Saturday, December 31, 2005


Friday, December 30, 2005

The Gods of the Copybook Headings Rudyard Kipling, 1919

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,

I Make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place.

Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,

And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn

That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:

But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and

Breadth of Mind,

So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we

followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered

their pace,

Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods

of the Market-Place.

But they always caught up with our progress, and

presently word would come

That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or

the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they

were utterly out of touch

They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they

denied she was even Dutch

They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied

that a Pig had Wings.

So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who

promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They

promised perpetual peace. They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the

wars of the tribes would cease.

But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered

us bound to our foe,

And the Gods of the Copybook Heading said: "Stick

to the Devil you know."

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised

the Fuller Life

(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended

by loving his wife)

Till our women had no more children and the men

lost reason and faith,

And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The

Wages of Sin is Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised

abundance for all,

By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective


But, though we had plenty of money, there was

nothing our money could buy,

And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If

you don't work you die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their

smooth-tongued wizards withdrew,

And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and

began to believe it was true

That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and

Two make Four --

And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up

to explain it once more.

* * * *

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man --

There are only four things certain since Social

Progress began --

That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow

returns to her Mire,

And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes

wabbling back to the Fire --

And that after this is accomplished, and the

brave new world begins

When all men are paid for existing and no man

must pay for his sins

As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire

will burn

The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and

slaughter return!

Thursday, December 29, 2005

THIS is So Fucking Great

Give it up, do as I say Give it up and let me have my way I'll give you love, I'll hit you like a truck I'll give you love, I'll teach you how to ... ------ Only the one that hurts you can make you feel better Only the one that inflicts pain can take it away Eroti - ca-----

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

"Be Courteous", by Steve Martin


Be courteous, kind, and forgiving. Be gentle and peaceful each day.

Be warm and human and grateful,

And have a good thing to say.

Be thoughtful and trustful and childlike,

Be witty and happy and wise.

Be honest and love all your neighbors,

Be obsequious, purple and clairvoyant.

Be sure to stop at stop signs, And drive fifty-five miles an hour.

Pick up hitchhikers foaming at the mouth,

And when you get home get a master's degree in geology.

Be pompous, obese, and eat cactus.

Be dull and boring and omniprescent.

Criticize things you don't know about.

Be oblong and have your knees removed.

(Ladies only) Never make love to Bigfoot.

(Men only) Hello, my name is Bigfoot.

(Everyone) Put a live chicken in your underwear.

Go into a closet and suck eggs.


Tuesday, December 27, 2005

IMAGINER, Posted by: Votre Amoureux

Je m'étends dans mon lit

Avec des pensées de vous dans ma tête

Nous sommes nus

Vous vous trouvez sur moi

Je peux sentir votre chaleur de votre corps contre mon coffre

Nous embrassons

Nos lèvres ne séparent jamais

Pas un mot n'est parlé

Votre corps fond dans le mien,

Et mon corps dans le vôtre

Il y a jeu doux de musique

Vous vous sentez si mou et soyeux

Cependant, vous êtes si puissant

Nous pensons les mêmes pensées érotiques

Passages de temps

Mais il semble suspendu

Chaque minute est un plaisir

Les pensées sont si puissantes

Et mots si érotiques

Regarder dans fixement vos yeux

Vous me commandez

Je suis maintenant votre Slave

Monday, December 26, 2005

SubGenius Graphics Orgy:

Complex graphics best viewed one at a time -- the latest in SubGenius non-moving pictures.

Welcome to the wide open, wide-screen, dilated-pupilled world of SubGenius graphics, wherein the hideous and the beautiful become almost... well, not indistinguishable, but for some of us, it gets to where we PREFER the hideous stuff.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

For The Courtesan Ch'ing Lin by Wu Tsao

On your slender body Your jade and coral girdle ornaments chime Like those of a celestial companion Come from the Green Jade City of Heaven. One smile from you when we meet, And I become speechless and forget every word.For too long you have gathered flowers, And leaned against the bamboos, Your green sleeves growing cold, In your deserted valley: I can visualize you all alone, A girl harboring her cryptic thoughts. You glow like a perfumed lamp In the gathering shadows. We play wine games And recite each other's poems. Then you sing `Remembering South of the River' With its heart breaking verses. Then We paint each other's beautiful eyebrows. I want to possess you completely Your jade body And your promised heart. It is Spring. Vast mists cover the Five Lakes. My dear, let me buy a red painted boat And carry you away.

