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March 29, 2004
Kathy Kelly
Crossing Lines
March 27 / 28, 2004
Jennifer Loewenstein
A
Journey to Rafah
Jeffrey St. Clair
Empire of the Locusts
Gary Leupp
The Yassin Assassination: Prelude to an Attack on Syria
William A. Cook
The Yassin Assassination: a Monstrous Insanity Blessed by the
US
Faheem Hussain
Some Thoughts on Waziristan: Once and Always a Colonial Army
Elaine Cassel
Is Playing Paintball Terrorism?
Larry Birns / Jessica
Leight
Disturbing Signals: Kerry and Latin America
John Ross
Bush Tells the World: "Drop Dead"
John Eskow
A Memo to Karl Rove from the Hollywood Caucus
Alan Maass
Who Are the Real Terrorists?
Dave Lindorff
Spineless of US Journalists
Joe Bageant
Howling in the Belly of the Confederacy
Dave Zirin
Reasonable Doubt: Why Barry Bonds is Not on Steroids
Craig Waggoner
Who Would Mel's Jesus Nuke?
The Kerry Quandry
Joel Wendland
Marxists
for Kerry
Josh Frank
Scary,
Scary John Kerry
Matt Vidal
Spoilers, Electability and the Poverty of American Democracy
Poets' Basement
LaMorticella, Hamod, Guthrie, Davies and Albert
Website of the Weekend
Say a Little Prayer
March 26, 2004
Christopher Brauchli
There's
a Chill Over the Country
Robert Fisk
The Man Who Knew Too Much: the Ordeal
of Mordechai Vanunu
Joe DeRaymond
Democracy in El Salvador? Think Again
Mike Whitney
Lessons on Apartheid from Ariel Sharon
Mickey Z.
Somalia and Iraq: Looking Back and Ahead
Chris Floyd
The Pentagon Archipelago
CounterPunch Photo Wire
Cheney's Close Shave?
John Breneman
Bush's Comic Bomb
Website of the Day
Dick
is a Killer
March 25, 2004
Lee Sustar
Who
is to Blame for Lost Jobs?
Standard Schaefer
An
Interview with Michael Hudson on Offshore Banking Centers
Roger Burbach
Lula vs. the IMF: Brazil Begins
to Throw Off the Austerity Planners
Jimmer Endres
Elections Without Politics: The Military Budget Is Not an "Issue"
Larry Tuttle
Acting in Your Name: Identity Theft and Public Interest Groups
Toni Solo
Misreporting Venezuela
Dan Bacher
A Memorial Wall for Iraq War's Dead and Wounded
Saul Landau
Is
Venezuela Next?
Website of the Day
The Spiral Railway
March 24, 2004
Gary Leupp
General
Musharraf's IOU
Richard Oxman
Shakespeare
for Kerry
William Lind
The Beginning
of Phase Three: 4G Warfare Hits Iraq
Rep. Ron Paul
Iraq One Year Later
Michael Dempsey
Killing Rachel Corrie Again
Alan Farago
The Bad Math of Mercury: Bush's War on the Unborn
Benjamin Dangl
and April Howard
Media
in Cuba
John L. Hess
No Lie Left Behind: Judy Miller Does Dick Clarke
Greg Weiher
Two Cheers for Dems: "We're Not as Bad as George"
Eva Golinger
An Open Letter to John Kerry on Venezuela
Grayson Childs
Where's Cynthia McKinney?
Steve Niva
Israel's Assassinations will Only
Fuel More Suicide Bombings
Website of the Day
The Bushiad and the Idiossey
March 23, 2004
Phillip Cryan
The
Drug War's Next Casualty: Colombia's National Parks
Ron Jacobs
They Shoot Men in Wheelchairs, Too?
