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I couldn't sleep last night so I was hoping I would feel a Zen peace arrive as my hair is shorn, but as I look around at Bubbe Ruth, I'm feeling less like a transcendent monk and more like a prisoner at Aushwitz.
Words - the power of words - here are my son Eli's words on War: Make Cookies Not War
Do you realize that the cost of the invasion and occupation of IRAQ just up to now could have provided each living human being on the planet with more than 5 cookies each? Make Friends Not Enemies
Kiss My As[hcroft]
When Homeland Security comes to call,
They can make you feel pretty darn small.
They do their work both day and night,
D'ya hear about the black-bag garbage can heist?
10 times today the surveillance plane flew by
Strobe snapping pictures of us on the fly
I held up a peace sign for all to see
We Americans know how to be free
Of your psychic fear machinery
By choosing not to listen to NPR or watch TV
Andrew Stone
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