THE VP DEBATE...AND A THANK YOU FROM A CONDEMNED PRISONER, WHO VERY LIKELY, IS COMPLETELY INNOCENT.
First, props to Senator Joe Biden for his great debate last night. I thought you were actually too much of a gentleman, Senator Biden, but good-for-you for being kind. His opponent, Wolf-Killer (as I said in previous posts, I refuse to use her name) was able to manage a few complete sentences, and was "folksy". I saw one undecided female voter interviewed this morning, and she actually said "Oh, I could have a cup of coffee with her; she's like me. She's got my vote."
SAY WHAT? I guess Bill Maher is correct--never underestimate the stupidity of this country! Having said that, I still say we've also got some thoughtful, well-read people who are going to vote, and they will vote Obama/Biden. Let's hope the newly registered get out and vote, and let's see a "sweep" for Obama!
Below, deadly-serious news. And, an act of gratefulness that is mind-boggling. Read on.....
A LETTER OF THANKS FROM CONDEMNED PRISONER, TROY DAVIS.
I was made aware of this letter by my wonderful Pax Christi group(Pax Christi, St. Jude's, here in the Atlanta area). This was first published online at:www.bodyontheline.wordpress.com I am posting it here, and also at: www.practicewhatyoupeace.blogspot.com because it should be seen by as many people as possible. Thank you for reading this, and for acting on it, too.
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Marcy Newman October 1, 2008
a letter from troy davis
from amnesty international’s urgent action center
read the letter. click the link above. take a moment to work to save this man’s life. make some time to eradicate the barbaric death penalty.
the words below are his. the bold below is mine:
To all,
I want to thank all of you for your efforts and dedication to Human Rights and Human Kindness, in the past year I have experienced such emotion, joy, sadness and never ending faith.
It is because of all of you that I am alive today, as I look at my sister Martina I am marveled by the love she has for me and of course I worry about her and her health, but as she tells me she is the eldest and she will not back down from this fight to save my life and prove to the world that I am innocent of this terrible crime.
As I look at my mail from across the globe, from places I have never ever dreamed I would know about and people speaking languages and expressing cultures and religions I could only hope to one day see first hand.
I am humbled by the emotion that fills my heart with overwhelming, overflowing Joy.
I can’t even explain the insurgence of emotion I feel when I try to express the strength I draw from you all, it compounds my faith and it shows me yet again that this is not a case about the death penalty, this is not a case about Troy Davis, this is a case about Justice and the Human Spirit to see Justice prevail.
I cannot answer all of your letters but I do read them all, I cannot see you all but I can imagine your faces, I cannot hear you speak but your letters take me to the far reaches of the world, I cannot touch you physically but I feel your warmth everyday I exist.
So Thank you and remember I am in a place where execution can only destroy your physical form but because of my faith in God, my family and all of you I have been spiritually free for some time and no matter what happens in the days, weeks to come, this Movement to end the death penalty, to seek true justice, to expose a system that fails to protect the innocent must be accelerated.
There are so many more Troy Davis’. This fight to end the death penalty is not won or lost through me but through our strength to move forward and save every innocent person in captivity around the globe. We need to dismantle this Unjust system city by city, state by state and country by country.
I can’t wait to Stand with you, no matter if that is in physical or spiritual form, I will one day be announcing, “I AM TROY DAVIS, and I AM FREE!”
Never Stop Fighting for Justice and We will Win!
– Troy Davis
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Please keep Troy Davis in your thoughts and prayers. And contact Amnesty International at that link, above. May God Bless You All.
Peace, kids.
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Friday, October 03, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
THAT DEBATE LAST WEEK, THE ONE THIS WEEK, AND I'M NOT SAYING THAT WOMAN WHO IS THE GOP VP NOMINEE'S NAME, ANYMORE. READ HERE WHY YOU SHOULDN'T EITHER.
I'm so tired. And this week, it's not the illness that has pretty much ravaged me with extreme exhaustion, and all types of sickness, both due to bacterial infection, and diseased tissue. Nope, the tiredness and illness is related, I am afraid, to the incompetence I see, everywhere. The incompetence and irresponsibility of this current Administration, and the denial I see, all around me, by my fellow voters.