Dave Lindorff
A Spanish Parallel: Scare Tactics and Elections
Mike Whitney
Richard Clarke and Teflon George
Brian McKinlay
Bush's Lil' Buddy in Trouble: John Howard Starts to Wobble
JG
Driving Mr. Koon: "Jim Crow Lives Next Door"
Phyllis Pollack
Gettin' Jigga with Metallica: the Battle Over the Double Black
CD
Ahmed Bouzid
Sharon's One-Way Track
Sean Carter
The G-Word Goes to Court: One Nation Under [Your Logo Here]
M. Shahid Alam
World's Greatest Country: Do the Facts Lie
March 22, 2004
Mazin Qumsiyeh
On Extrajudicial
Executions
Uri Avnery
The
Assassination of Sheikh Yassin is Worse Than a Crime
Gilad Atzmon
Sharon's Rampage
Mike Whitney
Guilty Until Proven Innocent: the Story of Captain James Yee
Jason Leopold
Firm With Ties to Cheney Faces Criminal Indictment in Cal Energy
Scam
Greg Moses
Stop
Walling and Stalling: a Report from Houston's Peace March
Phil Gasper
San Francisco: 25,000 March for an End to the Occupation
Lenni Brenner
Report
from NYC: Old and Young Parade for Peace
Julian Borger
The Clarke Revelations
Steve Perry
Karl Rove's Moment
Website of the Day
Enviros Against War
March 20 / 21, 2004
Alexander Cockburn
Gay
Marriage: Sidestep on Freedom's Path
Jeffrey St. Clair
Intolerable Opinions in an Age of Shock and Awe: What Would Lilburne
Do?
Ted Honderich
Tony Blair's Moral Responsibility for Atrocities
Saul Landau / Farrah Hassen
The Plot Against Syria: an Irresponsibility Act
Gary Leupp
On Viewing "The Passion of the Christ"
William A. Cook
Fence, Barrier, Wall
Phil Gasper
Bush v. Bush-lite: Chomsky's Lesser Evilism
Ron Jacobs
Fox News and the Masters of War
John Stanton
Which Way John Kerry? The Senator's Inner Nixon
Justin Felux
Kerry and Black America: Just Another Stupid White Man
Mike Whitney
Greenspan's Treason: Swindling Posterity
Augustin Velloso
Avoiding Osama's Abyss
Lawrence Magnuson
Eyes Wide Open: Is Spain Caving in to Terrorism?
Kathy Kelly
Getting Together to Defeat Terrorism
Tracy McLellan
Scalia & Cheney: Happiness is a Warm Gun
Kurt Nimmo
Emma Goldman for President!
Luis J. Rodriguez
The Redemptive Power of Art: It's Not a Frill
Mickey Z
The Michael Moore Diet
Jackie Corr
When Harry Truman Stopped in Butte
Niranjan Ramakrishnan
The Great Trial of 1922: Gandhi's Vision of Responsibility
Poets' Basement
Stew Albert & JD Curtis
Website of the Weekend
Virtual World Election
March 19, 2004
Jeffrey St. Clair
Zapatero
to Kerry: Back Off, Senator, Our Troops are Coming Home
Ann Harrison
So
Protesters, How Well Do You Know Your Rights?
William MacDougall
Fortress Britain's War on "Economic Migrants"
Greg Moses
Sold American: Cowboy Nation Gets Ready to Vote
Cynthia McKinney
Haiti and the Impotence of Black America: Roll Back This Coup,
Mr. Bush
Norman Solomon
Spinning the Past; Threatening the Future
John L. Hess
"Missing" Evidence and the NYTs
Vicente Navarro
The
End of Aznar, Bush's Best Friend
Website of the War
Naming the Dead
March 18, 2004
Gila Svirsky
Rachel
Corrie, One Year Later: She Never Lost Faith in Decency
Christopher Brauchli
Drilling a Hole in the Sanctions: How Halliburton Made $73 Million
from Saddam
William Kulin
Report from Iraq: Just Another Baghdad Car Bombing
Mike Whitney
Resistance: a Moral Imperative
Rep. Ron Paul
Broadcast Indecency Act: an Indecent Attack on the First Amendment
Josh Frank
The Nader Question
Jack Random
They Lied & They Lost: Madrid and the Lessons of Democracy
Greg Bates
What Makes a Nader Voter Tick? A Survey
Sam Hamod / Alfredo Reyes
Contempt of the World: Hastert, Bush and Cheney on Spain
Gary Leupp
The
Madrid Bombings: the Chickens Come Home to Roost
Website of the Day
Privatizing Armageddon: Buy Your Own Doomsday Key
March 17, 2004
Marjorie Cohn
Spain, the EU and the US: War on
Terror or Civil Liberties?
