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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! I am on my mobile version of the door-to-door, going town-to-town holding readings/gatherings/discussions of my book “But What Can I Do?” This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels since 9/11 as I engage in dialogue and actions. It is steaming with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society we want ALL to thrive in.

 

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I spot a walmart in Ohio, a big, important swing state. I pull into the parking lot in order to sadly repaint the numbers of u.s. dead on the back of the truck and guess at the number of Iraqi dead. As I hop down out of the truck,
I have a delivery in the boondocks of Wisconsin – north and a little west of Chicago. It is quite beautiful, very wooded and dark green, what I can see of it. It is getting late, the sun is setting and I’m losing another hour so won’t arrive
Not my opinion – ALL war is wrong but some human beings are not there yet.
I hunker down the whole day long at the huge Welcome Center here at the crossroads of I 25 and I 80. I work on trying to catch up on my blog and on this proposal, I hope to present at the DNC, for 10 days of action from 9/11 until the 21st, which is the national Day of Peace, hoping
I’ve made it to Laramie again! I enjoy coming here after making it thru the western part of Wyoming. I didn’t get one fuck you yet but there’s a general hostility that mixes with the fumes emanating from the asphalt. For one thing, there are too many white male cowboy types materializing among the beautiful reddish rocks and cliffs. Plus all my past experiences combine to make
I stop at another rest stop on I-80, delighted with  it’s very lush vegetation, thick green grass and several trees, a small but beautiful trail, and the best brand new toilets! Standing and stretching beside my truck, a young fellow, David, hovering by his new jeep, announces: “I’m voting for bush.” I feign shocK
Wyoming is so amazingly beautiful – if only the white folks there could catch up! It has always astounded me, the wondrous physical beauty of this country juxtaposed with the mean ugliness of many of the white folks that live out here. It’s so hard for me to understand how you can live surrounded by such glorious splendor and then turn into such hateful, greedy people. I guess when you believe this beauty
I cautiously continue thru Utah, a state that has been very hostile in the past. It is still early morning and quite beautiful, especially after passing thru the great salt lake region where you can ONLY pass through early in the morning or after sunset – way after! This beginning stretch of a hundred or so miles used to be
I pull into a rest stop in Utah and an older white womon rushes to approach me. “My sentiments EXACTLY” she utters, waving generously at all sides of the truck.  We hug and smile as she continues to express her love for my truck and bestows her heart-felt thanks upon me for
Entering Nevada, I find the biodiesel station I intended to fill up at has closed – tears! So now I’m forced to load up on stinky, horrid diesel. The clerk makes me come into the station to give her cash – s.o.p. (standard operating procedure) NOT!  Usually, over the intercom, they ask my biz name (Its Her Business), truck number (#1); license number and state (sunny California). I go in and ask her how come