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Cactus Ed is out there somewhere in the Cabeza Prieta Desert in Pima County, Arizona, his tough old carcass still decaying and decomposing inside that tattered blue sleeping bag.  Becoming fertilizer for cactus and sagebrush, as per his request.  There’s likely not much left by now, other than a calaca covered with wisps of his signature whiskers, still clinging to brittle wrinkled remnants of skin.  A bag of bones, defying the laws of the land with an illegal burial, much as Ed advocated throughout his life, which ended prematurely back in 1989.  Edward Abbey was 62 when he joined the rank

These 12 generals are supposedly overseeing just 5,000 U.S. troops deployed to a base in Iraq.
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Fear and suspicion of undocumented immigrants has lead to a showdown of sorts.  The issue is a polarizing one, with some showing compassion and welcoming the alien merely seeking refuge from hostilities aboard.  Others, however, see this as a threat to employment, welfare, security and overall stability of the homeland.

Citizen, you are not adequately serving your society.
Citizen, you should feel shame for your selfish desire for free time, pleasure, and the pursuit of happiness.
Citizen, you should be thankful and happy around us. We have given you a job and allowed you to live on this planet. We have given you the amazing exciting opportunity to pay for resources that have been stolen and immorally cordoned of by us so that we may profiteer off your existence. You should be grateful we have chosen you as a worthy candidate for employ.

More than two millennium ago, back when The Roman Empire ruled a hefty portion of the world, one of its citizen poets coined the phrase “panem et circenses”, or “bread and circuses”.  What Juvenal was referring to was the manner in which the local yokels were distracted and controlled by those in power.  It was simple.  Just make sure the poor bastards had three square meals daily, coupled with a dazzling array of entertainment.  By that point in history, it had already been proven time and again that the average human cares about nothing more than having a full tummy, a few thrills, and an

If you don’t already know what’s going on in Arizona, and in Maricopa County in particular, you’re bound to hear more about the voter suppression that took place last week, on March 22, during the state’s presidential primaries. The local papers promptly reported that the county provided just one polling place per every 21,000 voters. Indeed, we suffered greatly in Maricopa due to the decrease in polling sites—down from 200 in 2012, to only 60 sites last week. Passing a downtown polling place, I spotted a line that seemed at least 100 people long.

A Ruination
Real America is not the window dressing of a nation posed by her government or by the corporate dominated mass media. Behind that pose is an endangering and endangered “ruination.”

It’s brutal how ignorant we have become, or maybe always have been. Talking to the great American sucking sound – gushers loving every rotten multimillionaire musician, actor, athlete, two bit hustler, any dumb-downing Beyonce half-time crap, and yet, oh yes, daily these people sing that song of colonized capitalists, thinking and believing every billionaire and millionaire up close and personal on TV, TED-x, in the headlines, is a friend.

One might expect that only historians would care to revisit the 1948 war that created Israel. And yet the debate about what constitutes truth and myth from that period still provokes raw emotions.
Much rests on how those events are reconstructed, not least because the shock waves have yet to subside. Israelis fear, and Palestinians crave, a clearer picture of the past because it would powerfully illuminate the present. It might also influence the international community’s proposed solutions for the conflict.

Eons before our forefathers climbed down from trees, shed vestigial tails, discovered their thumbs, and began walking upright, the fire goddess Pele was hard at work on the bottom of earth’s mightiest ocean.  There, four miles beneath the turbulent salty surface, she toiled.  Building Islands of white-hot, molten basalt, pushing them far into the sky, then watching as rock, buffeted by wind and rain, wore down to soil, as birds dropped seeds from faraway lands, as lush forests grew, as the ancestors of parrot-fish gobbled coral and crapped golden sand beaches which, in turn, became home to