I have gone from newcomer to old veteran in these clothes and I make no apologies. I have visions of tribunals, of millions blocking the highways of this country out of rage and righteous anger,
"Don't take no nerve to do somepin, when you ain't got no choice." -- The Grapes of Wrath
I wonder what's to become of us, I wonder why more men and women haven't leapt from the balconies. It isn't the poverty which strips you bare; it isn't the lack of money in your pocket which breaks you down. It is the lack of security, the inability to plan because your life is literally up in the air somewhere between heaven and hell. And what's more, I could write about it until the cows come home but if you're not there you can ever understand it.
That is the issue we face"need, and how do we deal with that need. Is need a profit opportunity or is need something else, a problem to be solved humanely?
I am changed by this experience and whether this change is temporary or permanent I cannot yet say. There is a core to us all, we are millions and when I say I, I mean we. We are millions, millions who have been told that it is our own fault. We have been priced out of a job market against workers earning $25 per week. American cars are built in Mexico, Korean cars in Alabama and the only product we really produce anymore is poverty.
This year's hope and change becomes more of the same and change is not to be seen on the horizon. Shame is unheard of, as Rick Santorum claims that prenatal care leads to more abortions. This is no less than absolute madness, a war on the Post Office and on public employees. A government war punishing workers, punishing families and pushing people over the edge, stealing their futures to save a few nickels.
There was an episode of the Twilight Zone once where there was this little boy who was a monster. This little boy had strange mental powers and was able to inflict pain and injury upon those who didn't smile and pretend to be happy. This little boy had turned the world to hell on Earth for the adults. During a birthday party the guest of honor had too much to drink and encouraged the other adults to bash the little boy's head in with a chair while he kept him busy. That's how I feel sometimes; I want someone to bash this monster over the head.
"Pacifism is objectively pro-fascist. This is elementary common sense. If you hamper the war effort of one side, you automatically help out that of the other. Nor is there any real way of remaining outside such a war as the present one. In practice, 'he that is not with me is against me'."- George Orwell
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