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End Of A Sunday

Hey Soul Mates,
it was a beautiful Sunday here in L.A. Actually got to watch the Browns on TV at home and they almost(!) beat the Eagles (Rick, I wouldn't brag about Philly's ability to stop the run tomorrow). I had to tape the second half and wouldn't you know it, as I was rewinding the tape, I saw the last play of the game. I still had to watch the tape. It was an exciting game and the Browns looked good.

Last night, went to Taix Lounge in Silver Lake to see my man, Adam Marsland and his Chaos band. They just came off tour. Sounds like they had a good run across country and the band was pretty tight, despite multiple cases of bronchitis in the group. I was glad to hear Adam has been encouraging people to vote this year.

I will be doing my part, maybe at a polling place near you. I'll be volunteering to work at my local poll in some capacity. This year everyone has to be a part of the process, even if it is just voting. It can't be stressed enough how important it is for each of us to exercise our Constitutional Right to vote. I have several acquaintances who are not naturalized citizens and they are anxious that their friends who have the power, use that power. We are making a selection that effects the planet, people. That "think globally" isn't horsecrap. Some folks like to think that we aren't accountable to other countries and that they can't hold us accountable. Well, the only difference is that we have a choice as to who leads the global dialogue (or monologue). One of my oldest friends is on the other side of the political fence from me and our zeal for our chosen side is vigorous, but on this we agree: VOTE. V.O.T.E. Dick Cheney says "Vote or Die;" Puffy says "Vote or Die;" Well, mine is "Vote or shut up." Dissent is alright. Apathy is so 20th Century.

Old Chicago ward healers said "Vote early and often." I say, "Vote on time and often remind your friends to vote." Will it be four more years or four more months? America, it's on you. I will not tell anyone who they should vote for. But if you want to know whom I support (from the local candidates to the top of the ticket), e-mail me and I'll share that with you.


Love, Power, Peace.

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