Correct me if I'm wrong

...but if you (hypothetically speaking, since I'm sure the majority of what little audience I hypothetically have would rather find themselves with their hypothetical pants around their hypothetical ankles in the middle of Ashland's hypothetical Main Street on a Friday night when drunken teenagers are scooping the hypothetical loop, then actively put themselves in such a hypotheical position) are calling for peace and social justice for all, can you espouse a view that could potentially (hypothetically, even) leave someone behind and still look at yourself in the mirror in the morning, when some parts of you are flattened from sleep, and others are more bristly from the same, and think, "Gee, I'm a really good, solid person," while swilling organic orange juice picked by immigrant lesbian latinos who are not only paid a fair living wage, but are also offered the chance to marry the partner of their choice, not because it's a political statement, but because it's the right thing to do, while wiping the sleep from your eyes with the backs of your hairy knuckles while the one person you left behind with your ultra-liberal, socialist manifesto-cum-political-agenda-cum-the-man-in-a-red-beret-keeping-me-down is trying to huddle a little closer to the fifty-five gallon barrel that holds the glowing embers of her child's cradle because that's all she has to keep her warm on this frosty November-in-Wisconsin morning because while you were out busy trying to make sure everyone is feeling good about the signs and buttons and slogans you and your longhair friends made last night, you forgot to reach out to your neighbor who was falling through society's cracks; it only would have taken something so small, so simple, you never would have noticed it — a smile, a handshake, a word of encouragement &mdash but no, not for you because you were too busy, too wrapped up in your own ideals of smiling people who actually know about the world, not to mention who give a rat's ass, to reach out to help someone right in front of you, to practice what you preach, to do the right thing? I think not.

Update:

Notice that the above monograph is actually a single more-or-less gramatically correct sentence. Booyah.