David MacMichael
Untruth
and Consequences
Michael Donnelly
Wear the Green, But Skip the Green Beer
Tom Stephens
"Steady Leadership": Let the Buyer Beware
Wayne Madsen
Sen. Kerry, Let Me Help You Out
Karyn Strickler
Who Owns the Sierra Club? Anonymous Donors and Rigged Elections
Peter Linebaugh
Bush:
Blanc Blanc
March 16, 2004
Lenni Brenner
James
Madison: the Anti-Clerical Father of the Bill of Rights
Scott Boehm
Madrid
Diary: How to Change World Order in Four Days
Alexander Lynch
From Franco to Aznar: the History
Behind the Spanish Elections
Sam Hamod and Alfredo
Reyes
The Truth About the Spanish Elections: Aznar Was Going Down Anyway
Elizabeth Weill-Greenberg
You Wouldn't Do a Dog This Way:
Executing David Clayton Hill
Mike Whitney
The Case for a Nuclear Iran
Robert Fisk
The Bloody Price of the "War
on Terror"
Bill Christison
The
Aftershocks from Madrid
CounterPunch Photo Wire
The Passion of St. Teresa
Website of the Day
Join the War on Art!
March 15, 2004
Harry Browne
Terror Nothing New to Europe
Mike Whitney
Justice
Not Murder: the Tragic Symmetry of Terrorism
Lidice Valenzuela
Haiti: a Coup without Consultation
Greg Moses
Lessons
from the Texas Primaries: Looking for a Coalition with Legs
Mickey Z.
Depraved Indifference: C-Sections, Patriarchy & Women's Health
Asaf Shtull-Trauring
AWOL
in New York: From Refusenik to Organizer
CounterPunch Wire
Gen. Gramajo Executed by Bees!
March 12 / 14, 2004
Gabriel Kolko
The
Coming Elections and the Future of American Global Power
Saul Landau
Oh, Jesus...It's the Movie!
William Blum
Neo-Con(tradictions)
William S. Lind
Why They Throw Rocks
Rahul Mahajan
The Meaning of Madrid: War on "Terrorism" Makes Us
All Less Safe
Neve Gordon
Demographic Wars
Kurt Nimmo
Kerry and the Progressive Interventionists
Mickey Z.
The "New" UN Blames the Poor
Mike Whitney
War Games: the American Media Leads the Charge
Helen Scott and Ashley
Smith
Aristide's Fall: What Led to the Coup?
Justin E.H. Smith
Loïc Wacquant: Against a Sociodicy
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Brandy Baker
Him Again? Al Gore Needs to Move On
Robin Philpot
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The Meat Monopoly Takes a Rare Pounding
Dave Zirin
She Turned Her Back on the War: an Interview with Toni Smith
Daniel Wolff
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Steve Niva
Israel's
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March
29, 2004
No Shame, No Stigma Here
Last
Lines Before Vanishing
By KATHY KELLY
This weekend, I'm preparing for an April 6, 2004
entry into the Pekin FCI (Federal Correctional Institute) in
Peoria. I'm one of several dozen people who, on November 22,
2003, crossed the line at the US Army's military combat training
school in Fort Benning, GA. With caring friends, I've shared
gentle and sometimes nervous laughter as we try to make the best
of a difficult reality. "Will you write a book?" asks
a sweet sister-in-law. My brother can't resist chortling, "Yeah!
A pop-up book!" and then we're off on a string of imagined
pop-ups over which to giggle. Yesterday, a friend joked about
a cartoon he'd seen that showed "the boss" in jail
and the unnerved assistants asking, "How long can we say,
'Sorry, he's away from his desk.'"
I could be harmed in prison, but that
certainly could have happened to me while in Baghdad or several
other places I've traveled to by choice. I don't feel anxiety
beyond normal fear of the unknown.
The cruelty of prison rests in locking
up people who are often already feeling remorse and low self-esteem
because of past actions and then heaping upon them more reasons
to feel badly about themselves and allowing almost no means to
improve their situation. Parents separated from their children,
feeling that they've screwed up their lives, are often snarled
at by counselors and guards who say they should have thought
about their loved ones before they started causing trouble. People
who've committed crimes, often nonviolent crimes which they honestly
regret, (mainly related to drug use and drug trade), shouldn't
be free to continue harming themselves or others through drug
traffic. But why take away every other freedom, and why employ
other human beings to act as "human zookeepers?"
