Manifesto...manifesto...manifesto. Word kind of rolls off of the tongue.
Exotic. Not the language of common parlance. A word reserved for extraordinary communications. How many times have you heard that word uttered by the denizens of the media these past couple of days, always with a little emphasis, a little something extra that comes with being able to use this word accompanied with that intense, knowing look leveld at you throught the camera's lens. A little excitement to be part of such a big story. More meaningful than talking about percent of crop in the fields or pollen counts. Jazzier than school board meetings and upcoming referendums.
Word and deed linked. And numbers of the dead and wounded. Words on a page that prompted action too late and no action at all. Manifesto. The extraordinary communication that shut down at the deed and the dead. Extraordinary words that suck the life out of the air and become so ordinary.
Waiting long for "manifesto" to be linked to action steps to preserve life and end the culture of violence. How extraordinary would that be?