Thursday, March 1, 2007

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Sitting here at the desk, warm, slush crapping out of a Michigan March night sky, listening to Buffy Saint Marie sing the truth about Leonard and Anna Mae and the way things really are in this country. I'm remembering a Thanksgiving 21 years ago at the Comedy Store in LA, with John Trudell, Floyd Crow Westerman, Buffy, hosted by Max Gail, and we were taping the whole thing, a benefit for Leonard Peltier, full house, full too of federal spies in wingtips and starched jeans, long shiny polyester wigs with headbands, keeping an eye on things while they danced wasicu by the sides of the stage.

And the band rocked, and the energy was huge, and we raised lots of money for Leonard's defense.

Two days later, the tapes were stolen from the office, so we weren't able to broadcast the show as we had intended. The FBI broke in and ripped the people off, for the thousandth time, and stole some other stupid tapes and an old Sony deck just to make it look like some junkie B&E.

The bullets don't match the gun.

Look, this isn't going to be a wicked rantjoint here, but I'll be posting whatever is on my mind ... listen to the podcasts. Thanks.

Mitakuye oyasin.

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Blogger Wild Womyn Exchange said...

Each time truth is spoken, each time right actions promote change, each time sacred ground is danced on with sincere intention is a time to celebrate.
To celebrate the human heart, celebrate the evolution of the species, and to celebrate the interconnectedness of all life. So even though the lies continue....
a greater force is at work, and anyone can choose to be part of this force.

March 2, 2007 at 7:00 AM  

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