The origin of Christmas by Edward Seaga CHRISTMAS IS the most revered holiday in the calendar of the western world. Unlike other holidays with a single purpose, Christmas has several features which are all compelling. It is recognised for its religious significance: commemoration of the birth of Jesus Christ. But, in practice, it is far less of a religious occasion than a commercial exposition for buying and selling to satisfy the need for gifts required by the Christmas ritual. For a great many, it is a time for family reunion. All combined, there is no more powerful drawing card than Christmas. Indeed, it is so powerful that few people pause to question its origin. Since the birth of Christ is the prime reason for the holiday, any query must begin with the date of the birth of the infant Jesus. Like so many historical searches for truth, the evidence is generally so shrouded that probes have to concentrate on surrounding circumstances rather than on revealed truth. Early Christianity, in the first three centuries after the death of Christ, had no fixed date of the birth of Jesus. Most of the development of the early church was not in Israel where attempts to teach the doctrines of Christ were bogged down with interpreting the movement as a sect of Judaism. This was the objective of some of the disciples led by James, the half-brother of Christ. They strongly resisted the path taken by the Apostle Paul who pleaded with them to teach the doctrine outside of Israel and to admit non-Jews as members of the church. Some of the disciples understood this message and selected different areas around the rim of the Mediterranean to work as Apostles. CONVERTED PAGANS Christianity, at that time, did not exist as a single denomination and church. A large number of small congregations of converted pagans in the Mediterranean and North African countries held meetings in small groups in private homes. These worshippers were in touch mainly with other local congregations. They were held together by the teachings and writings of the Apostles, especially Paul who had been pursuing this mission even before the death of Christ. An elected pope provided some authority. The small churches responded to their own bishops for leadership. This enabled them to add new practices to the original rituals. They also worked with various biblical documents which did not all coincide. This led to doctrinal variances including several views on the date of the birth of Christ. Some churches favoured dates which would coincide with Easter. Others January 6, the Epiphany, for different reasons. Obviously, these fundamental differences had to be settled. But, it was not the Christian church that settled the issue. The Roman Empire was pagan. Officially, people worshipped any of many Gods from a large pantheon. Each God had domain over a particular area of natural or human experience which affected the lives of the people: war, love, the sea, the sun, and so on. Persecution of Christians was commonplace as various Roman Emperors considered them to be potential insurgents preaching a strange and dangerous doctrine of the forgiveness of sin, redemption and life everlasting. It was a powerful doctrine for which pagan Rome had few answers. POWERFUL CONGLOMERATION Despite persecution, Christianity grew, especially in Eastern Europe and bordering Asian countries. The Christian church was gradually becoming a force to be reckoned with. This is the background to the first three centuries after Christ. The Roman Empire was the largest and most powerful conglomeration of nations and peoples at that time. Despite the introduction of administrative systems of governance and a system of law on which our modern law is founded, the empire was unwieldy and subject to insurgencies within its own ranks as various regional commanders of Rome's army tried to wrestle territorial control which could strengthen their own power base. Putting down insurgencies was a recurrent theme in holding the empire together. This was not the only threat. The wealth and glamour of Rome; the monumental palaces and pagan temples; the advanced standard of living through which people who enjoyed modern conveniences of roads, transportation and water conveyed in aqueducts; the system of laws and governance, all made the empire, and, in particular Rome, the envy of its neighbours. These neighbours ­ the Goths; the Visigoths, the Franks, the Huns of Attila; Carthaginians of Hannibal, and even Vikings from the far North ­ were all enemies who raided Rome and its territories from time to time, often with success. The raiders were considered to be 'barbarians' because they lived an uncouth lifestyle in backward countries having none of the magnificence of Rome. They were attracted by the booty to be taken from wealthy Rome. Hence, raising attacking armies was never a problem, especially when strategic alliances were made, as between the Huns and Visigoths when Attila mounted his invasion of Rome. In this mix of internal wars and external invasions, Roman emperors were often deposed by murder or military might, some died naturally. This was the case with the Emperor Galerius who died in 311 AD. Galerius issued a proclamation which freed all Christians from persecution because, as a persecutor himself, he was concerned about the growing list of persecuted martyrs and the build-up of political pressure. Five days later he unexpectedly died. REVELATION After the death of Galerius in 311 AD, the Empire was divided among four powerful claimants, each leading their own army. Constantine was one of the four. With this foothold in the Empire, Constantine went to war with Maxentius, one of the four who controlled Rome. It was here that the turning point for Christianity occurred. Constantine's troops were poised at the Milivan Bridge to invade Rome when he said that he had a revelation, or a vision, in which he was commanded to place a Christian symbol or the shields of his soldiers in preparation for battle. Constantine interpreted this as a command from the Christian God. He went into battle with Christian symbols and won. He was now in a position of strength. In 313 AD, he ordered the persecution of Christians to cease, released those who were imprisoned and returned to all Christians their properties, including cemeteries and churches. Constantine, with astute diplomatic and military strategies, went on to gain control of the rest of the Empire, bringing the entire Roman Empire under one leadership. From this position of strength, Constantine could perform the impossible: satisfy the growing Christian congregations, as well as the pagan aristocracy in Rome who were backed by the rural peasantry. He played his masterstroke by creating an eastern capital for the Empire as a new seat of power to offset the power of the western capital in Rome. This new capital for the eastern Empire was built at Byzantium and named Constantinople. HISTORIC DECISION Constantine was now seen as the Emperor who defended Christianity although he never formally became a Christian. He continued to participate in pagan ceremonies while cementing Christianity. His ability to straddle both religions served him well. In 325 AD, he made another historic decision. He summoned a great assembly of the Christian Bishops to gather at Nicea. At this first Ecumenical Council many fundamentals of Christianity were settled: which books should be included in the Bible so that there would be one standard doctrine and, of equal importance, the adoption of the Nicene creed ("We believe in one God, the Father, the Almighty, maker of heaven and earth ...") But there was one other major hurdle: a delicate modus operandi had to be worked out to continue to give respect and credibility to the powerful God of the Unconquered Sun, Apollo, as well as to Christian devotees. Sunday was the day of the Unconquered Sun. It was also the day on which Christians celebrated the resurrection of Christ. By an imperial edict, he commanded that all soldiers should worship on Sundays, giving recognition to Christians and Pagan observances. After this, it was only one further step to establishing the date of Christmas which Christians celebrated as the birth of Christ. In the last week of December, the feast of Apollo was held annually. This was the most important celebration of the Roman calendar. Christmas was positioned at December 25, the day before the feast of Apollo began. Christians and pagans could then happily have almost concurrent celebrations. CONSTANTINOPLE After his death in 337, Constantine the Emperor was renamed Constantine the Great. He was raised to the status of a God. His legacy was Constantinople, the jewel of the eastern Empire, an extensive period of peace and the foundation of Christianity in the Empire as the official religion. The fall of Rome to the 'barbarians' in 410 AD marked the end of the Roman Empire. But Constantinople, capital of the eastern Empire, built in Byzantium, became the centre that kept alive the political and cultural legacy of Rome for a thousand years. It was eventually known as the Byzantine Empire. As Christmas is celebrated throughout the Christian world, it is difficult to believe that this time of peace and fellowship had its origin in such a chequered history of war and intrigue. But it is not difficult to understand that the history of the world might have been very different if it was not for the vision of Constantine at the Milvian Bridge. This decisive battle changed history, established the future of Christianity and settled the date of Christmas. Edward Seaga is a former Prime Minister. He is now a Distinguished Fellow at the University West Indies.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

U2 - One Tree Hill

We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill
As the day begs the night for mercy love
The sun so bright it leaves no shadows
Only scars carved into stone
On the face of earth
The moon is up and over One Tree Hill
We see the sun go down in your eyes

You run like river, on like a sea
You run like a river runs to the sea

And in the world a heart of darkness
A fire zone
Where poets speak their heart
Then bleed for it
Jara sang, his song a weapon
In the hands of love
You know his blood still cries
From the ground

