Yesterday was April 15th – the notorious income tax day throughout the United States. The day when the unconstitutional – aka illegal – income tax is rammed down our collective throats federally and, for most Americans, at the state level, too (though States’ Constitutions differ and such an income tax may be legal, dependent on your State of residence).
In conjunction with several other so-called “Tea Party” rallies (reminiscent of the Boston Tea Party of early American history fame, naturally) across the country, I gathered with other citizens in a demonstration of discontentment with the current Presidential administration – and, to be fair, I’m equally (perhaps more so – Obama has time to “change” for the better still!) discontent with the prior several administrations – and the botched economy, and other critical issues.
Though, candidly, I could not hear what the speakers said for the most part, as I stood behind them under the federal building overhand – it was snowing, afterall – I enjoyed myself nonetheless. Despite having been labeled by the Department of Homeland Security as a “rightwing extremist” (despite the peaceful, Constitutionally-protected gathering) only days prior, I appreciated the sanctity of the moment, that I live in a nation wherein such practices are permitted – at least until the Gestapo “changes” that.
I tagged around with my cousin who has taken to state-level politics like a fish to water. She was kind enough to introduce me to several of her associates, including several State legislators, Attorney General Mark Shurtleff, and others. She has a desire – nay, passion – to make genuine improvements for the State and communities, not merely to politick. Though we don’t live remotely in the same legislative districts, I hope that if – or, rather, when – she chooses to run for office, that she receives the support she deserves and wins!
My own political involvement has been on low simmer since my 2006 Congressional campaign (WA, 7th district). Though I remain informed with current affairs, I’ve distanced myself from the so-called pavement, having been focused instead on several other efforts (finished my Masters, working on a Ph.D, in my local congregational Bishopric, on the South Salt Lake City Planning Commission, et cetera). At the rally, though, I felt the simmer wanting to boil, though – it was fun, and I wasn’t truly involved! My passion is centered on federal issues still, but I remain interested in local and State politics.