I have actually seen McCain/youknowwho signs popping up, all over.
In midtown(shocking because it is a heavily liberal-leaning area, arts-y, gay-friendly, etc.) Atlanta, in the neighborhoods of Ansley Park, in Sherwood Forest; in Buckhead(wealthy, usually liberal-leaning), near Peachtree Battle;and here in Alpharetta(okay, we're outside the city(called OTP--"Outside The Perimeter"), but folks here are young, and highly educated, which usually translates to Democrat), in my own neighborhood.
But whenever I wake up this early(it's about 3:00 A.M.), I remind myself of a few things that have been in my head, that have come true:
1) I predicted two years ago, then again one year ago(when she was considered by most to be the "presumptive" nominee), and again, several months ago, that Hillary would never get the nomination. I wasn't sure Obama would do as well as he already has, but I knew this country would reject her (for a number of reasons, including the fact that for the past twenty years, it's been Bush, Clinton, Bush.(George H.W., then Bill Clinton-Bill Clinton, then George W. Bush-George W. Bush). Enough with the Bush and the Clinton.We are ready for someone NEW.
2) I prayed Obama would pick an "old, white guy" as it seemed he would "need the old white guy vote", and he did, and it appears that's starting to happen(recent polls show educated white middle-aged and older men, suddenly leaning towards Obama).
3) I predicted that McCain would select a woman, once Obama selected a man, and I'm actually happy he chose who he chose, because this race for the White House may turn on the issue of his judgement. We all know how spectacularly unqualified she--the woman he chose--is, to ever be in a position to lead this country.
So, the debate.
I watched this first Presidential debate with my lovely niece, Breaz, who flew in to visit me. I watched as my niece, who will be voting in her very first election, sighed, and later wailed, about how ridiculous McCain seemed. How angry she felt, hearing him wage war with his mouth. And I decided to hold that outrgae of hers, close in my heart, and remember that there will be many Breaz's voting this year. In my state, we have over a million-and-a-half new registered voters, most of whom are Democrats.
The VP debate this week: I cannot wait. But not just for the debate....
But of course, for Tina Fey to do her impersonation of you-know-who again on SNL! I feel certain Tina Fey can once again, simply use that woman's own words as her script--who needs to write comedy, when the subject of your impersonation writes it, for you?! On Monday night, Countdown with Keith Olberman did a "split-screen" with you-know-who and Tina Fey, and Tina's words were nearly identical--and the best part? The biggest laughs were when she was saying EXACTLY what you-know-who said. No jokes, just her actual thoughts and words. Funny, but SCARY AS HELL!
One more prediction:
I think Obama is going to sweep his country. Sure, there'll be a few tight races, but when the final tally comes, this country will be smiling--because he'll win more states than anyone predicted. And yes, some of those races will be close, really close.
But we'll see that people will wake up. They simply have to!
Below, from my pal, Franklin Abbott, a tender and funny piece from Anne Lamott, on why we should never, ever, say you-know-who's (that VP nominee in the GOP) name, again.
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How To Handle the fury Brought On By This Election?
Register voters, Hit the streets, Pray. Stop talking about her. Talk about Obama.
By Anne Lamott Sep. 16, 2008
I had to leave church Sunday morning when it turned out that the sermon was not about bearing up under desperate circumstances, when you feel like you're going crazy because something is being perpetrated upon you and your country that is so obscene that it simply cannot be happening. I sat outside a 7-Eleven and had a sacramental Dove chocolate bar.
Jeez: Here we are again. A man and a woman whose values we loathe and despise -- lying, rageful and incompetent, so dangerous to children and old people, to innocent people in every part of the world -- are being worshiped, exalted by the media, in a position to take a swing at all that is loveliest about this earth and what's left of our precious freedoms.
When I got home from church, I drank a bunch of water to metabolize the Dove bar and called my Jesuit friend, who I know hates these people, too. I asked, 'Don't you think God finds these smug egomaniacs morally repellent? Recoils from their smugness as from hot flame?' And he said, 'Absolutely. They are everything He or She hates in a Christian.' I have been in a better mood ever since, and have decided not to even say this woman's name anymore, because she fills me with such existential doubt, such a sense of impending doom and disbelief, that only the Germans could possibly have words for it.
