<br><div class="gmail_quote">On Mon, Oct 11, 2010 at 4:13 AM, E.Wayne Johnson <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:ewj@pigs.ag">ewj@pigs.ag</a>></span> wrote:</div><div class="gmail_quote"><br><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex;">
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<div><font size="2" face="Arial">"Without the shedding of blood there is no
remission of sins"<br></font></div>
<div><font size="2" face="Arial">"Ye have not resisted unto blood, striving against
sin."</font></div>
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<p align="left"><u><font face="Comic Sans MS">"</font></u><font face="Comic
Sans MS">I don't have to tell you things are bad.
Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or
scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth; banks are going
bust; shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the
street, and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no
end to it.</font></p>
<p align="left"><font face="Comic Sans MS">We know the air is unfit to breathe and
our food is unfit to eat. And we sit watching our TVs while some local
newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent
crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be!</font></p>
<p align="left"><font face="Comic Sans MS">We all know things are bad -- worse
than bad -- they're crazy. </font></p>
<p align="left"><font face="Comic Sans MS">It's like everything everywhere is
going crazy, so we don't go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the
world we're living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, "Please, at least
leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my
steel-belted radials, and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone."</font></p>
<p align="left"><font face="Comic Sans MS">Well, I'm not going to leave you
alone.</font></p>
<p align="left"><font face="Comic Sans MS">I want you to get mad! </font></p>
<p align="left"><font face="Comic Sans MS">I don't want you to protest. I don't
want you to riot. I don't want you to write to your Congressman, because I
wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the
depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the
street.</font></p>
<p align="left"><font face="Comic Sans MS">All I know is that first, you've got to
get mad.</font></p>
<p align="left"><font face="Comic Sans MS">You've gotta say, "I'm a human being,
goddammit! My life has value!"</font></p>
<p align="left"><font face="Comic Sans MS">So, I want you to get up now. I want
all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go
to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell, </font></p>
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<p align="left"><font color="#ff0000" face="Comic Sans MS">"I'm as mad as
hell,</font></p>
<p align="left"><font color="#ff0000" face="Comic Sans MS">and I'm not going
to take this
anymore!!"</font></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></font></div></div></blockquote><div><br></div><div>Indeed. Written in 1976.... </div></div>