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The Louisiana Social Pledge (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

I am sick with guilt. I live in a country where we have become terrorists to each other. We don’t talk to each other anymore. We’re not interested in each other for the right reasons. We’re ready to go on the defense without listening to the offense. Most troubling, we now cling to the internet and don’t know what the real world looks like anymore. I can’t seem to rest knowing that our children are now the targets of terror created by our own people. I can’t seem to rest knowing that the media thinks they know us and what we want to hear. I can’t seem to rest knowing that I have allowed politicians to push us towards “cliffs.” I am completely responsible for all of this, because I have sat back and watched knowing damn well I could be a better role model, if not to stop these things, at least inspire people to prevent these things. I have to man up.

Surely, we can’t prevent hurricanes. We can’t interfere with God. However, we can prevent man-made disasters. 

What I fear is that we are on the path to lose many of natural rights. We have to start working together or the media will poorly represent us and politicians will spend our money on things we don’t approve. If these types think we can’t control ourselves they will pass laws to control us. I’m sick of being convinced that I’m powerless. Right now many people reading this, don’t realize the amount of power we have and how linked we are. If you are on Facebook, you are a role model. And children are watching us. I can’t specifically point to any one reason for how we have gotten to the where we are now but I know each of us can do something. And it starts by taking responsibility. I apologize for all my mistakes, and right now I promise to conduct myself as best as I can in order that no child sees me as wreckless or dangerous and that I may not inspire the trigger that would lead to violence.

Instead of the media applauding violence and “honey boo boo” children, we should be applauding the families that teach their children how to use a weapon for hunting and defense. We should be applauding the father that tells his son “I don’t care who you love as long as you know I love you.” We should be applauding the mother who tells her daughter “I don’t care how you worship God as long as you know God.”

Expressing myself is the best I can do right now. But I don’t want to do this alone. I want your help. I want your talents. SHARE THIS NOTE. So many of you in Louisiana know more than me and I want you to know what I’m trying to do. And believe this, there are many other people that feel this way and have already offered their help and they will reveal themselves. Though, we only have a vision… we need you to be the action. 

So here I go:“I pledge my allegiance to Louisiana. I will embrace what makes me and my state unique. Louisiana will be recognized as a leader and innovator of the New South. Many great leaders of the future will come from this state. And we will show both the media and politicians that we are smarter than them. We will no longer have our resources exhausted and our people used and left behind. We will work hard and play hard. We will protect each other. We will support each other. I pledge that I will do whatever I can to get these things in motion right now. We will no longer wait for a path to be cleared for us. We will clear the path ourselves. And I ain’t giving up easily. I will socialize in the real world just as well as I do on the internet…in hopes to organize us effectively.”

Of course, this ain’t an overnight process, but it’s a start. Now, if you think I’m a fool, you don’t have to work with me. But, look at my back. I am very serious. That tattoo is permanent. I love being an American, but I love being a Louisianan just as much.

Happy New Year Ya’ll


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