Nor am I going to say the word 'lipstick' again until after the election, as it would only be used against me. Or 'polar bear,' because that one image makes me sadder than even horrible old I can stand. I hate to criticize. And I love to kill wolves as much as the next person does. But this woman takes such pride in her ignorance, doesn't have a doubt in the world about her messianic calling, that it makes anyone of decency feel nauseated -- spiritually, emotionally and physically ill. I say that with love. As we say in Texas. (Also, we say, 'Bless her heart.')
We felt this grief and nausea during the run-up to the war in Iraq. We felt it after the 2004 election. And now we feel it again. But since there are still six weeks until the election, and since the stakes are as high as the sky, which should definitely not be forced to endure four more years of the same, we have got to get a grip. There are millions of people to register to vote, millions of dollars to be raised. We really cannot go around feeling flat and defeated, with the need to metabolize the rotten meat that this one particular candidate and the media have forced upon us.
One of the tiny metabolic suggestions I have to offer -- if, like me, you choose not to have her name on your lips, like an oozy cold sore (I say that with love) -- is to check out a Web site called the Sarah Palin Baby Name Generator. There you can find out what she and her husband would have named you if you had been their baby. My name, Anne, for instance, would be Krinkle Bearcat. John, her running mate, would be named Stick Freedom. George would be Crunk Petrol. And so on. First of all, go find out what your own name would be. Then for one day refuse to use the name of these people who are so damaging to earth and to our very souls -- so, 'I don't have to understand anything, it's all fuzzy math. Trust me. I'm the decider.' From now on, when working for Obama, talk about Obama, talk about his policies, the issues, the economy, the war in Iraq, poverty, the last eight years, Joe Biden. You don't have to mention Crunk Petrol, or his sidekick, Shaver Razorback. And you sure as hell don't have to mention Claw Washout -- she is absolutely, hands-down the most ludicrous person ever to be nominated. She's a 'South Park' character. There was a mix-up. Mistakes were made.
Everything you need to know about how to bear up during these two months is already inside you. Go within: Work on your own emotional acre. Stand still, and hurt, and feel crazy. Then drink a lot of water, pray, meditate, rest. Rest is a spiritual act. Now, I am a reform Christian, so it is permissible for me to secretly believe that God hates this woman, too. I heard God slam down a couple of shooters while she was talking the other night.
Figure out one thing you can do every single day to be a part of the solution, concentrating on swing states. Money, walking precincts, registering voters, whatever. This is the only way miracles ever happen -- left foot, right foot, left foot, breathe. Right foot, left foot, right foot, breathe. The great novelist E.L. Doctorow once said that writing a novel is like driving at night with the headlights on: You can only see a little ways in front of you, but you can make the whole journey this way. It is the truest of all things; the only way to write a book, raise a child, save the world.
As my anonymous pal Krinkle Bearcat once wrote: Laughter is carbonated holiness. It is chemo. So do whatever it takes to keep your sense of humor. Rent Christopher Guest movies, read books by Roz Chast and Maira Kalman. Picture Stick Freedom in his Batman underpants, having one of his episodes of rage alone in one of his seven bedrooms. Or having one of his bathroomy little conversations with Froth Moonshine. (Bless their hearts.) Try to remember that even Karl Rove has accused him of being a lying suck.
Reread everything Molly Ivins and Jim Hightower ever wrote. Write down that great line of Molly's, that 'freedom fighters don't always win, but they're always right.' Tape it next to your phone. Call the loneliest person you know. Go flirt with the oldest person at the bookstore. Fill up a box with really cool clothes that you haven't worn in a year, and take it to a thrift shop. Take gray water outside and water whatever is growing on your deck. This is not a bad metaphor to live by. I think it is why we are here. Drink more fluids. And take very gentle care of yourself and the people you most love: We need you now more than ever.
-- By Anne Lamott 9/16/08
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I love you, Annie Lamott!
Peace, kids.