I've felt somewhat insulated from attacks
on self-esteem while in prison. I'm proud of line-crossings that
protest pouring money into the Project ELF nuclear weapon facility
in northern Wisconsin that fast tracks Tomahawk Cruise missiles
to maim and kill people in Iraq. Likewise, it's good to be part
of the growing group who've crossed the line at a military combat
training school in Fort Benning, GA. Graduates of the school
have been responsible for massacres, assassinations and tortures.
People should be crossing these lines every day of the week.
No shame, no stigma here.
But I do feel troubled because I've been
so distanced, in recent years, from some of the poorest people
in our country. I need to better understand what's happening
to them. Am I right when I guess that the media successfully
pressures young people in inner cities to consume, to buy, to
have brand name this and that? Does this corporate push to buy
certain lines of clothing, cosmetics, and cars push people further
into an underground economy because they can't get a stake in
the above ground economies after our education system has badly
failed them? Thinking of how George Fox, who helped found the
Quaker faith, would stand on church pews during sermons and urge
people to trod gently over the earth, seeing that of god in everyone,
I've nurtured a fantasy related to court rooms. Suppose one were
to stand up on a courtroom bench, risk contempt of court, and
ask, "Could we just take a minute to analyze our setting
here with a live graph? How many in this court room are making
money in the criminal justice system and how many are "the
raw material" feeding this system? I'll bet that the people
making money would be, primarily, white and well educated. They're
the lawyers, the judges, the courtroom personnel. And I'll bet
that the people feeding the system, keeping the well paid criminal
justice system employees in business, would be African American,
Hispanic, and Asian. If convicted, the "criminals"
could find themselves earning 18 cents per hour laboring, within
the prison industrial complex, for major US corporations who
can hire prison labor without ever having to worry about paid
vacations, benefits, overtime, hiring supervisors, or renting
workspace. The prison industrial complex resembles enslavement
and might be a precursor to fascism.
I want to nonviolently defy this system.
In 1988, upon entering the Cass County
jail in Harrison, MO, my heart sank as I realized how intensely
the other 12 women in the cell, a dingy area called "the
bullpen," didn't want to see a new person encroach on the
minimal space allotted to them. Most had already been there for
many weeks. The bullpen was meant to be a small holding cell
area, but because the jail was so overcrowded, the six bunk beds,
exposed toilet, metal table and spray-mist shower with a ripped
curtain became housing for women prisoners awaiting transport.
I had just been released from the hospital following major surgery
after a lung collapse caused by a congenital abnormality. Friends
said that in my prison uniform I could have posed for a Soviet
Union poster charging the US with abusing prisoners. The women
prisoners glaring at me were seeing a 90 pound woman with pink
eye, a runny nose, tangled hair, an obnoxious cough, and a facial
rash. Eyeing the top bunk assigned to me, I wondered how I'd
heave myself up there without stepping on another woman's bed.
And how could I stuff the lumpy mattress I carried into the prison
issue casing when I could barely bend down to tie my shoes? At
that point, the most intimidating woman in "the bullpen"
laughed, rolled her eyes, and said, "I don't know what I
did so wrong to be locked up with this white motherfucker with
AIDS!" My heart sank.
I managed to occupy the top bunk and,
over the next hours, women closest to me were curious and then
kindly, asking me how I'd ended up in the bullpen. We found small
ways to be helpful to one another. For instance, I had my "week-at-a-glance"
address book with me which included a small map of the US. Together,
other inmates and I found the various federal prisons to which
each of us could be sent. I started to feel better. Within three
days, all of the women treated me with affection, calling me
"Missiles" for short. (I made a mental note not to
trivialize our action in planting corn at nuclear missile silo
sites but decided not to argue with the nickname.) "Missiles,"
said the woman who had first erupted upon seeing me, "I
tried my hardest not to like you, but I just can't help myself
--I like you."
Major Nick and Sargeant Roy, the officers
responsible to run the Cass County jail, were stingy beyond belief
when it came to spending the federal money sent to them as reimbursement
for housing federal prisoners awaiting transport. We never had
adequate supplies of toilet paper, paper towel, cleaning supplies,
or eating utensils. In the two months I spent there, only once
was a guard "free" to take us outside for fresh air.
Painted battleship grey, with bars on three sides of the enclosure,
and flourescent lights that were never turned off, the "bullpen"
was one of the worst places the prison system in the US maintained.
One day a woman came into the cell who
had been charged with a DUI, driving unde the influence. Her
lawyer came to bail her out the next day. As she left, I asked
if she could leave behind her newspaper. "Oh honey,"
she said, "you all shouldn't have to read yesterday's news.
