I'm so happy tonight , freedom is on the march!

[southern democrat]

Not in Afganistan or Iraq but here, in America. Bush is going down.

[patrice]

1. Some young people came up and asked me about my sign today.

My sign says "Stop Abuse of Public Airwaves! ---- Don't Drink the Kool-Aid".

I told them that media is a tool of the government to get the people to do what the government wants them to do, like go to war. They agreed with this statement.

They asked what's kool-aid, and I told them about the Jim Jones suicides, and the current flavor of that kool-aid is called Dominionism, the belief that America should be the tool for "Jesus" to dominate the world.

These young guys were very interested. They then asked me so what's the answer to these problems. I said I didn't know, but you begin to find the answers by finding your own community/tribe/family and helping it create its own economy (as nearly self sustaining as possible).

Not all young people dream of a life of slavery to the system.

[shivaji]

2. This is worth reading....

Read this excerpt from a Romanian Newspaper. The article was written by
Mr. Cornel Nistorescu and published under the title "C"ntarea Americii
meaning "Ode To America") on September 24, 2002 in the Romanian
newspaper Evenimentulzilei ("The Daily Event" or "News of the Day").

~An Ode to America~

Why are Americans so united? They would not resemble one another even
if you painted them all one color! They speak all the languages of the
world and form an astonishing mixture of civilizations and religious
beliefs. Still, the American tragedy turned three hundred million
people into a hand put on the heart.

Nobody rushed to accuse the White House, the army, and the secret
services that they are only a bunch of losers. Nobody rushed to empty
their bank accounts. Nobody rushed out onto the streets nearby to gape
about. The Americans volunteered to donate blood and to give a helping
hand.

After the first moments of panic, they raised their flag over the
smoking ruins, putting on T-shirts, caps and ties in the colors of the
national flag. They placed flags on buildings and cars as if in every
place and on every car a government official or the president was
passing.

On every occasion, they started singing their traditional song: "God
Bless America!" I watched the live broadcast and rerun after rerun for
hours listening to the story of the guy who went down one hundred floors
with a woman in a wheelchair without knowing who she was, or of the
Californian hockey player, who gave his life fighting with the terrorists
and prevented the plane from hitting a target that could have killed other
hundreds or thousands of people.

How on earth were they able to respond united as one human being?
Imperceptibly, with every word and musical note, the memory of some
turned into a modern myth of tragic heroes. And with every phone call,
millions and millions of dollars were put in a collection aimed at
rewarding not a man or a family, but a spirit, which no money can buy.

What on earth can unite the Americans in such a way? Their land? Their
galloping history? Their economic Power? Money? I tried for hours to
find an answer, humming songs and murmuring phrases with the risk of
sounding commonplace.

I thought things over, but I reached only one conclusion... Only
freedom can work such miracles.