Is your money that good?

Another day of unemployment slips by and I am no closer to a job than I was this time last week. But that doesn't really bother me, money is only money and I don't seek it with that much vigor while the sky and the forest are still free and I live in walking distance of Elm Creek Park Reserve. The lack of tea being one of the only real things that motivates me, that and Seattle.

But time is a face on the water, or at least I have lots of it, something like that and I'm not worried about saving for that next great adventure just yet. Since I know it all to be Ka and it will work itself out.

It's not my life I'm worried about these days, much as my parents seem to be. It's everyone else's, the slope we are on, the state of things, society man, SOCIETY! It's serious. Seeing how unwilling Americans are to change, how little we have is truly terrifying once you realize that survival is evolution, progress. And while half the nation is starting to get this John McCain has made sure the other half is farther from it than they have been in decades.

Tpt17, my lord and savior of basic cable television, was airing the other night a doc on the 1968 democratic convention. In the past I would have relished this turn in my Monday night viewing, usually I abandon the television right after Intervention and don't return till the late hours when the teachers in my house are in bed and I have the digital cable and HBO (my dad was so upset about a recent cable bill and how high it was they gave it to us for free) in the basement all to myself, but this night I found the images of people running scared through the streets with clouds of tear gas all around far to disturbing to watch, they were real to me.

September the 4th wasn't anything nearly as large scale as that infamous convention of '68, but man do they taste the same, resonate the same kind of politically motivated brutality by the police, the same shock of reality when you know how peaceful you and your whole group are and how completely hateful the swine chasing you is. And how unnecessary. How completely unnecessary.

The fact of the matter is the Saint Paul police lied to us, never had any intentions to let us march but let us think we could anyway, until 10 minutes before our time of departure when they went back on their word and then went into divide and conquer mode for three strategic hours until all but one of our leaders had been removed from our group, large numbers of us had been arrested lessening our size and power to the point they could attack with the full force of their mace cans, rubber bullets and tear gas. As you can see in this shaky video that documents the final moments of our standoff when we reached University, the final battle ground.

That American flag that appears on and off on the right side of the screen in Kat9y's, Allin and I were on either side of her. And the reason we start running was because they opened fire upon our aggravated but still peaceful mass with rubber bullets.



The injustices of that week wont be forgotten, they turned a lot of kids way more radical than they were at the start of the day. The police department showed their true colors that day and they were uglier than I ever imagined.