I'll get them to send in today's paper." I politely said
that we'd rather have the old one because when we ran out of
toilet paper we used newspaper. As soon as she was outside, she
slapped a lawsuit against the prison for failing to respect human
rights. As soon as Major Nick learned of it, he stormed into
"the bullpen." "Which one of you all bitches in
this here bullpen had the nerve to say that we do not GIVE you
toilet paper?" he bellowed. I expected a chorus of angry
responses, but instead heard, "Musta' been Missiles. She
thinks she's living in some kind of hotel!" I was stunned.
I felt like a general leading the charge who looks behind, asking,
"Where are the troops?" Major Nick polled each woman
in the cell. "Have you EVER had an experience in this bullpen
where your needs were not met?!" Each woman avowed that
Major Nick and Sargeant Roy took good care of them. When my turn
came, I listed the items they didn't supply, told him how awful
the slop they fed us had been, complained about the miasmic cloud
of cigarette smoke hovering over us, and assured Major Nick that
he shouldn't run a kennel for dogs much less a place where human
beings lived.
Hours later, after a glass of kool-aid
was spilled on the metal table and we had no paper towel to clean
it up, women began shouting, "Guard! Guard! We need paper
towels." No paper towels arrived. A sticky puddle trickled
onto the floor.
Months later, at the Lexington, KY maximum-security
prison where I served the remainder of my sentence, I asked one
of the women to help me understand what had happened that day.
She helped me see how much power Major Nick and Sargeant Roy
had over each of the women. These jailers could interfere with
their chances to get "good time," to see their children
before they were transported to a faraway prison, to see or talk
with a lawyer, to meet with a clergy person, to purchase commissary
items, or to get a box sent into the prison with tube socks and
an undershirt. I had plenty of "connections" on the
outside and had nothing to lose, with a relatively short (one
year) sentence and a statement on record that I wouldn't pay
any fines. Of all of us in that cell, I was the most privileged
in terms of education and financial security.
The story has become a metaphor for me.
Who had the biggest responsibility, in "the bullpen,"
to raise her voice? To whom much is given, much is required.
When we witness, first hand, serious abuses of fellow human beings,
and when we have a chance to raise our voices and perhaps alleviate
their afflictions, how can we keep quiet?
In our world, many of us who live in
the US are perched, quite by accident, amidst inordinately luxurious
surroundings, relative to the rest of the world. We're the luckiest.
We're the most blest. And we have the greatest responsibility
to build a better world.
My own logic tells me that when US troops
"crossed the line," in March 2003, they trespassed
into a sovereign country, Iraq, based on the theory and argument
that Iraq's weapons of mass destruction posed an imminent threat
to people in the US. Now it's clear that Iraq didn't pose even
a distant threat to people here.
At Fort Benning, GA, we crossed a line
onto two feet of government grass at a place where it's beyond
dispute that graduates of the military combat training school
have participated in torture, maiming, disappearance, massacre
and assassination when they returned to their own countries.
The time-honored method of nonviolent
civil disobedience has helped swell the numbers of people who
clamor for closure of the SOA. In November 2003, 14,000 people
processed to the gates of Fort Benning, solemnly carrying crosses
in remembrance of the hundreds of thousands of people who were
brutally and lethally punished by SOA graduates. New disclosures
implicate recent graduates of this military combat training school
in actions that have threatened innocent people in Central and
South America. I remember joining (Rev.) Roy Bourgeois, MM, and
a dozen others for four weeks of a water-only fast, at the gates
of Fort Benning, in 1990. It's been a relief, then and now, to
feel that we're trying our best to prevent any furtherance of
a school that teaches people to terrify and subjugate brothers
and sisters who live in the impoverished countries south of the
United States.
On Monday, March 29, I'll go to Madison,
WI to face a one-month jail sentence for refusing to pay a $150
fine after twelve of us walked two feet across the line onto
the Navy's ELF/Trident transmitter site located in the northern
woods of Wisconsin. ELF (extremely low-frequency waves) is used
to trigger nuclear missiles. The ELF system is also used to trigger
Cruise missiles. Cruise missiles were the weapon of choice among
war planners as the Shock and Awe campaign against Iraq was developed.