It runs like a river runs to the sea
It runs like a river to the sea

I don't believe in painted roses
Or bleeding hearts
While bullets rape the night of the merciful
I'll see you again
When the stars fall from the sky
And the moon has turned red
Over One Tree Hill

We run like a river
Run to the sea
We run like a river to the sea
And when it's raining
Raining hard
That's when the rain will
Break my heart

Raining...raining in the heart
Raining in your heart
Raining...raining to your heart
Raining, raining...raining
Raining to your heart
Raining...raining in your heart
Raining in your heart..
To the sea

Oh great ocean
Oh great sea
Run to the ocean
Run to the sea

Friday, December 23, 2005

Dalai Lama: "The Best Solution to Solve a Problem is Through Dialogue in a Spirit of Mutual Respect"

The two-day visit of His Holiness the Dalai Lama to the Scottish capital concluded here this evening with an address to the 4thWorld Parliamentarians’ Convention on Tibet that wasco-hosted by the Scottish Cross Party Parliamentary Group on Tibet and the UK All Party Parliamentary Group for Tibet.

Expressing his appreciation to all the members of parliament from across the world and other participants, His Holiness said that although some Chinese government officials may consider the convention as “anti-Chinese’, in reality it is not at all anti-Chinese or anti-China. He emphasised that the Tibetan struggle is neither anti-Chinese nor anti-China and that moment the Chinese leadership show genuine understanding and a willingness to resolve the Tibet issue, there will be no need for outside support for the just Tibetan cause.

His Holiness said that China’s recent attitude toward the fragile ecology of Tibet and the news tore habilitate the late Chinese leader Hu Yaobang were positive developments.

“I admire Hu Yaobang’s courage. In 1982 he visited Tibet and reduced the number of Han Chinese settlers in Tibet,” His Holiness said adding that all man-made problems are created because of ignorance and lack of proper knowledge and information.

His Holiness also spoke about how the Tibetan people were implementing democratic principles of governance in exile and hoped that the present Chinese leader Hu Jintao will adopt a more realistic approach to resolve the Tibet issue.

The 4th World Parliamentarians’ Convention on Tibet’s “Edinburgh Declaration” thanked “the people of Scotland and the Scottish Parliament’s Cross Party Group on Tibet and the UK All Party Parliamentary Group for Tibet as well as the City of Edinburgh for their hospitality in hosting this convention.” Among other points, it “called on all governments and parliaments to monitor closely China’s behaviour in Tibet and developments regarding negotiations with the Dalai Lama and his representatives, and to place and keep Tibet firmly on the agenda of bilateral and multilateral discussions with China.”

Earlier, His Holiness visited the Scottish Parliament where he was welcomed by Mr. Chris Ballance, Convener of the Scottish Cross Party Parliamentary Group on Tibet and other members of the Cross Party Tibet Group. Mr. Ballance said that Tibet has a significant place in the world and this is why it was important that Tibet be made a Zone of Peace as envisioned by His Holiness the Dalai Lama.

In the morning His Holiness spoke on the subject of “Ethics for the New Millennium” at the Usher Hall, tickets for which were sold out a long time back according to the officials of the Edinburgh Interfaith Association, which with the backing of the Edinburgh City Council had organised the public event. Prof. Sheila MacLean, a distinguished academic of international standing and repute also spoke and shared the platform with His Holiness. The conversation was chaired by the Rt. Revd Richard Holloway, who is a writer/broadcaster and Chairman of the Scottish Arts Council.

His Holiness told the capacity filled audience that the best solution to solve a problem is through dialogue in a spirit of mutual respect and good motivation. He said the application of non-violent method does not have any negative side effect.

“It is common sense that war is bad. In order to achieve genuine world peace we need to develop inner disarmament as well as external disarmament,” said His Holiness, who in his book, “Ancient Wisdom, Modern World – Ethics for the New Millennium” further elaborates by saying, “Peace is not something which exists independently of us. But nor does war. It is true that certain individuals – political leaders,policy makers, army generals – do have particularly grave responsibilities in respect for peace. However,these people do not come from nowhere. Like us, they were nourished by their mother’s milk and affection.They are members of our own human family and have been nurtured within the society, which we as individual shave helped create. Peace in the world thus depends on peace in the hearts of individuals. This in turn depends on all of us practicing ethics by disciplining our response to negative thoughts and emotions, and developing basic spiritual qualities.”

Like the last visit to Edinburgh in June 2004, this visit of His Holiness to the Scottish capital also generated a lot of public goodwill and media attention for Tibet and the Tibetan Nobel Peace Laureate’smessage of peace and tolerance. At all the programme venues the atmosphere looked colourfully vibrant and festive with Tibetans, Edinburghians and others lining up the street to greet His Holiness.

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Bloke finds self on Google Earth

Satellite snaps sunbathing ne'er-do-well

Published Tuesday 20th December 2005 14:01 GMT
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Here's something interesting for all you Google Earth aficionados, courtesy of hard-drinking student layabout Matthew Wilkes:

This is a bit random, but think this might be a first. I've found myself on a google earth satellite photo. How you might ask! Well, I'm a student in Bristol, UK, and was living here over the summer with one of my other housemate (the other 5 were living with their parents).

We were both working full time, but as it was summer we had hours of sunlight after work, so we wired up a stereo to the garden, and sat around, shirts off, sunbathing. The good life. For detail, we usually listened to Lemon Jelly, and drank either Gin and Tonic, or beer (usually Grolsch, but not always - the gin was always Plymouth standard strength, not the Naval strength stuff)

Those sunbathing lads in full

Hmmm. There are a few obvious questions here: just how long do you have to lie in a garden to guarantee an appearance on Google Earth?; just what evidence do we really have that this is not in fact Osama bin Laden and Mohammed "Laughing Boy" al-Zarqawi sharing a couple of G&Ts?; and what on God's green earth has happened to students? Plymouth Standard Strength and Grolsch? Now when I was a lad... ®

Thursday, December 22, 2005

In Defense of Emma Goldman and the Right of Expropriation

by Voltairine de Cleyre PHILADELPHIA. 1894.(3515 WALLACE STREET.)


