Saturday the 15th: Raise Your Voice with Mine: Liberty and Justice for All

This is an exciting time to be alive.
It really is. I eagerly await the change of President Obama. But there are serious matters at hand right now, this moment:
On Saturday, there is a national protest of Proposition 8.
The Founding Fathers wrote our framework in a way to extend rights to others and we have progressed throughout history and given the rights they so deserve to:
Blacks.
Women.

Taking AWAY rights is in direct opposition to what this nation's mission statement embodies: liberty and justice FOR ALL.

Regardless of your sexual orientation, this is WRONG.
There is no way to spin it, no way to make it anything but WRONG.

To those of you who would have voted for it had it been in your state, I say:
I do not hate you nor do I condemn you.
Your opposition only makes me stronger within and love myself more.
I look forward to one day when you shall see that where there is love, there is joy, where there is joy there is hope and in the end those whom you have chastised shall endure and win this fight. I love you for who you are. Please do not restrain me from all that I can become and all that I can possess. We all have the inalienable right to love and share that love with the world and be in a recognizable union that is acknowledged by law.

Love is love. Love begets love.

"Our task must be to free ourselves... by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living beings and all of nature." Albert Einstein

"The real law lives in the kindness of our hearts. If our hearts are empty, no law or political reform can fill them." Tolstoy

I hope that you raise your voices with mine in proclaiming:
Liberty and justice for all. Love is Love.

Saturday's Protest Information:
www.jointheimpact.com

Embracing equality and the differences that make us beautiful,
Dustin

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Call to Action

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