!Peace
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agk's diary
15 December 2024 @ 18:01 UTC
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written on Pinebook Pro
in swinging chair in living room as daughter naps
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A Kentucky Party Executive Committee member who
abruptly resigned this week first submitted some-
thing beautiful I intend to publish at The
Kentuckian[^1].
My friends and I started the KYP to have a vehicle
for political power to stop arming Israel, Ukraine,
and wherever else this flailing empire might want
to blow up.
The EC member who resigned wrote a reflection on
our bylaws, Article II, Section B:
> The KYP is nonviolent and is committed to
> nonviolence.
>
> 1. The KYP opposes the pursuit of political goals
> by military, assaultive or coercive means.
> 2. Ending Kentucky's participation in America's
> military empire is a core purpose of the KYP.
> 3. The KYP generally opposes military funding and
> arms exports on principle.
> 4. The KYP supports diplomacy and diplomatic
> solutions throughout the world.
He's an older man. I don't think his family likes
him much. He's courageously tilted at a lot of
windmills. He wrote:
> Peace is safety in home and family. Peace of
> mind comes from being loved and loving. Most
> people will agree everything becomes bearable,
> even hunger, disease, and dying, if someone
> stands by us.
Where's the safety in your home and family when
your family's on the road to be registered and no
human dwelling place will have you? Where when the
mother-to-be's unmarried, traveling with a non-
relative man?
If they who listened to angels told what they know
would they be dismissed as fools, or prosecuted as
seditionists?
What peace of mind can you have if you're a Herod
who doesn't know the need for love, only for
security? You hire guards, move based on how it'll
enrich you in the housing market, hide behind
walls, on a yacht, in a bunker.
No one sees you come and go. No one's your
neighbor. You rarely meet strangers. When they tell
you of Jesus, you arrange to have the infant killed
for your security.
You don't even have enemies. Anyone who raises a
hand against you, the empire supplies your legion
sufficiently to exterminate the angel's race.
There's no one to love you.
May the tongues of those who laugh arrogantly at
angels and prophets be silenced til they're
brought low and obey. May those exposed to others'
whims and naked violence have a warm little barn
to keep off the cold rain and a cohort of
livestock to attend their labor and birth.
May we find peace in each other.
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[^1]:
https://thekentuckian.bearblog.dev/blog/