Delivered in New York, Dec. 16. 1894. The light is pleasant, is it not my friends? It is good to look into each other's faces, to see the hands that clasp our own, to read the eyes that search our thoughts, to know what manner of lips give utterance to our pleasant greetings. It is good to be able to wink defiance at the Night, the cold, unseeing Night. How weird, how gruesome, how chilly it would be if I stood here in blackness, a shadow addressing shadows, in a house of blindness! Yet each would know that he was not alone; yet might we stretch hands and touch each other, and feel the warmth of human presence near. Yet might a sympathetic voice ring thro' the darkness, quickening the dragging moments. -- The lonely prisoners in the cells of Blackwell's Island have neither light nor sound! The short day hurries across the sky, the short day still more shortened in the gloomy walls. The long chill night creeps up so early, weaving its sombre curtain before the imprisoned eyes. And thro' the curtain comes no sympathizing voice, beyond the curtain lies the prison silence, beyond that the cheerless, uncommunicating land, and still beyond the icy, fretting river, black and menacing, ready to drown. A wall of night, a wall of stone, a wall of water! Thus has the great State of New York answered EMMAOLDMANN; thus have the classes replied to the masses; thus do the rich respond to the poor; thus does the Institution of Property give its ultimatum to Hunger!

"Give us work" said EMMA GOLDMANN; "if you do not give us work, then give us bread; if you do not give us either work or bread then we shall take bread."-- It wasn't a very wise remark to make to the State of New York, that is--Wealth and its watch-dogs, the Police. But I fear me much that the apostles of liberty, the fore-runners of revolt, have never been very wise. There is a record of a seditious person, who once upon a time went about with a few despised followers in Palestine, taking corn out of other people's corn-fields; (on the Sabbath day, too). That same person, when he wished to ride into Jerusalem told his disciples to go forward to where they would find a young colt tied, to unloose it and bring it to him, and if any one interfered or said anything to them, were to say: "My master hath need of it". That same person said: "Give to him that asketh of thee, and from him that taketh away thy goods ask them not back again". That same person once stood before the hungry multitudes of Galilee and taught them, saying: "The Scribes and the Pharisees sit in Moses' seat; therefore whatever they bid you observe, that observe and do. But do not ye after their works, for they say, and do not. For they bind heavy burdens, and grievous to be borne, and lay them on men's shoulders; but they themselves will not move them with one of their fingers. But all their works they do to be seen of men; they make broad their phylacteries, and enlarge the borders of their garments: and love the uppermost rooms at feasts, and the chief seats in the synagogues, and greetings in the markets, and to be called of men, Rabbi, Rabbi'." And turning to the scribes and the pharisees, he continued: "Woe unto you, Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye devour widows' houses, and for a presence make long prayers: therefore shall ye receive the greater damnation. Woe unto you, Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye pay tithe of mint, and anise, and cummin, and have omitted the weightier matters of the law, judgment, and mercy, and faith: these ought ye to have done and not left the other undone. Ye blind guides, that strain at a gnat and swallow a camel! Woe unto you, Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye make clean the outside of the cup end plaster, but within they are full of extortion and excess. Woe unto you, Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but within are full of dead men's bones and all uncleanness. Even so ye outwardly appear righteous unto men, but within ye are full of hypocrisy and iniquity. Woe unto you, Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! Because ye build the tombs of the prophets and garnish the sepulchres of the righteous; and say, 'if we had been in the days of our fathers we would not have been partakers with them in the blood of the prophets'. Wherefore ye be witnesses unto yourselves that ye are the children of them which killed the prophets. Fill ye up then the measure of your fathers! Ye serpents! Ye generations of vipers! How can ye escape the damnation of hell!"

Yes; these are the words of the outlaw who is alleged to form the foundation stone of modern civilization, to the authorities of his day. Hypocrites, extortionists, doers of iniquity, robbers of the poor, blood-partakers, serpents, vipers, fit for hell!

It wasn't a very wise speech, from beginning to end. Perhaps he knew it when he stood before Pilate to receive his sentence, when he bore his heavy crucifix up Calvary, when nailed upon it, stretched in agony, he cried: "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me!"

No, it wasn't wise--but it was very grand.

This grand, foolish person, this beggar-tramp, this thief who justified the action of hunger, this man who set the right of Property beneath his foot, this Individual who defied the State, do you know why he was so feared and hated, and punished? Because, as it is said in the record, "the common people heard him gladly"; and the accusation before Pontius Pilate was, "we found this fellow perverting the whole nation. He stirreth up the people, teaching throughout all Jewry".

Ah, the dreaded "common people"!

When Cardinal Manning wrote: "Necessity knows no law, and a starving man has a natural right to his neighbor's bread", who thought of arresting Cardinal Manning? His was a carefully written article in the FORTNIGHTLY REVIEW. Who read it? Not the people who needed bread. Without food in their stomachs, they had no fifty cents to spend for a magazine. It was not the voice of the people themselves asserting rights. No one for one instant imagined that Cardinal Manning put himself at the head of ten thousand hungry men to loot the bakeries of London. It was a piece of ethical hair-splitting to be discussed in after-dinner speeches by the wine-muddled gentlemen who think themselves most competent to consider such subjects when their dress-coats are spoiled by the vomit of gluttony and drunkenness. But when EMMA GOLDMANN stood in Union Square and said, "if they do not give you work or bread then take bread", the common people heard her gladly and as of old the wandering carpenter of Nazareth addressed his own class, teaching throughout all Jewry, stirring up the people against the authorities, so the dressmaker of New York addressing the unemployed working-people of New York, was the menace of the depths of society, crying in its own tongue. The authorities heard and were afraid: therefore the triple wall.

It is the old, old story. When Thomas Paine, one hundred years ago, published the first part of "The Rights of Man", the part in which he discusses principles only, the edition was a high-priced one, reaching comparatively few readers. It created only a literary furore. When the second part appeared, the part in which he treats of the application of principles, in which he declares that "men should not petition rights but take them", it came out in a cheap form, so that one hundred thousand copies were sold in a few weeks. That brought down the prosecution of the government. It had reached the people that might act, and prosecution followed prosecution till Botany Bay was full of the best men of England. Thus were the limitations of speech and press declared, and thus will they ever be declared so long as there are antagonistic interests in human society.

