I Carried Che

March 19th, 2007 § 0 comments

protest DC

My first American protest and the coldest day to be outside dawn to dusk. I consider it a large personal sacrifice for the cause. When I got home I felt completely exhausted, bruised rather than sore, and my arms were limp from trying to keep the wind from smashing my sign down upon the heads of the marchers in front of me. The march illuminated the dirty side of America, the counter protest made me think of Jill and her famous saying of agreeing to disagree peacefully. Verbal abuse, I find, is physically abusive. It seemed surreal that a whole group of men could be looking at me and without knowing me at all shout such filth.

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Foreign Affairs

March 10th, 2007 § 4 comments

(Bush struggling in his South American tour)


“So my trip is to explain as clearly as I can that our nation is generous and compassionate, that when we see poverty, we care; that when we see illiteracy, we want to do something about it.”

I wonder if anyone in this country thinks this is true? I am glad some people, somewhere in the world, call a spade a spade, or in this case a fascist a fascist.


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