I'm Baaaaaaaaack!

Well, that was a week.

And I'm not even talking about Bush.
The slimeball who broke into our house a week ago also broke into the home of a woman dog-walker friend a few days late. Same MO. He breaks in, then shuts any open bedroom doors of sleeping dogs and people, and then takes their wallets and laptops.

It was a heads-up. We lost, but nothing we can't replace, and the warning gave us a chance to take care of bid'ness around the house. We didn't waste it. Everything's much better now.

On to important things.

There were major antiwar protests this weekend, even if the media didn't give them their due. It amazes me that Americans don't care that our journalists have become lapdogs, but yes, we're that stupid. I read somewhere that 41% of us can't name even one presidential candidate.

Here in AZ, for the moment signs are promising for a Democratic take-over next year. I'll squelch my learned skepticism and enjoy the moment.

Next door, in CA, the fires have wrought catastrophe on a scale hard to envision, FEMA has been at it again, and more malice on the part of the jumped-up hate junkies who've permeated the Border Patrol, among other squadrons of light and hope. The Shock Doctrine comes to life in a Qual-Comm stadium near you.

This is about Latinos and Latinas, immigrants or not.

This also is about Americans looking on as if we're watching reality TV.

Immigration policy is about some African Americans and Asian Americans among us who would prefer to quibble about the meaning of "civil rights" rather than stand up for them when anyone else is involved. It's about everyone who's ever been intimidated by authority and resented the injustice. It's about all of us, who don't seem to have learned one goddamned thing from WWII. It's about the way complacency in the face of cruelty dehumanizes us all. It's about what lessons we want to teach our children, and what kind of country we want them to inherit. It's about the limits of greed as compost for living organisms. It's about all of us.