Understand me clearly. I believe that the term "constitutional right of free speech" is a meaningless phrase, for this reason: the constitution of the United States, and the Declaration of Independence, and particularly the latter, were, in their day, progressive expressions of progressive ideals. But they are, throughout, characterized y the metaphysical philosophy which dominated the thought of the last century. They speak of "inherent rights", "inalienable rights", "natural rights", etc: They declare that men are equal because of a supposed, mysterious wetness, existing somehow apart from matter. I do not say this to disparage those grand men who dared to put themselves against the authorities of the monarchy, and to conceive a better ideal of society, one which they certainly thought would secure equal rights to men; because I realize fully that no one can live very far in advance of the time-spirit, and I am positive in my own mind that, unless some cataclysm destroys the human race before the end of the twentieth century the experience of the next hundred years will explode many of our own theories. But the experience of this age has proven that metaphysical quantities do not exist apart from materials, and hence humanity can not be made equal by declarations on paper. Unless the material conditions for equality exist, it is worse than mockery to pronounce men equal. And unless there is equality (and by equality I mean equal chances for every one to make the most of himself) unless, I say, these equal chances exist, freedom, either of thought, speech, or action, is equally a mockery.

I once read that one million angels could dance at the same time on the point of a needle; possibly one million angels might be able to get a decent night's lodging by virtue of their constitutional rights; one single tramp couldn't. And whenever the tongues of the non-possessing class threaten the possessors, whenever the disinherited menace the privileged, that moment you will find that the constitution isn't made for you. Therefore I think anarchists make a mistake when they contend for their constitutional rights. As a prominent lawyer, Mr. Thomas Earle White of Phila., himself an anarchist, said to me not long since: "What are you going to do about it? Go into the courts, and fight for your legal rights? Anarchists haven't got any." "Well", says the governmentalist, "you can't consistently claim any. You don't believe in constitutions and laws." Exactly so; and if any one will right my constitutional wrongs I will willingly make him a present of my constitutional rights. At the same time I am perfectly sure no one will ever make this exchange; nor will any help ever come to the wronged class from the outside. Salvation on the vicarious plan isn't worth despising. Redress of wrongs will not come by petitioning "the powers that be'. "He has rights who dare maintain them." "The Lord helps them who help themselves." (And when one is able to help himself, I don't think he is apt to trouble the Lord much for his assistance.) As long as the working-people fold hands and pray the gods in Washington to give them work, so long they will not get it. So long as they tramp the streets, whose stones they lay, whose filth they clean, whose sewers they dig, yet upon which they must not stand too long lest the policeman bid them "move on"; as long as they go from factory to factory, begging for the opportunity to be a slave, receiving the insults of bosses and foremen, getting the old "no", the old shake of the head, in these factories they built, whose machines they wrought; so long as they consent to herd like cattle, in the cities, driven year after year, more and more, off the mortgaged land, the land they cleared, fertilized, cultivated, rendered of value; so long as they stand shivering, gazing thro' plate glass windows at overcoats, which they made, but cannot buy, starving in the midst of food they produced but cannot have; so long as they continue to do these things vaguely relying upon some power outside themselves, be it god, or priest, or politician, or employer, or charitable society, to remedy matters, so long deliverance will be delayed. When they conceive the possibility of a complete international federation of labor, whose constituent groups shall take possession of land, mines, factories, all the instruments of production, issue their own certificates of exchange, and, in short, conduct their own industry without regulative interference from law-makers or employers, then we may hope for the only help which counts for aught--Self-Help; the only condition which can guarantee free speech, (and no paper guarantee needed).

But meanwhile, while we are waiting, for there is yet much grist of the middle class to be ground between the upper and nether millwheels of economic evolution; while we await the formation of the international labor trust; while we watch for the day when there are enough of people with nothing in their stomachs and desperation in their heads, to go about the work of expropriation; what shall those do who are starving now?

That is the question which EMMA GOLDMANN had to face; and she answered it by saying: "Ask, and if you do not receive, take,--take bread".

I do not give you that advice. Not because I do not think that bread belongs to you; not because I do not think you would be morally right in taking it; not that I am not more shocked and horrified and embittered by the report of one human being starving in the heart of plenty than by all the Pittsburgs;, and Chicagoes, and Homesteads, and Tennessees, and Coeur d'Alenes, and Buffaloes, and Barcelonas, and Parises not that I do not think one little bit of sensitive human flesh is worth all the property rights in N. Y. city; not that I think the world will ever be saved by the sheep's virtue of going patiently to the shambles; not that I do not believe the expropriation of the possessing classes inevitable, and that that expropriation will begin by just such acts' EMMA GOLDMANN advised, viz: the taking possession of wealth already produced; not that I think you owe any consideration to the conspirators of Wall Street, or those who profit by their operations, as such nor ever will till they are reduced to the level of human beings having equal chances with you to earn their share of social wealth, and no more, not that I would have you forget the consideration they have shown to you; that they have advised lead for strikers, strychnine for tramps, bread and water as good enough for working people; not that I cannot hear yet in my ears the words of one who said to me of the Studebaker Wagon Works' strikers, "if I had my way I'd mow them down with gatling guns"; not that I would have you forget the electric wire of Ft. Frick, nor the Pinkertons, nor the militia, nor the prosecutions for murder and treason; not that I would have you forget the 4th of May, when your constitutional right of free speech was vindicated, nor the 11th of Nov. when it was assassinated; not that I would have you forget the single dinner at Delmonico's which Ward Mc.Allister tells us cost ten thousand collars! Would I have you forget that the wine in the glasses was your children's blood? It must be a rare drink--children blood! I have read of the wonderful sparkle on costly champagne; -- I have never seen it. If I did I think it would look to me like mother tears over the little, white, wasted forms of dead babies;--dead--because--there was no milk in their breasts! Yes, I want you to remember that these rich are blood-drinkers, tearers of human flesh, gnawers of human bones! Yes, if I had the power I would burn your wrongs upon your hearts in characters that should glow like live coals in the night!

