vick: just a cough drop in the bucket and a pit bull stop in the game of life

2 years in prison? and bush is still free? clearly, vick should have enlisted in the army. then, he could have killed people and gotten a medal for it. or, he could have done a shaq and become a cop. clearly, we need to build a culture that respects life, and vick's actions didn't do that. but let's not pretend we are ascending a moral high ground while the bombs are falling, while people are starving, and while millions languish in prison. a coworker said "he should have gotten more time." she failed to mention certain heads of state and ceo's guilty of far greater crimes who continue to jim rome free. as zinn said "the petty criminals are behind bars while the major criminals run the country." and for all of you shedding hypocritcal tears about animal cruelty, i say shut the fuck up and eat your steak, you jive turkey. where is the concern for human cruelty? ask an iraqi child just how concerned the average american is with torturing innocents. in reality, this is yet another diversion, a petty crime that keeps our attention away from the real crimes of systemic power. animal cruelty? how about the meat industry, animal traps, animal testing, the fur industry, and factory farming? violence? how about war, racism, environmental degradation, corporate plunder? and what of the crime of imprisonment? is that not too violence? young men of vick's race are forced from an early age to deal with the violence of prison brutality, hunger, harsh prison sentences, and inferior schools. where is the outrage over this violence?

on the bus today, a young girl was texting and listening to her ipod at the same time? whatever happened to just exposing yourself? at least this was a human endeavor. doesn't anyone just look out the window anymore, or look around at the people around them? do we need to fill up every silence? are our lives so barren zemo that we need to pervade them with constant sound and activity?
as i write this, i have a disc man on. just thought i'd let you know. it is bobby hutcherson's medina, a classic of late 60's jazz, featuring harold land on tenor. but, i am still filling up the silence. should i really be so smug? but, if this is taken away from me, what will i have left? maybe jazz is just my springer show, a release that juxtaposes my sophistication with the brain dead musical offerings favored by my contemporaries, hence, allowing me an uppity feeling of superiority. well, i'm happy i have it anyhow.

today, oman told us 2 times 1 is 0. he said it with a straight, but not a narrow, face. a regular dean martin. but, he was serious.

nolan burst into tears because "john lennon died." yes, but this was in 1980. imagine that.

i found out that a student threw a desk last year at the teacher next door to me. i used to throw them out the window and down matt stairs. what do you prefer? if we believe in direct action, doesn't this apply to students as well? throwing desks at teachers? depends on the teacher, i say. oppressive members of the status quo need to be dealt with. i for one am packing my gun with the white flag that says bang on it. helen, i'm reddy for anything, and bobbi, even if i have to fight the landed gentry, i'll do it if it will help to bring freedom to the oppressed. that is ode to billy joe, don't you think? and to all of us. we owe it to each other to make it easy on ourselves and to create a world where everyone from the jerry butlers to the art taylors to the art farmers to the sam cooke's can live a james worthy, marvin gaye life filled with elmo hope and joy to the world the christ has cum all over my carpenters record. i hope my words are helping me get close to you, just like larry bird up on tree rollins while mchale gets stuck guarding dominique and gets no credit for it. i cry a rivers over that series in 88 won by the c's, and i hazel mae need to see a doc soon if my great depression isn't gone by the time i'm 29.

i'll get off now, before i take more precious time from someone's day. oops, i can't get off now. someone's coming. hold on, i think it's sam, so it can't be dave today. guess i'm the look out for now.

maybe tomorrow.

peace.