FEATURING the immigration march and rally in Washington DC on Sunday, March 21, 2010.
Browsing all posts from March, 2010.
THE TUMMY OF WHITE SUPREMACY grumbles and pitches in the late hour, rousing one sleepy but temporarily revelatory pundit and sending him to his keyboard where he invents the Very Simple Solution to his aggravated belly; a drastic recipe to blanch the cocoalicious arc of this nation.
WE ARE SERENADED and handled by sociopathically-skilled master paraders. The Good Cop/Bad Cop dynamic shuttles us from room to room eliciting the desired confession and appropriate gratitude. Meanwhile, the People dance and still struggle, while the sun turns Glenn Beck's tears into blood diamonds.
TO GIVE YOU A PEEK INTO THE IMMIGRATION RALLY that I attended on Sunday in Washington, DC, I've embedded a slideshow of the fotos I took. Come time for the next News With Nezua, I'll have a video for you to watch. I can only hope that I can convey to you some of the energy that was filling the National Mall.
IT'S ABOUT RHYTHM. It's about flow. It's about an inner-guided and inspired voice, communication. Expression. Connection. But what is left out when we plug into a current that demands no lull?
THE WHITE HOUSE claims it wants "humane enforcement," and then washes its hands of those hurt or killed in their detention centers. Hate groups are recruiting record numbers of members, Nativist groups are doctoring polls, and amidst the hostility and fakery, four brave undocumented students are walking over a thousand miles to make their case to Washington.
HE'S GOT THAT SHAPESHIFTING VOICE that can squeeze gasoline from a model car; he's the everchanging pixie, the spider-wrangler from mars, the supragenderous figure who leaps over dividers to swing from the stars...
THE WAR ON POVERTY. The War on Drugs. The War on Terrorism. Is it safe to say the USA loves war? Is it more accurate to say the USA is war? Could the nation exist as we know it were we not maintaining a War on Truth every day?
TAKING A TRIP back to the days of my youth...this is a happy tune that still makes me feel good when those opening chords begin. Love, disco, and an ode to someone who lifts the heart...and the feet. Do you remember this number?