I keep feeling that I'm not really giving vent to some of the darker things in my mind, mostly about power and fear and the horror this country's recent ruling faction is dragging us further into. I don't want to be a good German or a 1940's Californian. People lately of my neighborhood might be in Guantanamo or in the Brooklyn House of Detention on Atlantic Avenue. The laughable thing is that everytime I write to people in power they put my name on their fundraising mailing list. Guess they're not reading the letters. Duh!

Because my last name looks and sounds Arabic to some people, I get a lot of Islamic Center mailings for things like family outings and Arabic children's books. So ending up on the no fly list or worse is only half a joke.

But laughter gets me through a lot and I've got a lot of very, very funny friends who share my sick sense of humour. We're all on a no CARB diet: no Cheney, no Ashcroft, no Rumsfeld, no Bush. And we play Republican Survivor on line every week and read the Nation and send money to MoveOn.org

posted by Joanna @ 6/23/2004 04:24:00 AM