Tuesday, March 18, 2003
Good Morning...
MoveOn is suggesting we put lights in our windows to keep the light of reason and hope burning, to let others know that they are not alone, and to show the way home to the young men and women who are on their way to Iraq. If you will light a candle or even string some old Christmas lights, stop by and sign their list.
Protesting against the war this time around is so much different than the protesting I did in the late 60's, early 70's. Of course, it was a different time. But, I can now separate the man or woman from the mission. Before, I not only protested the Vietnam war, I protested against everyone who was fighting for it. Loudly. I hated all the participants. Now, I have a slightly different opinion of the soldiers, airmen, marines, etc. I don't know if they've changed, but I'm not fueled by hate for anything. Years ago, many protests were organized by radical groups; now, just a few. College protests and rock concerts were accompanied by the National Guard or cops in riot gear on a regular basis. Not only was the war an issue, but women's rights were being born; civil rights were in their infancy. There was a lot of hate, lots of drugs, lots of sex, lots of violence. A very painful time to grow up in.
A time of hope, then disillusionment, hope, disillusionment.
Hope when we all came together to protest the unfairness of Vietnam, when we all dug Jimi, Dylan, Zeppelin, the Stones; getting high and high hopes of an intellectual, spiritual revolution that could change the world.
Disillusionment, with Watergate, Nixon, Dead Kennedys, Watts.
Hope again; the strength we had at Woodstock, the march on the Washington Monument, and the newfound Equal Rights Amendment.
Disillusionment again; Four Dead in Ohio, and Martin Luther King shot, riots and fires in the streets. A very different time, indeed.
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The Little Mermaid's penis, Jessica Rabbit's beaver? Got my attention. Take a look for yourself. It's kinda silly; mostly hidden items or something that appears to be something else.
Send a message in a bottle. Fill out the form, pick your exotic beach location, and the kind folks who live there will toss your message in a bottle out to sea. This looks like loads of fun.
Most high school yearbooks now online. See if you can find yours.
Winking Jesus site. See if he winks at you. It has changed some people's lives, so it says. Holy vulnerability, Batman!
[via: linkydinky.com]
Don't like Bush? Send him a pretzel.
[via: blogdex]
Flashbacks
1977-Anita Bryant's Cure--A spoof of her claim to cure homosexuality in 10 days from the folks at National Lampoon. Anyone remember her and the uproar she caused?
[via: crackbaby.com]
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Prayers ascending today for my best friend, Dena. Her liver may have tried to shut down so she went into the hospital last night. If you offer prayers to anyone, could you please add one for her?
You know it's another bad day when you see that the local gas station's ladder is leaning on its gas prices sign.
MoveOn is suggesting we put lights in our windows to keep the light of reason and hope burning, to let others know that they are not alone, and to show the way home to the young men and women who are on their way to Iraq. If you will light a candle or even string some old Christmas lights, stop by and sign their list.
Protesting against the war this time around is so much different than the protesting I did in the late 60's, early 70's. Of course, it was a different time. But, I can now separate the man or woman from the mission. Before, I not only protested the Vietnam war, I protested against everyone who was fighting for it. Loudly. I hated all the participants. Now, I have a slightly different opinion of the soldiers, airmen, marines, etc. I don't know if they've changed, but I'm not fueled by hate for anything. Years ago, many protests were organized by radical groups; now, just a few. College protests and rock concerts were accompanied by the National Guard or cops in riot gear on a regular basis. Not only was the war an issue, but women's rights were being born; civil rights were in their infancy. There was a lot of hate, lots of drugs, lots of sex, lots of violence. A very painful time to grow up in.
A time of hope, then disillusionment, hope, disillusionment.
Hope when we all came together to protest the unfairness of Vietnam, when we all dug Jimi, Dylan, Zeppelin, the Stones; getting high and high hopes of an intellectual, spiritual revolution that could change the world.
Disillusionment, with Watergate, Nixon, Dead Kennedys, Watts.
Hope again; the strength we had at Woodstock, the march on the Washington Monument, and the newfound Equal Rights Amendment.
Disillusionment again; Four Dead in Ohio, and Martin Luther King shot, riots and fires in the streets. A very different time, indeed.
The Little Mermaid's penis, Jessica Rabbit's beaver? Got my attention. Take a look for yourself. It's kinda silly; mostly hidden items or something that appears to be something else.
Send a message in a bottle. Fill out the form, pick your exotic beach location, and the kind folks who live there will toss your message in a bottle out to sea. This looks like loads of fun.
Most high school yearbooks now online. See if you can find yours.
Winking Jesus site. See if he winks at you. It has changed some people's lives, so it says. Holy vulnerability, Batman!
[via: linkydinky.com]
Don't like Bush? Send him a pretzel.
[via: blogdex]
Flashbacks
1977-Anita Bryant's Cure--A spoof of her claim to cure homosexuality in 10 days from the folks at National Lampoon. Anyone remember her and the uproar she caused?
[via: crackbaby.com]
Prayers ascending today for my best friend, Dena. Her liver may have tried to shut down so she went into the hospital last night. If you offer prayers to anyone, could you please add one for her?
You know it's another bad day when you see that the local gas station's ladder is leaning on its gas prices sign.
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