I love the sound of hyperbole in the morning. One of my chief pleasures, if I can spend an hour or so to skim through the names on my blogroll and see what new perspectives they have to bring to a given subject, then my day is complete. Reading everyone’s amazement at how ‘thought crime’ now seems to be more important than real crime. How trainloads of taxpayer cash are thrown at pointless gesture politics. Exploring ways to fight an overweening top down system bowel bound bureaucracy. Exposing the faults of out of control statist systems. Talking about how individual freedom is leagues better than the ‘alternative’ of oppressive one-size-fits-all top down strategies. Poking holes in so-called ‘settled science’ with nothing more than simple facts.
These are the children of the storms to come. Harbingers of something greater and more wonderful than any real or putative ‘New World Order’. Better by far than political dogma. Relentlessly hammering out ideas on the anvils of their thoughts. Sometimes over reaching, but always trying. Persisting despite attempts to drown them out or shut them up by the socially inadequate and often sub literate they soldier on. That is what makes the members of my blogroll worthy of repeated reading. They have courage, chutzpah, and old fashioned guts.
Who are these dogged pursuers of the dream of freedom? These askers of inconvenient questions? All I know is the denizens of my blogroll are worthy of respect. Every last man (and woman) jack of them. I do not know the colour of their skins, their age, sex or religion. That is immaterial. All that is important is that they are standing up and claiming the right to speak and act freely, and by that single deed have earned those rights.
They give a damn. These are the children of thunder.