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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels across country in my mobile billboard truck as I attempt to engage in dialogue with people in hopes to wake us up and inspire action to change our country and communities and selves. And it is froth with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society and life we want

Thursday, July 22, 2004

off to the dnc - take 3

take 3
I pull into a rest stop in utah – an older white womon approaches me w/ “my sentiments EXACTLY”. we hug & smile as she expresses her love for my truck & thanks me for spreading the word. then she says ‘we’re in serious trouble. we HAVE to get out the vote’. we talk about that – she’s from Colorado. she scornfully calls most americans a bunch of ‘docile’ people – docile & over-fed, content to be silent as long as they’ve got their video games. at this rest stop, I decide to add “so bush’s base:the haves & the have mores, can have more & more &more & more” to the back of my truck’s sign (our economy is based on the suffering of people around the world). it works! I cautiously continue thru utah, a state that has been very hostile in the past. it is early morning & quite beautiful, after passing thru the great salt lake region – a stretch of a hundred miles or so that used to be the barest, most desolate part of the country, the place where in the last Nevada town, you filled up, held your breath racing down that final hill on to the flats, closed your eyes & hoped you made it thruto salt lake city – it was so empty, barren, and scorching! now telephone poles stretch from one end of Nevada all the way thru the flats into salt lake city– telephone poles that are as outta place here as street lights would be in the ocean. and there are gas stations and rest stops all along now, where there used to be only white salt crusted sands w/so few scattered straggly-looking plants they appeared as miniature oasis’s. now there are several home mounds rising up from the sands far from the roads - yes there are roads too! how these people live out here, Idon’t know – at great cost to the environment I’m sure– between the water, the electricity necessary…. a group of bikers pass giving me the thumbs up! you can never tell w/bikers – they tend to go either way,emphatically! by the time I drove thru the beautiful mountains east of salt lake city & hit Wyoming, I received 13 yeas!!! to one pursed lips & shaking head!that’s a HUGE difference from last time! before leaving utah, I pull into a truck stop to getsome ice – it is already a scorching 90 degrees and the sun hasn’t been up for 3 hours! I vaguely notice an old black Toyota pick-up truck with 3 young white people in the front seat staring at me. I’m rushing to get the ice into the cooler before it’s melted & thenI take off. I proceed down the road for about an hour & stop for diesel. there they are again, about 20 feet away, gawking at me, appearing either awe-struck or are these those docile creatures I heard about earlier? as I get closer, I see they’ve all arrived w/a bunch of newly pierced steel body parts. there are two boys & a girl w/almost identical and several piercings – lips, eyebrows, ears. the girl has hair so black only her eyebrows know for sure! I wave & smile.the two boys seriously raise their hands almost in salute & then a shy peace sign, the girl breaks into a huge smile & waves – then they all jump nervously back into their truck & take off, before we could exchange a word, looking totally pleased w/themselves & heading back to utah.