"fate is a woman and always loves warriors."

disappointment too easily descends into self-prophetic defeat.

we can sit around and navel gaze and pick ourselves apart because there were so many disappointments this last year or we can push forward with the knowledge that no great movement marches directly to victory but trudges through years if not decades of near impossible difficulties and spirit-crushing set backs. That's just how it works, and the difference between victory and defeat is our willingness to continue pushing, continuing fighting even when we are disappointed, even when we feel betrayed, frustrated to the point of madness. It is the only way to prove the worthiness of our ideals -the extent to which we will suffer for those ideals, the extent to which we will sacrifice so much of our selves just to move a few inches closer to the goal, the extent to which we can have to crap kicked out of us and still come back for more.

We are in the infant stages of a real Progressive revival. But that revival will die if too many progressives balk every time there is a disagreement among the ranks, every time we have to swallow an ugly watered down bill just so we can at least get started on fixing something.

we are all going to have to work a lot harder a lot longer and eat a lot more shit than I think many people realized, we will also have to be profound and learn how to be patient and impatient at the same time -and by that I mean, impatient for the arrival of justice, patient with the failings of our natural allies. There is no other way forward, the only other option is to tear each other apart and stand by while the fascists destroy our country and our planet and that is simply unacceptable.

let us prove "the only thing that really matters: that we lasted."