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Una casa con diez pinoshacia el sur hay un lugarahora mismo voy allá, porque ya no puedo másvivir en la ciudad. Entre humo y soledad, nada más que respirar, nunca más, nunca más, en la ciudad. Un jardín y mis amigosno se puede compararcon el ruido infernalde esta guerra de ambición, para triunfar y conseguirdinero nada massin tiempo de mirarun jardín bajo el solantes de morir. No hay preguntas que haceruna simple reflexiónsólo se puede elegiroxidarse o resistir, poder ganar o empatar, prefiero sonreír, andar dentro de mífumar o dibujar. Para que complicar, complicar.

Bird dream of the Olympus Mons…

sagansapien: citizenj: Jon Stewart’s closing speech at the Rally to Restore Sanity on October 30, 2010: “So, what exactly was this? I can’t control what people think this was. I can only tell you my intentions. This was not a rally to ridicule people of faith, or people of activism, or to look down our noses at the heartland, or passionate argument, or to suggest that times are not difficult, and that we have nothing to fear. They are and we do. But we live now in hard times, not end times. And we can have animus and not be enemies. But unfortuntately, one of our main tools in delineating the two broke. The country’s 24-hour politico pundit perpetual panic conflictinator did not cause our problems, but it’s existence makes solving them that much harder. If we amplify everything, we hear nothing. The press can hold its magnifying glass up to our problems, bringing them into focus, illuminating issues here-to-fore unseen, or they can use that magnifying glass to light ants on fire, and then perhaps host a week of shows on the sudden unexpected dangerous flaming ant epidemic. If we amplify everything, we hear nothing. There are terrorists, and racists, and Stalinists, and theocrats, but those are titles that must be earned. You must have the resume. Not being able to distinguish between real racists and tea party-ers or real bigots and Juan Williams or Rick Sanchez is an insult, not only to those people but to the racists themselves who have put on the exhausting effort it takes to hate. Just as the inability to distinguish terrorists from Muslims makes us less safe, not more. The press is our immune system. If it overreacts to everything, we actually get sicker, and perhaps eczema. And yet, with that being said, I feel good. Strangely, calmly, good. Because the image of Americans that is reflected back to us by our political and media process is false. It is us through a funhouse mirror, and not the good ind that makes you look slim in the waist and maybe taller, but the kind where you have a giant forehead and an ass shaped like a month-old pumpkin. So why would we work together? Why would you reach across the aisle to a pumpkin-assed forehead eyeball monster? If the picture of us were true, of course are inability to solve problems would actually be quite sane and reasonable. Why would you work with marxists actively subverting our Constitution or racists and homophones who see no one’s humanity but their own? We hear every damn day about how fragile our country is, on the brink of catastrophe, torn by polarizing hate, and how it’s a shame that we can’t work together to get things done, but the truth is, we do. We work together to get things done every damn day. The only place we don’t is here (points to capitol building) or on cable TV. But Americans don’t live here or on cable TV. Where we live our values and principles form the foundation that sustains us while we get things done, not the barriers that prevent us from getting things done. Most Americans don’t live their lives solely as Democrats, Republicans, liberals, or conservatives. Americans live their lives more as people that are just a little bit late for something they have to do, often something they do not want to do, but they do it. Impossible things every day that are only made possible through the little reasonable compromises we all make. This is us. Every one of the cars that you see is filled with individuals of strong belief and principles they hold dear, often principles and beliefs in direct opposition to their fellow travelers. And yet these millions of cars must find a way to squeeze one by one into a mile-long 30 foot wide tunnel underneath a mighty river, carved by people by the way who I’m sure had their differences, and they do it, concession by concession. You go, then I’ll go. You go, then I’ll go. Oh my god is that an NRA sticker on your car? Is that Obama sticker on your car? Uh, well let’s that okay, you go and then I’ll go. And sure, at some point, there will be a selfish jerk who sits at the shoulder and cuts in at the last minute, but that individual is rare and he is scorned and not hired as an analyst. Because we know, instinctively as a people, that if we are to get through the darkness and back into the light, we have to work together. And the truth is, there will always be darkness. And sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t the promised land. Sometimes it’s just New Jersey. But we do it anyway, together. If you wanna know why I’m here, and what I want from you, I can only assure you this: You have already given it to me. Your presence was what I wanted. Sanity will always be and has always been in the eye of the beholder. To see you here today, and the kind of people that you are, has restored mine. Such a powerful speech. I love you Stewart.

“Seguir viviendo sin tu amor” Luis Alberto Spinetta Pelusón of Milk