I'm so tired. And this week, it's not the illness that has pretty much ravaged me with extreme exhaustion, and all types of sickness, both due to bacterial infection, and diseased tissue. Nope, the tiredness and illness is related, I am afraid, to the incompetence I see, everywhere. The incompetence and irresponsibility of this current Administration, and the denial I see, all around me, by my fellow voters.
I have actually seen McCain/youknowwho signs popping up, all over.
In midtown(shocking because it is a heavily liberal-leaning area, arts-y, gay-friendly, etc.) Atlanta, in the neighborhoods of Ansley Park, in Sherwood Forest; in Buckhead(wealthy, usually liberal-leaning), near Peachtree Battle;and here in Alpharetta(okay, we're outside the city(called OTP--"Outside The Perimeter"), but folks here are young, and highly educated, which usually translates to Democrat), in my own neighborhood.
But whenever I wake up this early(it's about 3:00 A.M.), I remind myself of a few things that have been in my head, that have come true:
1) I predicted two years ago, then again one year ago(when she was considered by most to be the "presumptive" nominee), and again, several months ago, that Hillary would never get the nomination. I wasn't sure Obama would do as well as he already has, but I knew this country would reject her (for a number of reasons, including the fact that for the past twenty years, it's been Bush, Clinton, Bush.(George H.W., then Bill Clinton-Bill Clinton, then George W. Bush-George W. Bush). Enough with the Bush and the Clinton.We are ready for someone NEW.
2) I prayed Obama would pick an "old, white guy" as it seemed he would "need the old white guy vote", and he did, and it appears that's starting to happen(recent polls show educated white middle-aged and older men, suddenly leaning towards Obama).
3) I predicted that McCain would select a woman, once Obama selected a man, and I'm actually happy he chose who he chose, because this race for the White House may turn on the issue of his judgement. We all know how spectacularly unqualified she--the woman he chose--is, to ever be in a position to lead this country.
So, the debate.
I watched this first Presidential debate with my lovely niece, Breaz, who flew in to visit me. I watched as my niece, who will be voting in her very first election, sighed, and later wailed, about how ridiculous McCain seemed. How angry she felt, hearing him wage war with his mouth. And I decided to hold that outrgae of hers, close in my heart, and remember that there will be many Breaz's voting this year. In my state, we have over a million-and-a-half new registered voters, most of whom are Democrats.
The VP debate this week: I cannot wait. But not just for the debate....
But of course, for Tina Fey to do her impersonation of you-know-who again on SNL! I feel certain Tina Fey can once again, simply use that woman's own words as her script--who needs to write comedy, when the subject of your impersonation writes it, for you?! On Monday night, Countdown with Keith Olberman did a "split-screen" with you-know-who and Tina Fey, and Tina's words were nearly identical--and the best part? The biggest laughs were when she was saying EXACTLY what you-know-who said. No jokes, just her actual thoughts and words. Funny, but SCARY AS HELL!
One more prediction:
I think Obama is going to sweep his country. Sure, there'll be a few tight races, but when the final tally comes, this country will be smiling--because he'll win more states than anyone predicted. And yes, some of those races will be close, really close.
But we'll see that people will wake up. They simply have to!
Below, from my pal, Franklin Abbott, a tender and funny piece from Anne Lamott, on why we should never, ever, say you-know-who's (that VP nominee in the GOP) name, again.
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How To Handle the fury Brought On By This Election?
Register voters, Hit the streets, Pray. Stop talking about her. Talk about Obama.
By Anne Lamott Sep. 16, 2008
I had to leave church Sunday morning when it turned out that the sermon was not about bearing up under desperate circumstances, when you feel like you're going crazy because something is being perpetrated upon you and your country that is so obscene that it simply cannot be happening. I sat outside a 7-Eleven and had a sacramental Dove chocolate bar.
Jeez: Here we are again. A man and a woman whose values we loathe and despise -- lying, rageful and incompetent, so dangerous to children and old people, to innocent people in every part of the world -- are being worshiped, exalted by the media, in a position to take a swing at all that is loveliest about this earth and what's left of our precious freedoms.
