Love’s in need of love

Instead of protesting, I lead with my heart and choose love.

It’s been a year since the greatest politician in U.S. history beat back felony charges by smoking Vice President Harris like a blunt to reclaim the presidency. Things are predictably bad.

For reasons I covered in a previous j’essay, I believe things would be even worse had Harris prevailed.

However you look at it, last year’s election marked an inflection point that will define the course of the next several generations.

I didn’t think either candidate would be good at being president, so instead of going with the lesser of two evils, I went with Love. After all, Love is the most powerful force in Nature. It’s the energy that holds everything together.

My homey Mitch—who used to be my unofficial mentee and someday might be my unofficial boss if things break right—thinks I’m a dope for choosing Love. He called my vote a protest vote.

I don’t view it that way. I’m not about protesting.

But make no mistake, I am all about revolution. 

Had folks joined my protest, we might could be well on our way to a peaceful revolution—a vibrational shift that sparks the creation of the New Earth. 

Here’s how it could work: if a majority of Americans vote for Love, there’d be no eligible winner, and the process would default to Congress under the 12th Amendment.

My understanding is the House of Representatives would then choose among those who received legal votes—which, in theory, could even include Ye, the Artist Formerly Known as Kanye West, if he runs again. But with most ballots saying Love, no candidate could legitimately move the crowd.

The establishment would then face a choice:

Sidestep the spirit of democracy and install a technical winner, or honor the people’s voice and interpret Love as a peaceful revolution requiring radical reform.

The government could appoint a council to temporarily assume presidential powers—a Council of Love, chosen by consensus from respected elders, educators, artists, healers, scientists, and civic leaders.

That would mark a milestone upgrade in our species’ collective consciousness—the greatest leap in human justice since King Hammurabi first etched his code of laws into stone.

Ever notice how, in science fiction, advanced civilizations always make decisions through a council rather than a single ruler? That’s because humans understand on a soul level that consolidating executive governing power in one person is unwise, unfair, and needlessly dangerous. My lawyer colleagues might call it anachronistic. I call it antiquated. My meathead homies? Old-fashioned.

It’s high time to phase out electing presidents and shift to electing Councils of Love.

Someday before I die, I hope we’ll look back at presidencies—and most certainly dictatorships—the same way we now view monarchies: as relics from a bygone era.

One reason why I loved working at a neighborhood park—along with getting paid to play with kids—was the chance to talk about this kind of stuff with loads of grownups down to chop it up. Many were unhoused or struggling with addiction, but that didn’t deter me; it deepened my perspective. Most were sober and came from all walks of life. 

The through-line among them was an assumption that if we ever did choose Love, the world would spiral into chaos.

But that’s the great irony. Things are already spiraling into chaos precisely because we don’t choose Love. Instead, we keep clinging to a mechanical mindset—one that confuses control for order and fear for safety.

Going with love isn’t radical. It’s the most obvious and natural thing in the world to do.

When we lead with our hearts and choose Love, we can’t go wrong. It’s impossible.

After all, are we better off because most of us chose the lesser of two evils over Love?