  I was dreaming with a raging fever when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray . I mean, I've already accepted that some of us aren't going to make it to the actual party, and there have been some articulate posts about where we do want to be and what we could be doing. But I'm not exactly comfortable wearing a FUCK BUSH t-shirt. I'm not comfortable with the idea that buying or wearing something is the same as doing something. But I was raised by 'skins and hippies, so what do I know. The point is, 90 % of America- particularly the lower-middle-class- identify themselves by what they buy and wear. We are doing here what Micheal Moore did with Fahrenheit 9-11- changing the quality of the product, not trying to change people. That makes us (that word again) not comfortable. Young people want a loud, bright, summer movie. MM gave us one. Americans want to support the troops by filling up a cart with crap at Costco and flying made-in-Palua flags. We love to declare our taste and judgement via a sportswear line. I was once bequeathed an authentic WWI Field Nurse uniform.
I wore to a concert that same night. A month later, I saw a row of them for sale in the window at Flip's. Bush knew what he was doing when he told us to shop for freedom. Why not sell a BTB version of those shirts via this site? N8? As for me, I'm voting dressed as a Mother of the Disappeared. I can't make New York in August, but by October, I plan to drive across the godforsaked redneck moonscape of Arizona to do the urlLink post-modern Freedom Rider thing.
More ideas at urlLink Fatty McBlowhard's website. But first, I have to get over this damn fever. I should know better than to watch CNN. "We can not have free government without elections; and if the rebellion could force us to forego, or postpone a national election it might fairly claim to have already conquered and ruined us. " - Abraham Lincoln 