I have not a tongue of fire as EMMA GOLDMANN has; I cannot "stir the people"; I must speak in my own cold, calculated way. (Perhaps that is the reason I am let to speak at all.) But if I had the power my will is good enough. You know how Shakespeare's Marc Antony addressed the populace of Rome:

"I am no orator, as Brutus is, But as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend. And that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood. I only speak right on. I tell you that which you yourselves do know, Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar's, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny."

If, therefore, I do not give you the advice which EMMA GOLDMANN gave, let not the authorities suppose it is because I have any more respect for their constitution and their law than she has, or that I regard them as having any rights in the matter.

No. My reasons for not giving that advice are two. First, if I were giving advice at all, I would say: "My friends, that bread belongs to you. It is you who toiled and sweat in the sun to sow and reap the wheat; it is you who stood by the thresher, and breathed the chaff-filled atmosphere in the mills, while it was ground to flour; it is you who went into the eternal night of the mine and risked drowning, fire-damp, explosion, and cave-in, to get the fuel for the fire that baked it; it is you who stood in the hell-like heat, and struck the blows that forged the iron for the ovens wherein it is baked; it is you who stand all night in the terrible cellar shops, and tend the machines that knead the flour into dough; it is you, you, you, farmer, miner, mechanic, who make the bread; but you haven't the power to take it. At every transformation wrought by toil some one who didn't toil has taken part from you; and now he has it all, and you haven't the power to take it back! You are told you have the power because you have the numbers. Never make so silly a blunder as to suppose that power resides in numbers. One good, level-headed policeman with a club, is worth ten excited, unarmed men; one detachment of well-drilled militia has a power equal to that of the greatest mob that could be raised in New York City. Do you know I admire compact, concentrated power. Let me give you an illustration. Out in a little town in Illinois there is a certain capitalist, and if ever a human creature sweat and ground the grist of gold from the muscle of man, it is he. Well, once upon a time, his workmen, (not his slaves, his workmen,) were on strike; and fifteen hundred muscular Polacks armed with stones, brickbats, red hot pokers, anti other such crude weapons as a mob generally collects, went up to his house for the purpose of smashing the windows, and so forth; possibly to do as those people in Italy did the other day with the sheriff who attempted to collect the milk tax. He alone, one man, met them on the steps of his porch, and for two mortal hoers, by threats, promised, cajoleries, held those fifteen hundred Poles at bay. And finally they went away, without smashing a pane of glass or harming a hair of his head. Now that was power! And you can't help but admire it, no matter if it was your enemy who displayed it; and you must admit that so long as numbers can be overcome by such relative quantity, power does not reside in numbers. Therefore, if I were giving advice, I would not say, "take bread", but take counsel with yourselves flow to get the power to take bread.

There is no doubt but that power is latently in you; there is little doubt it can be developed; there is no doubt the authorities know this, and fear it, and are ready to exert as much force as is necessary to repress any signs of its development. And this is the explanation of EMMA GOLMANN'S imprisonment. The authorities do not fear you as you are, they only fear what you may become. The dangerous thing was "the voice crying in the wilderness" foretelling the power which was to come after it. You should have seen how they feared it in Phila. They got out a whole platoon of police and detectives, and executed a military maneuver to catch the little woman who had been running around under their noses for three days. And when she walked up to them, why then, they surrounded and captured her, and guarded the city hall where they kept her over night, and put a detective in the next cell to make notes. Why so much fear? Did they shrink from the stab of the dressmakers needle? Or did they dread some stronger weapon?

Ah! -- the accusation before the New York Pontius Pilate was: "she stirreth up the people". And Pilate sentenced her to the full limit of the law, because, he said, "you are more than ordinarily intelligent". Why is intelligence dealt thus hardly with? Because it is the beginning of power. Strive, then, for power.

My second reason for not repeating EMMA GOLDMANN'S words is, that I, as an anarchist, have no right to advise another to do anything involving a risk to himself; nor would I give a fillip for an action done by the advice of some one else, unless it is accompanied by a well-argued, well-settled conviction on the part of the person acting, that it really is the best thing to do. Anarchism, to me, means not only the denial of authority, not only a new economy, but a revision of the principles of morality. It means the development of the individual as well as the assertion of the individual. IT means self-responsibility, and not leader worship. I say it is your business to decide whether you will starve and freeze in sight of food and clothing, outside of jail, or commit some overt act against the institution of property and take your place beside TIMMERMANN and GOLDMANN. And in saying this I mean to cast no reflection whatever upon Miss Goldmann for doing otherwise. She and I hold many differing views on both Economy and Morals; and that she is honest in hers she has proven better than I have proven mine. Miss Goldmann is a communist; I am an individualist. She wishes to destroy the right of property, I wish to assert it. I make my war upon privilege and authority, whereby the right of property, the true right in that which is proper to the individual, is annihilated. She believes that co-operation would entirely supplant competition; I hold that competition in one form or another will always exist, and that it is highly desirable it should. But whether she or I be right, or both of us be wrong, of one thing I am sure; the spirit which animates EMMA GOLDMANN is the only one which will emancipate the slave from his slavery, the tyrant from his tyranny--the spirit which is willing to dare and suffer.

That which dwells in the frail body in the prison-room to-night is not the New York dressmaker alone. Transport yourselves there in thought a moment; look steadily into those fair, blue eyes, upon the sun-brown hair, the sea-shell face, the restless hands, the woman's figure, look steadily till these fade from sight, as things will fade when gazed long upon, look steadily till in place of the person, the individual of time and place, you see that which transcends time and place, and flits from house to house of Life, mocking at Death. Swinburne in his magnificent "Before a Crucifix" says:

"With iron for thy linen bands, And unclean cloths for winding-sheet, They bind the people's nail-pierced hands, They hide the people's nail-pierced feet: And what man, or what angel known Shall roll back the sepulchral stone?"

