Give Peace a Chance

Maybe my problem is with the word, “peace.” I hear that word and I hear “boooring,” I hear status quo, I hear don’t make any waves. Shhh can we get some peace and quiet around here, someones trying to rest.

I totally admire the conference but personally I think war vs. peace is a faulty question? To fight or not to fight? No, for me it’s who will you fight for? Will you fight for the man who has no arms? Will you fight for equality?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SN7Pko_jCM

“How much can you know about yourself if you’ve never been in a fight?” ~Fight Club

Marginalized globally by an income gap that is growing exponentially and people are pissed.

The mission as I see it is not to preach peace to the marginalized it’s to redirect their angst. To convince the Catholics and Protestants that their enemies are not in pubs but in banks. To convince our disenchanted suburban youth that brand names are false and hollow idols. To convince the quiet sheep that earnest expression is “the strong life,” and that living your principles is a life in the “extremis.” Passion in your principles, love making, dancing, and debates, will be the enemy of Ennui.

My Creepy Basement

I want to inspire a mutual smile
Traversing all potential joy.

I pledge to muster the courage to open that creepy basement door,
to descend the quiet lack of light.

Hands shutter as I open the box;
Heart flutters as I feel for the switch.

There, I'm touching it, illumination is imminent!

But wait, before I flip the switch, I take pause…

No light, no sound, who would of thunk it,
No fright to be found.

I see my dark basement in a new light.
By Embracing the darkness I've eliminated the shadows.

Upon ascension I will exalt with fearlessness!
First though, I have a corner to explore.

A forrest fire is started by a spark.

The camels carrying thugs wielding clubs running over Blackberry wielding protesters in Tahrir Square are a ballyhooed symbol of this clash of civilizations, but it’s the elephant in the square that has sparked the kindling. Kindling (made up of small sticks and twigs) would be the massive multitude of instances in Egypt where women are oppressed. It’s the mothers, daughters, sisters, wives, who are giving these young men the hutzpah to poke a hole in their damned dam.

The only stat we need is the following:
(According to the World Health Organization in 2008, an estimated 91.1% of Egypt’s girls and women have suffered female genital mutilation).