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This isn’t about tactics or intel. Today, I’m talking about the loneliness of resistance and why staying in the fight means confronting hard truths about privilege, family, and the gap between being right and winning.
"I See the Fire. They Feel the Warmth."
My family knows the country is burning. They agree with me. Yet they refuse to pick up a bucket. Why?
Privilege is insulation: My wife grew up shielded from struggle; my kids have never known real scarcity. My battles freed them from having to fight theirs.
"Living normal" in crisis: They acknowledge the fascist threat but resist sacrificing comfort. To them, activism is my burden, not ours.
The cost of integrity: I’ve lost careers defending coworkers against MAGA bullies, refusing bribes as a mayor, and speaking truth. They call me "right" but won’t join the cost.
"They’re trying to live as if the world isn’t burning while acknowledging that it is. That’s privilege."
The Trap of "Being Right" vs Winning
We’ve confused moral victory with actual victory. History is littered with corpses of the "right" who lost:
Rage isn’t strategy: In the Army, my soldiers called me "Sergeant Rage." Scorched-earth fury feels powerful but it misses targets and burns allies.
Truth doesn’t topple tyrants: If being "right" guaranteed victory, Trump wouldn’t be in power. We need smarter, targeted action, not just outrage.
The slow boil: Like the frog in warming water, we’re lulled by incremental erosion of rights. My family feels the heat but won’t jump.
The Personal Toll: When Your Allies Are at Home (But Not With You)
The isolation: Begging my wife and kids for one hour a day of support. Hearing "You’re right, but..." while they reap the benefits of my labor.
The guilt: Knowing others have it worse (MAGA families, no safety net) but still feeling betrayed.
The question: Do I neglect the resistance for a family that won’t fight? Or fight knowing they’ll benefit either way?
Why I’m Still Fighting (And Why You Should Too)
I choose the work. Not because it’s easy, but because surrender isn’t an option:
This is parenting on a macro scale: Sacrificing so the next generation might never feel the fire. They may never thank us. Do it anyway.
Victory isn’t guaranteed: I might end up jailed, broke, or broken. But if we win, it’s because we refused to let privilege paralyze us.
For everyone who can’t look away: The ESL coworker targeted by MAGA supervisors. The single mom facing ICE. They don’t have the luxury of denial.
"If we don’t stand up for ourselves, no one else will. Even when it costs us everything."
The slow boil kills. Jump out of the pot. Grab someone’s hand on the way.
"I’ll keep fighting. I’d rather die correct than live complacent."
— Juan April
P.S. If you’re also the "Sergeant Rage" in your circles, message me. We’ll trade tactics. No judgment.
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