Alpha Baboon” society.

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I grow beyond weary, much like many of you readers out there, I am betting, of our never-ending, incidental evils arising, as they do, from the exhausted, disregarded compromises of countless, well-meaning local officials, “everyday people”, and supposed friends.

This unpleasant molestation of decency was merely courteously dismissive in days past, whereas now the manipulators of our lives jitter in anxious hunger, blithely  hostile to your needs, dreams, or goals. Love is choked out as half of our society refuses to accept themselves where they are right now. I am not referring to motivational speech acceptance, what I speak of is recognizing ourselves as unique individuals, perfect in form and function that have ever been sanctified by the pure expression of Love, waiting exactly where many had thought they remembered it was when we were little, before our indoctrinations began.

These indoctrinations include seemingly harmless things like teaching our children that they cannot trust us because we, whose words they should never doubt, create doubt with lies about Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and insist on obedience that reflects our beliefs. Parents’ oft-stated reason, “because I said so”, is frequently used because we do not know, and so default to what we experienced ourselves, growing up.

These things are like garden weeds springing from our collective inability to affect any real changes whatsoever. They are a slow-acting poison sapping anything sweet from our motivation to do any actual loving things, mainly because we figure any actions could never overpower the blatant cheapness of our interpersonal engagements in any case. That is a self-deluding illusion. We must not forget,

“We are the stories we tell ourselves.”

I have been waiting for someone else to tell me the story I should tell myself. We have been looking for the mentor, pastor, imam, monk, or deity to tell us what to do, or to tell us it will all be fine.

That was, until the quarantine began

. I have seen more humanity in the last couple of months than in the last decade. Why do you think the call is growing for us to endanger our lives? To keep the “economy” going? For you? For me? See how easy it was for them to spend trillions?

Paper Money, or IOU debt, only has as much value as we agree it has. Why else do you think those that know, watch the “Consumer Confidence Index”? Any person willing to look can see that we have been given too much time to reflect, to question, and start to see what is going on around us: how a “spell” that has been woven over us for so terribly long has begun to crack, allowing some light in. It would not do to have “the Mob (us plebians)”, the “Consumed” start to wake; who would do all the “menial” tasks?

Better to fire up the machine, get groups arguing about race, red team, or blue team, or whatever will distract from the truth. When you refuse the game, you are playing. When you deny the game, you are playing. The only way to do anything different, the only way I can see that we can do ANYTHING with real hope, is to flip the board.

There are 350 million Americans, how many wealthy? They have television, our favorite shows, our trusted personalities. to engage our daily self-programming. If you know the truth, and stand on it, the scales will fall from your eyes.

There is only one truth that I know of, that we will all die, we will all stand before Death’s Door alone, that the only irrefutable purpose of life is to accept and prepare for our passage through death, without any certainty whatsoever about what is on the other side. I know Love wouldn’t have us use faith to feel better about it. No, Love does not deceive. Love uses reason and logic. Love wants us present, awake, and engaged!

In that regard, I hope that at the very least, this call will open serious conversations that will examine this call, and any other peaceful solutions offered, equally sound in logic and reason, each on their own merits, as we all should be accepted, by the people of this country.

I implore all to stay vigilant against the well-honed messaging machines each “side” has: each smiling, well intentioned person, if they serve any other master than Love. These are machines that will have people convinced of anything if they say it often enough.

We are the creators of our agreed upon society. The economy, education, all of it, invented by us, and/or agreed to. We should damn well invent something that serves us better than this fiasco, this litany of growing misery. I guarantee you that those in “power”, our federal “representatives and senators” will not do as poorly as you or me as this mess continues along its current trajectory.

Many of those in power have an inability, unwillingness, or understanding to accept responsibility. Eventually the blame for some future calamity may be placed at YOUR feet.

I swore an oath to protect the constitution. As a veteran, the people are the heart of that document. This represents the most peaceful, efficient way I can vision for our society going forward. Historically, any change that was born of violence has yet to show that the death from violence ever justified the result.

I do not advocate violence in any way, except in defense, nor do I advocate the disregard of others’ lives when people ignore health precautions like distancing, and masks. Disbelief will not make a virus go away.

The American people can do with the suggestion as they see fit. I have an obligation to myself, that when I find myself standing before Death’s Door, that I know, I did my level best in this moment. This call is that. I shall continue with my editorial call for the people to Wake Up!

It is time!


A. Yobi Blumberg


Me at the 244th Marine Corps Birthday Ball 2019 in the East Bay.