Children of the Resistance,

Thus far our attempts have been lackluster, and aside from a few exceptions, without ‘news worthy’ effect. We ache and complain of the absence of an opposition party, while ignoring the fact that we have given no reason for an opposition party to present itself… Two thousand march in anywhere U.S… One Million take to the streets… The United States census last counted just fewer than three hundred million citizens in the populace. Our first step is one of realization; the general populace and their decision making authorities could care less if one in three hundred people disagree with something to the point of vocalization.

This is not a hate letter, and this is not a condemnation of our actions thus far; this is a call for reformation. We are faced with a crisis of division within our movement. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of separate organizations lie dormant and uncoordinated in every corner of our great country. Sixty percent of the population finds itself in disagreement with the wrath of this regime, yet our cries for action are faintly, if at all, answered. We do not suffer from a lack of numbers, we are plagued with inefficiency.

Our cries for action are too last minute, too thrown together, too desperate. We plead for anti war marches to appear within weeks, if not days of our initial asking. Our civil rights movement was virtually forgotten in the early seventies, and now lies in the hands of the homosexual community, as if hate knew only one target. We gather at marches, at rallies, awkwardly hoping for a turnout that will not be drowned out by passing traffic.

Instead of grabbing the attention of our idle supporters, then reminding them of our common grounds, then calling them to battle, we attempt to seize, polarize, and enact the masses with a single motion, a lone flyer. Like a failed entrepreneur, our dreams die in the void of impatience and incompetence. We are not saviors performing miracles; we are but scattered individuals with a common vision.

We have found ourselves in such desperate circumstance through a game of politics. We will return the favor by playing their game with an unorthodox style. Reorganization is key; appearing disorganized is a rifle on our rack. Our last minute, run of the mill protests have served their purpose; flares in the dark reassuring one another of our existence. Yet on a whole they are no more than vague ripples in the vast sea of time. We have reached a point where we must replace our desperate measures with a more planned approach.

Our country, our earth is analogous to sheep in a pasture, dogs in a pack. The followers will not respond to desperation, instead they seek strength in numbers, and a leader who is well ‘fed’. If we are to progress towards our vision, we must shed our desperation. Our ill attended marches and rallies must be postponed in hopes of producing a ‘pressure void’, and eventually a larger gust. The effect of such a void is dual purpose; while those who normally feel our stress relax in its absence, our anticipation, our need for action builds. The end result being a ‘wave’ with a characteristic that our recent attempts have lacked: momentum.

Reminiscent of militias in a country fraught with civil war, we each make our stand, then withdraw before serious casualties are attained. We awkwardly stare at one another, hoping for a spark, a flame, a wave. And here we stand on the eve of our revolution, united in thought, divided in apprehension.

Those who are fighting, calm yourselves. Those who are quiet, connect yourselves. Our silence is momentary, an indication of our transition; our silence is to become our rallying point. Let them bathe in ignorance as we unify. Our day is on the horizon. Do you see it?

Until our red letter day, TheUndergroundNation.com