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I'm going to spend some time at the library...

How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

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Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

I'm going to spend some time at the library...

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run the fuck away
... talking with the administator if I can, because of this.

Also, someone put together the first draft of the proposal for the December 21st Protest, here. I think I'm going to add a revised version in the brochure I compose. (and trimmed out- the brochure has to be short and sweet and catchy).

I'm thinking that the slogan for this particular movement should be something like: "Just say kNOw, to the IAO." Or somesuch. It'll look good on a brochure at least.

I'm still not sure that this is a war we can win, but we have to try, at the very least. manycolored is right, we do need to make changes, small ones, in our daily lives.

And in the end, the only attack that's going to work is going to be the little things. But at the same time, I feel that quick, decisive and forceful action may stop things before they get too bad. We've got to reach millions of people, and show them why they should think like we do, and what they're going to lose if they don't. And to get people's attentions, you've got to be big, out there, and noticable. People will try and ignore your oddness unless you are so obvious that you can't be ignored.

Simultaneously, you can't be too out there, otherwise you turn them off, you become a "wack-job". The best thing to angle for is serious, committed, quirky, but intelligent and most of all concerned.

I think that's really the talent that I have. If nothing else, people don't ignore me. I've just gotta balance better so that they don't hate me, and that they listen.

Ladies and Gentlemen, it's not a matter of wether or not we can win. Failure is not an option. I will not live in, my children will not grow up in, and no one else should have to struggle in a world ruled by warmongers, oppressors, and hateful ignorance.

In the past, it has been a nusiance, and I was willing to let government interference go with no more than the occasionally letter to the senator, or the ACLU action alert. My big concern was with society- I wanted to change the way the masses think, and the government could screw off for all I cared.

However, this nusiance is over, and it has become full blown offense.

There is a war going on, having nothing to do with guns, bombs, or Iraq or Afganistan. The war is the Government of the United States- or more accurately, the Invading Government of the United States, that is working in violation of the Constitution, and is not the legitimate authority of our Country. And the opponents in the War are the people of the United States of America, people who do not even know that they are under attack.

I propose this. Let us, according to the provisions set out in the Constitution, recreate the government according to the principles of Freedom and Justice for all.

I pledge allegiance to the Nation of which the Flag is a symbol, The United States of America; One Nation In Hope of Freedom and Liberty and Justice, for All.
I pledge myself not to any governmental body, but to the Nation, which is made up of two things: People, and Ideals.
The Ideals exist to serve the People, but it is the People that must Execute and Create the Ideals.

And a tribute to my Boy Scout days...

On my Honor,
I will do my best,
To do my duty,
To God and my Country,
To Obey the Scout Law at all times,
To keep myself Physically Strong, Mentally Awake, and Morally Straight.

When I sat down to right this, I had not intended to say the things I said here. I didn't even know these ideas were in my head, but I mean them, with all the sincerity that I have.

We will meet in a place there is no Darkness...
  • Something I wrote that you inspired

    The girl was huddled underneath the table of her small studio apartment in a the sleepy city. It was winter, and her home was dry with warmth from an electric heater yet she shivered. She was your typical small city cosmopolitan woman, complete with an outfit straight out of the GAP, and Nine west clunky shoes, the kind that seem functional but aren't.

    The question of why a successful and intelligent young woman might be hiding under her kitchenette table would have resulted in answers indicating mental instablility years back, in those innocent days before the towers fell marking the end of the world. Today it meant one thing, she was hiding from something.

    Indeed swarming around her apartment building were choppers, black hawks screaming as they circled the place she lived.

    "Hand over the counterfit and no charges will be placed on you!"

    The metalic voice from the speakers cracked in the winter cold. She looked down at her arms, wool clad arms holding books by Rumi, and Bill Moyers, books about Islam, and the middle east, books about US foriegn policy...

    She'd found the books in a college bookstore in New Paltz. They were in the used section, and they were certainly old. She'd picked them up on a whim, nostalgic for her days in college when she was considered just a bit of a freethinker, a little bit of a rebel against the establishment.

    Three days later, the shopkeeper was arrested, the bookstore shut down. She'd lost her job with the state of NY, and was notified that the FBI was researching her for ties with terrorist cells. A few books... just a few books... They weren't even relevant to current political trends!

    Just books!

    The shopkeeper was right. The war for freedom of speach was fought one personal battle at a time, one thought against the mainstream, one government employee reading a book on the world's fastest growing religion. It only took one, which was the government was so fearful.
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