Perhaps in the presence of this untrammeled spirit we shall feel that something has rolled back the sepulchral stone; and up from the cold wind of the grave is borne the breath that animated ANAXAGORAS, SOCRATES, CHRIST, HYPATIA, JOHN HUSS, BRUNO, ROBERT EMMET, JOHN BROWN, SOPHIA PEROVSKAYA, PARSONS, FISCHER, ENGEL, SPIES, LINGG, BERKMANN, PALLAS; and all those, known and unknown, who have died by tree, and axe, and fagot, or dragged out forgotten lives in dungeons, derided, hated, tortured by men. Perhaps we shall know ourselves face to face with that which leaps from the throat of the strangled when the rope chokes, which smokes up from the blood of the murdered when the axe falls; that which has been forever hunted, fettered, imprisoned, exiled, executed, and never conquered. Lo, from its many incarnations it comes forth again, the immortal Race-Christ of the Ages! The gloomy walls are glorified thereby, the prisoner is transfigured: And we say, reverently we say:

"O sacred Head, O desecrate, O labor-wounded feet and hands, O blood poured forth in pledge to fate Of nameless lives in divers lands! O slain, and spent, and sacrificed People! The gray-grown, speechless Christ."

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

From The crew of neo-slack comes the Kill Your Television DVD. Featuring more than 50 artists and media makers the show is a fast paced dis-syphony with massively varied content - docos, short films, culture jams music, satire, interviews - just about everything.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

The Moon by Henry David Thoreau

Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide; Mortality below her orb is placed. --Raleigh The full-orbed moon with unchanged ray Mounts up the eastern sky, Not doomed to these short nights for aye, But shining steadily. She does not wane, but my fortune, Which her rays do not bless, My wayward path declineth soon, But she shines not the less. And if she faintly glimmers here, And paled is her light, Yet alway in her proper sphere She's mistress of the night.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Diane Arbus (1923-1971), Photographer

Photo link courtesy of Sunshine Jim.

Sunday, December 18, 2005


Saturday, December 17, 2005

I will beguile him with the tongue by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Reason says, “ I will beguile him with the tongue.”; Love says, “Be silent. I will beguile him with the soul.” The soul says to the heart, “Go, do not laugh at me and yourself. What is there that is not his, that I may beguile him thereby?” He is not sorrowful and anxious and seeking oblivion that I may beguile him with wine and a heavy measure. The arrow of his glance needs not a bow that I should beguile the shaft of his gaze with a bow. He is not prisoner of the world, fettered to this world of earth, that I should beguile him with gold of the kingdom of the world. He is an angel, though in form he is a man; he is not lustful that I should beguile him with women. Angels start away from the house wherein this form is, so how should I beguile him with such a form and likeness? He does not take a flock of horses, since he flies on wings; his food is light, so how should I beguile him with bread? He is not a merchant and trafficker in the market of the world that I should beguile him with enchantment of grain and loss. He is not veiled that I should make myself out sick and utter sighs, to beguile him with lamentation. I will bind my head and bow my head, for I have got out of hand; I will not beguile his compassion with sickness or fluttering. Hair by hair he sees my crookedness and feigning; what’s hidden from him that I should beguile him with anything hidden. He is not a seeker of fame, a prince addicted to poets, that I should beguile him with verses and lyrics and flowing poetry. The glory of the unseen form is too great for me to beguile it with blessing or Paradise. Shams-e Tabriz, who is his chosen and beloved–perchance I will beguile him with this same pole of the age.

Friday, December 16, 2005

Muzical Interlude

Change of Atmostphere Sound Selector

Thursday, December 15, 2005

A Languid Cup of Tea

Your passion is my pleasure Your desires served at leisure Your hands coil round that treasure Yes - a languid cup to sip. In these tea rooms they bewail, The lack of pies and rustic ale, While all those ladies quiver frail, For that slice of cake you bit. You know I crave this most, To spread butter on your toast, Among the condiments to coast, For that moment marmalade. With those fine white pearly teeth, You'll provide me with relief, And restore my lost belief: The crunch of teeth relayed. You can reach across to grasp, Biscuits firmly in your clasp With a warm vivacious laugh, By those lips moistly defined. I would love to plant a kiss, But such behaviour is amiss, And would have me soon dismissed From the table of your mind. * Copyright; Mir

