I know it’s a fight.
In fact, it’s more accurately called a shit-fight against the establishment. I know I’m the little guy. I know that as I stand up that some are too cowed, or beat down, or habituated to their “whatabout”isms to stand with me.
I know that it’s inevitable that I will go down. And it probably won’t be a typical beatdown. It is very likely that I get roasted alive and “made an example” of.
That’s OK too.
But I also know that it will be a glorious fight and I will make them cry. I will make them wonder. I may face imminent defeat. But when I go down, if I go down, I will do so swinging, grinning, singing and spitting.