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Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Murdering Bastards and their High-Rise Accomplices

A few days ago, a gentle nun named Dorothy Stang was killed, apparently by henchmen working for loggers working to deplete the Amazon rain forest.

Stang had been working with the native population on sustainability issues. Apparently, she rocked too many boats.

The problem goes deeper than just a contract hit. You see the banks in Los Angeles and Miami? You see the high rises in those cities? The expensive cars, the fancy clothes? Much of these acoutrements of wealth are owned by those with investments in Third World nations.

While some of those investments, such as high-tech, are perfectly legit, some imported Third World wealth we see here is either directly, or indirectly attributed to real estate gains derived from rape of the land.

Can't tell you how much this pisses me off.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Even In Death, "Death Of A Salesman" Author Speaks For Me

The other day, I was asked if I plan to retire at some point in the future.

To that, I refer to the words of master playwright Arthur Miller, who died this week.

"It is what I do," he said in a 1996 interview with The Associated Press.

"It is my art. I am better at it than I ever was. And I will do it as long as I can. When you reach a certain age you can slough off what is unnecessary and concentrate on what is. And why not?"