If we do not move quickly and in stout numbers to support Congressman Kucinich' Article of Impeachment, they will adroitly be put aside by the forces of treachery and cowardice, and his courage will have be wasted, and so will America

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Late Monday evening, a skinny little man from Ohio stood to address the mostly empty seats of the House or Representatives. His words need no further embellishment here. We can, however, be grateful for this mountain of political integrity and courage finally after too many years of treachery by an incumbent government and cowardice by the so-called opposition, even after we had returned it to majorities in both houses of Congress..Now, that the king's evil nakedness has been at long last publicly announced in our Congress, what are WE to do? Allow Congressman Kucinich to dangle alone amidst the more "prudent, reasonable and less extreme" positioning of his fellow "representatives of the people" and the pontificating pundits of prudence? And are we to bask smugly in celebration at this "example," exchange acknowledgement of our moral superiority, call a special meeting, re-paint the signs for this week's sidewalk demonstration?.Hey, "life goes on" -- or does it? The answer is NO! And Kucinich will be squashed like a bug if we, WE permit it..Now is the time to exercise our disgust and rage actively and productively. Now is the time -- lest we waste last night's rare display of courage -- to finally DO SOMETHING THAT MAKES A DIFFERENCE..I think it should be done in Washington, and it will take a million or more of us, camping on the Mall, living on the streets, or wherever we are most visible, and we need to remain in place however long it takes, whatever the circumstances, the discomforts and the threats. We need to go to the seat of treachery and power and not return until we deserve and regain America."-"-"-"-"-..Rafe Pilgrim

Authors Bio:
Rafe Pilgrim, after "a life largely wasted on hard honest work," found himself a jungle of turkey oak, scrub pine and giant palmettos up a dirt road running east of Crystal River, Florida, which neither school busses nor the U.S. Postal Service dare to assay. Sharing a house of his own design with Spanky the cat, Darla a pit bull, and a foundling of mysterious breed named Alfalfa -- all collectively known as Our Gang -- he spends his time "productively: writing poetry, working for peace, and gazing at the sky."


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Central High School of Philadelphia, University of Maryland, Syracuse University, University of Maine, Ursinus College, Air Force Intelligence (Washington D.C., Germany), Ford Motor Company, Philco-Ford Corporation, Eighth Day Gallery, Phi Kappa Phi, Romey Everdell Award for Journalism,(1988), Hole in one (1998), and struggling to find America ever since 2000.