On January 26, 2003, the Sun-Herald of Sydney, Austraila reported,
"The US intends to shatter Iraq 'physically, emotionally
and psychologically' by raining down on its people as many as
800 cruise missiles in two days." "There will not be
a safe place in Baghdad," a Pentagon official told CBS News
Feb. 8, 2003. "We want them to quit, not to fight,"
said Harlan Ullman, author of the "shock and awe" attack
plan, "so that you have this simultaneous effect--rather
like the nuclear weapons at Hiroshima - not taking days or weeks
but minutes." Mr. Ullman told the Sun Herald, "You
take the city down. By that I mean you get rid of their power
and water. In two, three, four, five days they are physically,
emotionally and psychologically exhausted."
I felt deep dismay, in Baghdad, during
that war, as the bombs thundered down on the city, morning, noon
and night. I also promised myself a nonviolently defiant visit
to a military facility that helped launch those bombs, at the
earliest opportunity, upon return to the US. "Don't do the
crime if you can't do the time," is a line we often hear.
I'm ready.
Almost every time I've crossed the border
to leave Iraq, I've felt as though I'm leaving an enormous prison.
It takes me about eight seconds to readjust to having electricity;
I nearly genuflected in front of the thermostat when I returned
home after a chilly stretch of weeks in Iraq last winter. At
home, I never worry about bombs exploding nearby, nor do I wonder
how to pay for food, clothing and rent. People in Iraq and in
many of our neighboring southern countries must constantly preoccupy
themselves with ways to survive circumstances over which they
have very little control. Their lives are directly afflicted
by our desires to be "better off" than the rest of
the world, taking other people's resources at cut-rate prices.
In his riveting autobiography, From Yale
to Jail, (Rose Hill Books, 1993), David Dellinger concludes a
chapter entitled "Prison Again" with an editorial he
published in 1947, after his release from Lewisburg maximum-security
penitentiary. Deploring the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki,
Dellinger wrote "Without any semblance of a democratic decision--without
even advance notice of what was taking place--the American people
waked up one morning to discover that the United States government
had committed one of the worst atrocities in history...The sudden
murder of 300,000 Japanese is consistent with the ethics of a
society which is bringing up millions of its own children in
city slums."
From previous imprisonment, I recall
a world of imprisoned beauty, and yet most of the women I met
landed there because of ugly circumstances which they had tried
to escape through drug use, drug sales, or both.
Not all peace activists can be part of
civil disobedience actions resulting in prison sentences. But
for those who can, entering the prisons offers an opportunity
to better understand how the once lauded war on poverty has become
a war against the poor.
Those of us who 'do time' for crossing
lines at Fort Benning and at Project ELF will be away from our
desks, but we won't be away from our work.
Kathy Kelly
is a co-coordinator of Voices
in the Wilderness. To learn more about how to become part
of efforts to close the SOA, visit <www.soaw.org> Kathy
will also spend time in prison for crossing the line at Project
ELF, a US Navy nuclear weapon facility in northern WI which helped
fast-track Tomahawk Cruise missiles that attacked Iraq during
the Shock and Awe campaign. To learn more about the campaign
to shut down Project ELF, visit www.nukewatch.com.
She can be reached at: Kathy@vitw.org.
Weekend
Edition Features for March 20 / 21, 2004
Jennifer Loewenstein
A
Journey to Rafah
Jeffrey St. Clair
Empire of the Locusts
Gary Leupp
The Yassin Assassination: Prelude to an Attack on Syria
William A. Cook
The Yassin Assassination: a Monstrous Insanity Blessed by the
US
Faheem Hussain
Some Thoughts on Waziristan: Once and Always a Colonial Army
Elaine Cassel
Is Playing Paintball Terrorism?
Larry Birns / Jessica
Leight
Disturbing Signals: Kerry and Latin America
John Ross
Bush Tells the World: "Drop Dead"
John Eskow
A Memo to Karl Rove from the Hollywood Caucus
Alan Maass
Who Are the Real Terrorists?
Joe Bageant
Howling in the Belly of the Confederacy
Dave Zirin
Reasonable Doubt: Why Barry Bonds is Not on Steroids
Craig Waggoner
Who Would Mel's Jesus Nuke?
The Kerry Quandry
Joel Wendland
Marxists
for Kerry
Josh Frank
Scary,
Scary John Kerry
Matt Vidal
Spoilers, Electability and the Poverty of American Democracy
Poets' Basement
LaMorticella, Hamod, Guthrie, Davies and Albert
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