When I got home from church, I drank a bunch of water to metabolize the Dove bar and called my Jesuit friend, who I know hates these people, too. I asked, 'Don't you think God finds these smug egomaniacs morally repellent? Recoils from their smugness as from hot flame?' And he said, 'Absolutely. They are everything He or She hates in a Christian.' I have been in a better mood ever since, and have decided not to even say this woman's name anymore, because she fills me with such existential doubt, such a sense of impending doom and disbelief, that only the Germans could possibly have words for it.
Nor am I going to say the word 'lipstick' again until after the election, as it would only be used against me. Or 'polar bear,' because that one image makes me sadder than even horrible old I can stand. I hate to criticize. And I love to kill wolves as much as the next person does. But this woman takes such pride in her ignorance, doesn't have a doubt in the world about her messianic calling, that it makes anyone of decency feel nauseated -- spiritually, emotionally and physically ill. I say that with love. As we say in Texas. (Also, we say, 'Bless her heart.')
We felt this grief and nausea during the run-up to the war in Iraq. We felt it after the 2004 election. And now we feel it again. But since there are still six weeks until the election, and since the stakes are as high as the sky, which should definitely not be forced to endure four more years of the same, we have got to get a grip. There are millions of people to register to vote, millions of dollars to be raised. We really cannot go around feeling flat and defeated, with the need to metabolize the rotten meat that this one particular candidate and the media have forced upon us.
One of the tiny metabolic suggestions I have to offer -- if, like me, you choose not to have her name on your lips, like an oozy cold sore (I say that with love) -- is to check out a Web site called the Sarah Palin Baby Name Generator. There you can find out what she and her husband would have named you if you had been their baby. My name, Anne, for instance, would be Krinkle Bearcat. John, her running mate, would be named Stick Freedom. George would be Crunk Petrol. And so on. First of all, go find out what your own name would be. Then for one day refuse to use the name of these people who are so damaging to earth and to our very souls -- so, 'I don't have to understand anything, it's all fuzzy math. Trust me. I'm the decider.' From now on, when working for Obama, talk about Obama, talk about his policies, the issues, the economy, the war in Iraq, poverty, the last eight years, Joe Biden. You don't have to mention Crunk Petrol, or his sidekick, Shaver Razorback. And you sure as hell don't have to mention Claw Washout -- she is absolutely, hands-down the most ludicrous person ever to be nominated. She's a 'South Park' character. There was a mix-up. Mistakes were made.
Everything you need to know about how to bear up during these two months is already inside you. Go within: Work on your own emotional acre. Stand still, and hurt, and feel crazy. Then drink a lot of water, pray, meditate, rest. Rest is a spiritual act. Now, I am a reform Christian, so it is permissible for me to secretly believe that God hates this woman, too. I heard God slam down a couple of shooters while she was talking the other night.
Figure out one thing you can do every single day to be a part of the solution, concentrating on swing states. Money, walking precincts, registering voters, whatever. This is the only way miracles ever happen -- left foot, right foot, left foot, breathe. Right foot, left foot, right foot, breathe. The great novelist E.L. Doctorow once said that writing a novel is like driving at night with the headlights on: You can only see a little ways in front of you, but you can make the whole journey this way. It is the truest of all things; the only way to write a book, raise a child, save the world.
As my anonymous pal Krinkle Bearcat once wrote: Laughter is carbonated holiness. It is chemo. So do whatever it takes to keep your sense of humor. Rent Christopher Guest movies, read books by Roz Chast and Maira Kalman. Picture Stick Freedom in his Batman underpants, having one of his episodes of rage alone in one of his seven bedrooms. Or having one of his bathroomy little conversations with Froth Moonshine. (Bless their hearts.) Try to remember that even Karl Rove has accused him of being a lying suck.
Reread everything Molly Ivins and Jim Hightower ever wrote. Write down that great line of Molly's, that 'freedom fighters don't always win, but they're always right.' Tape it next to your phone. Call the loneliest person you know. Go flirt with the oldest person at the bookstore. Fill up a box with really cool clothes that you haven't worn in a year, and take it to a thrift shop. Take gray water outside and water whatever is growing on your deck. This is not a bad metaphor to live by. I think it is why we are here. Drink more fluids. And take very gentle care of yourself and the people you most love: We need you now more than ever.
-- By Anne Lamott 9/16/08
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I love you, Annie Lamott!
Peace, kids.
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