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Hakim Bey

Tuesday, December 13, 2005


If you do not agree with your government, my suggestion is to write them or call them. Posted by: -B at December 12, 2005 12:35 PM HA! You wish it were that simple. Posted by: -A. at December 12, 2005 12:36 PM I thought about this today. I should have said that it *might* work if *everyone* with governmental grievances called or wrote. So upon reflection, I somewhat agree with what you wrote…And me, feeling small and powerless against the government is what seems to be what made me decide to write that snarky comment. Because even when a lot of us call and/or write about an issue, it still feels like the government does exactly what It wants to. This may be why some people do not participate in a process that so often seems hopeless. * Posted by: -B at December 12, 2005 12:33 PM I don't read slowly here unless something very much interests me. * I'm not a Democrat or a Republican. I think if a person labels themselves as one or the other party, then they’re already divided, and it's obvious we've been conquered. To me this seems like exactly the way they (the government) wants the people to be - DIVIDED, on every issue. My personal belief is that the two parties are actually an illusion, and both are controlled by One group or groups of people. I'm not sure who, but my guess is it's the wealthiest of us all who do that. Whoever they are that manipulate and control All, they know that it's easier to control half, (less than half), of the participating followers of each party...Republicans are merely more effective at this because they're more wealthy and more cohesive. I believe they're more cohesive because they're more religion based and it's easier to control and manipulate people via their faith because they're already natural followers. Democrats *seem* to be freer thinkers, but I think that's also part of the intended illusion of that party, Democrats are more difficult to unite. They're generally younger and less wealthy than people who follow the Republican party. It's NOT easy, if not impossible to manipulate and control an entire, united population. Which is why I advocate breaking out of labels and parties and coming together as humans. Near impossible, as most people don't focus on same-nesses, just differences, and mostly operate from a place of fear. Also, I don't believe my votes count. I don't trust the process as it exists. * George Washington also warns of the potential dangers stemming from two parties in his "Farewell Address" September 17, 1796: "All obstructions to the execution of the Laws, all combinations and associations, under whatever plausible character, with the real design to direct, controul, counteract, or awe the regular deliberation and action of the constituted authorities, are destructive of this fundamental principle, and of fatal tendency. - They serve to organize faction, to give it an artificial and extraordinary force - to put in the place of the delegated will of the Nation, the will of a party; often a small but artful and enterprizing minority of the community; - and, according to the alternate triumphs of different parties, to make the public administration a mirror of the ill-concerted and incongruous projects of faction, rather than the organ of consistent and wholesome plans digested by common councils, and modified by mutual interests.-However combinations or associations of the above description may now and then answer popular ends, they are likely, in the course of time and things, to become potent engines, by which cunning, ambitious, and unprincipled men will be enabled to subvert the Power of the People and to usurp for themselves the reigns if Government; destroying afterwards the very engines, which have lifted them to unjust dominion. I have already intimated to you the danger of Parties in the State, with particular reference to the founding of them on Geographical discriminations.-Let me now take a more comprehensive view, and warn you in the most solemn manner against the baneful effects of the Spirit of Party, generally. This Spirit, unfortunately, is inseparable from our nature, having its root in the strongest passions of the human mind. -It exists under different shapes in all Governments, more or less stifled, controuled, or repressed; but, in those of the popular form, it is seen in its greatest rankness, and is truly their worst enemy. The alternate domination of one faction over another, sharpened by the spirit of revenge natural to party dissention, which in different ages and countries has perpetuated the most horrid enormities, is itself a frightful despotism.-But this leads at length to a more formal and permanent despotism. The disorders and miseries, which result, gradually incline the minds of men to seek security and repose in the absolute power of an Individual: and sooner or later the chief of some prevailing faction more able or more fortunate than his competitors, turns this disposition to the purposes of his own elevation, on the ruins of Public Liberty. ...It agitates the community with ill founded jealousies and false alarms, kindles the animosity of one part against another, foments occasionaly riots and insurrection.-It opens the doors to foreign influence and corruption, which find a facilitated access to the Government itself through channels of the party passions. Thus the policy and the will of one country, are subjected to the policy and will of another. There is an opinion that parties in free countries are useful checks upon the Administration of the Government, and serve to keep alive the Spirit of Liberty. This within certain limits is probably true-and in Governments of Monarchical cast, Patriotism may look with indulgence, if not with favour, upon the spirit of party. -But in those of the popular character, in Governments purely elective, it is a spirit not to be encouraged. -From their natural tendency, it is certain there will always be enough of that spirit for every salutary purpose, -and there being constant danger of excess, the effort ought to be, by force of public opinion, to mitigate and assuage it.-A fire not to be quenched, it demands a uniform vigilance to prevent its bursting into a flame, lest instead of warming, it should consume." * James Bryce "American Commonwealth", 1893 "There are two great and several minor parties in the United States. The great parties are the Republicans and the Democrats. What are their principles, their directive tenets, their tendencies? Which of them is for tariff reform, for the further extension of civil service reform, for a spirited foreign policy, for the regulation of railroads and telegraphs by legislation, for changes in the currency, for any other of the twenty issues which one hears discussed in the country as seriously involving its welfare? This is what a European is always asking intelligent Republicans and intelligent Democrats. He is always asking because he never gets an answer. The replies leave him in deeper perplexity. After some months the truth begins to dawn upon him. Neither party has, as a party, anything definitive to say on these issues; neither party has any clean-cut principles, and distinctive tenets. Both have traditions. Both claim to have tendencies. Both have certain war cries, organizations, interests of getting and keeping the patronage of the government. ....Parties go on contending because their members have formed habits of joint action, and have contracted hatreds and prejudices, and also because their leaders find their advantage in using these habits and playing on these prejudices. The American parties now continue to exist, because they have existed. The mill has been constructed, and its machinery goes on turning, even when there is no grist to grind. ........the conservative section of the Democrats, differ very little from the conservative Republicans, and there are radical Republicans whose views are shared by plenty of Democrats. This approximation seems to indicate that the time for a reconstruction of parties is approaching; but party organizations are strong things, and often interfere with natural evolution. ...An eminent journalist remarked to me in 1908 that the two parties were like two bottles. Each bore a label denoting the kind of liquor it contained, but each was empty. * Needless to say you can refer to the case for anarchism, in "Anarchism and Other Essays" by Emma Goldman written in 1910 "The goal of Anarchism is the freest possible expression of all the latent powers of the individual." .........Just as religion has fettered the human mind, and as property or the monopoly of things has subdued and stifled man's needs, so has the State enslaved his spirit, dictating every phase of conduct. "All government in essence,” says Emerson, "is tyranny." It matters not whether it is government by divine right or majority rule. In every instance its aim is the absolute subordination of the individual..." * Direct Action, in it's time of usage, generally meant using violence...however, Voltairine de Cleyre points to the Underground Railroad as an example of non-violent Direct Action. Not paying taxes is another. Voltairine explains that ALL the different Anarchists can be united by the idea of human freedom. I add that all people can be united by the idea of human freedom as well. These two parties and their cronyism and traditions have done nothing to unite America or the citizens of America, let alone the rest of our world and people. Creating strife over imaginary borders, what useless folly, and yet another way to divide and conquer the populations. Does one really need the government to take over the job of protecting and caring for people? Does one really need the government to make them wealthy? The government certainly has no concern with making anyone more intelligent, because that would be contrary to the purpose of controlling the population. A population which is right now under attack by the Government....(as was discussed last night on the blog), and killing us by any means necessary to leave what's left of the planet to the Ones who control it….and a plan that has the full consent of all the elected government, judging by their silence on speaking out against their own parties…they go along with anything in order to keep their positions of perceived power. Revolutions take place when thoughts turn in to actions. I had hoped that action would have begun September 24th. Cindy Sheehan and numerous others have caused action, however not enough of the population has decided that their daily lives are worth putting aside for freedom from government. It takes more than 1/2 of 1/2 of the US population to create a change. As long as there are people who are too poor to notice what the government is doing, because survival is their concern, too rich and comfortable to care what the government does, too ignorant to understand what government is doing...and as long as there are two parties, splitting what remains of people who even participate in the farce called government, a revolution by the people of the U.S. population is not possible. A phone call, email or letter by 1/2 of 1/2 of the people, to 1/2 of the two party system, is not going to change this beast into a beauty, imo.

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