LEAVE IT TO PEEVER
Let your light shine thru.
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Bumper sticker of the week: Bush deserves a fair trial.
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Quote of the week: ÒAmerica — this monument to the genius of ordinary men
and women, this place where hope becomes capacity, this long, halting turn of
the No into the Yes, needs citizens who love it enough to
re-imagine and remake it.Ó Cornel
West, professor of religion, Princeton
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Song of the week: ÒDear Mr. President,Ó by Pink, with the Indigo Girls. This is
one of the best protest songs youÕll ever hear.
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Why Mexicans must sneak across the border: Most Mexicans coming to America are
unskilled laborers. America, while we need unskilled laborers, doesnÕt make it
easy. In fact, in 2005, the U.S.
distributed about 5000 visas for unskilled workers worldwide. Two of them went
to Mexicans. A diabolical dilemma: We need them to do our dirty work, but we
donÕt want them to enter the country legally. And we wonder why thereÕs a
problem.
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MartiniÕs and Weenies: Get ready for the first annual Martini and Weenies
Galesburg Extravaganza. Featuring cheap vodka, Mississippi caviar, Hy–Vee
olives, turkey wieners, and day old buns. This is one youÕre not going to want
to miss. $15 per couple. All proceeds to go to my new program, ÒSend The Peever
to Hot Springs.Ó Date to be
announced.
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Dream eaters: ThatÕs what they are, Bush and his henchmen. Dream eaters. We
long for life, and they give us death. We work our butts off to make a living,
and they make us poor. We beg for the truth, and all we get are lies. Every
child is left behind with a war budget. Prisoners are tortured into
confessions. They donÕt want to recognize that their big business friends are
destroying the world. They fire people so they can replace them with their own
right-wing robots. They hate diversity. They despise differentness. They spy on
us because they know we donÕt trust them. They fear us because we know what
they are: Dream eaters.
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Speaking of craziness: Cities are making it hard on organizations that feed the
poor. Seems they donÕt really want the poor in their town, so they are making
it hard on anyone trying to help them. This is the epitome of current societal
sickness. That they donÕt care that people are hungry. I think people who think
this way will languish in hell long before they ever get there.
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A city council candidate debate: There was a real interesting ordeal.
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I would have to say, all things being equal, that if Washington, D.C. slid into
the ocean, we would all be better off.
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ÒWhat kind of father would hate his own daughter for being gay?Ó — Dear
Mr. President, Pink
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To all those persons who are busting their butts off trying to make ends meet
on a minimum wage, you are to be
admired and congratulated. Yours is a tough time and an exploited one. To
single mothers who must spend all of your money on health-care, child-care, and
keeping an old beater running, keep your head held high and your spirit up.
Look out for yourself and your children and take the best employment deal you
can find. Things can get better. DonÕt apologize for nothing. This is not an
easy time. We have stepped back into the nineteenth century. We are suffering
through a Bush induced Dark Ages. Keep the faith!
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To everyone who believes we can overcome BushÕs negativeness, who remains
optimistic in spite of it all, who challenges the falsehoods and lies spread by
the government, who counters gossip and innuendoes with questions and facts,
who turns a deaf ear to racial and ethnic jokes, who goes out of their way to
say hello to strangers, who embraces diversity for its richness and
wholesomeness, to these people I say, ÒThank you.Ó You are countering a deep
darkness that has settled over the land. This is the worst time I have seen in
my 59 years. Let your light shine thru.