A Parable

A certain man went out of Cartersvile and fell among a gang of orthodox Jews and Catholics who proceeded to guilt him severely.

" How long since you've called your mother?"

"You probably used the solicitation from Mothers Against Drunk Driving for a coaster for your martini."

" I bet you snicker at Neil Boortz jokes."

And he fell in the gutter and rolled into a fetal position.

By chance there came a socker Mom, who swerved her SUV to avoid him, but still ran over his foot. She didn't stop because she was late to pick up the kids, having been at a Sarah Palin rally.

Next came a feminist, who ran over his other foot, being late for a NOW meeting, (and after all he was a man), and she had been at an anti Sarah Palin meeting.

A Democrat came by, asked him what the trouble was, then explained that Obama's healthcare plan included treatment for depression brought on by drive by guiltings. He then gave him an Obama sticker and left.

As you may have guessed, a Republican came by, suggested that there was no real problem that he could see, and he just needed to keep on doing what he had always done before. He did admit a possible government bail out of the victim's company.

Luckily, an Episcopalian came by and gave him wine. (The Episcopalian's name was Luckily)

Unfortunately, a Baptist came by, took the wine away and gave him grape juice. (The Baptist's name was Kevin)

As it came to pass....the dude died.

When I Thought Myself a Rebel, 3/1/2011

I was at the University of Georgia in 1967, when I participated in my first sit in. Under Students for a Democratic Society leadership, we took over the administration building. We didn't know what to do with it, but that was beside the point. I participated for somewhat conflicting reasons. I believed that female students should have the same rights as male students and the SDS women did not wear bras. I was 18.
Later that year I roomed with Babs and Mike, an absolutely wonderful hippy couple. We all went to Atlanta to protest the pararde for the premiere of John Wayne's "Green Beret." It was mild pandemonium with much repetitious rhetoric, the main point being made that war is bad.
In retrospect, that was a time for all night talks about the things we believed in. A time for dramatic gestures to let other people know, and to assure ourselves, that our opinions were important. We went through a slow change from the Supremes and the Beachboys to Dylan and Baez. Later, we would find there was a time for all of them.