Weird news for weirder times. And now I’m on board. What does that say about me?
Please, let me formally introduce myself, informally. To rephrase Martin Luther King Jr.’s words, I want to live in a nation where I won’t be judged on anything but by the content of my character. Therefore, age/race/sex/religion is not the way in which I like to introduce myself on any forms or forums. Since you can’t see me, I may actually earn my wish. Now the great pressure of choosing the right words.
Out of the 7 billion in this world there will always be a word for the individual. I. Je. Yo. Ich. Я. Ja. Εγώ. wǒ. 代. 명 (대). أنا. Ego. Hopefully I understood the Chinese, Japanese, Korean, and Arabic translations correctly. With, roughly, 6,500 languages spoken on this planet you could hear a different version of “I” (assuming one second for each “I”) 12 minutes shy of 2 hours. I don’t even want to think about the math involved in trying to figure out how long it would take to hear all 7 billion say their “I”. So who am I? One in the mass. One in the minority. One in the middle. DJ Personal or DJ Sensitive —appropriate nicknames I’ve earned for feeling too much. When “China” is announced from a friend I know my decibel level is at the range of China’s audition. One not to be misheard. Compassionately I am driven by people -near, far, the forgotten, and the bizarre. I am a real optimist. Not to say I don’t see real ordure hitting the fan.
Per example, I wish I were apart of this:
Wanting to be apart of this is only making it harder to write about me. Point being: nothing is ever about “me” it’s about “we”.
The following day the group Anonymous released a video in which they threatened the New York Police Department with the ultimatum: