This fellow believes we are doing the cause a disservice because of the amount of money that invisible children makes in relation to what they do. I know. I also know that NO effort is ever completely unselfish or without some sort of mutual benefit. I think the good outweighs the bad in this case and believe if nothing else, the fact that the web can be used to do such good and so quickly is inherent purpose enough. I mean this has gone BEYOND VIRAL.
And knowing this, I still bought schwag. It’s just as good a cause as any, plus it resonated with me on a level that few things do. That is all. Make your own choices.
I’m still going KONY2012.
As for the allegations he makes regarding not currently committing crimes in Uganda, perhaps. But that doesn’t mean crimes are not happening. Check it out:
I know the world is a terrible place with terrible people in it.
I also know the world is a wonderous place with wonderful people in it.
Sometimes, when I am caught up in my first world problems and feeling so full of self-pity, the Universe sends me something to remind me of my path and the content of my vision board; a contrast to show me I am a fat american pig with no real problems. I live a blessed life. And so do you. The fact that you are reading this tells me so.
Often, the Universe sends me things via one of my oldest friends and someone who knows me better than I know myself. Oddly, these things come just when I need them. Kismet, you might say.
Regardless of how I come upon things, here is my call to action for you today. Just watch this and share it. Awareness is a start. Knowledge is all I am asking of you. 29 minutes of your time and a reblog. A retweet. A Facebook share. An email.
Joseph Kony via Invisible Children
I see them as they are; sad little girls
In old ladies bodies, in hand me down shoes
On their hand me down street corner stations
That the last painted lady left them
Their only precious inheritance.
A generation deluded by movies
Closing their eyes, putting on the uniform
Shutting out horrors, dreaming of retirement
Knowing their street sense is better than the last’s.
She was found behind the bar cold and dead.
While yet another sad little girl
In her very own way wronged; betrayed
Steps on the sidewalk excited; in control.
And watching for Edward Lewis’s Lotus,
She is quickly consumed by the streets.