As words become action; conjecture, truth; and vows, realizations...
The war has begun in earnest. While bombs are dropping and bullets flying, we say the dream-word "peace;" while blood splatters on the ground and blows into the sky, we hope that everyone could be safe, and fantasize that reason can prevail. Though we are at the begining of this horror, it is probably a good idea to start thinking about
how to deal with the messy clean-up.
The war has hardly begun. Earlier in the day, human beings brought their message to the Westwood Federal Building and were met by a force that tried to push them back. 38 companeros were arrested. Read about it: 1, 2, 3, 4. Listen to the Audio. See the photos: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.
Even earlier in the day there was a Code Pink demonstration at the Westwood veteran's cemetary. See the pics: 1, 2.
Riverside protesters "showed up in force."
As Bush, Dick, and Rummy fuck the world, what are your thoughts/actions/words?
