Not actual testicles. I mean cojones. I mean a fundamental need to stand up for what I think is right and just.
I am a coward. I am the scum of the Earth.
I look at my American ancestors and I am ashamed. I learn about my working class history and am disgusted with myself. Where is the fire in my belly? How do I motivate my soul? When will I say “enough is enough” and put myself on the line for what I believe?
And I sit and write this blog that is an infinitesimal speck that doesn’t really mean anything except to me. And I use it to justify my inactivity.
I am worse than the scum of the Earth. At least scum has a purpose.