Whenever a third rate dictator from any third world nation is forced from power for any reason, the last thing they do as they walk out of the door is rape the treasury, steal as much as they can of the people's wealth. It's not a spur of the moment thing. It's orchestrated, formulated, planned and practiced. Much like the old time western movies, while the good gang and the bad gang fight it out at the ranch, the wicked land baron is in town emptying the safe. In the movie, the hero shows up in time to stop the wicked land baron, but that's only in the movies. In real life, the thief and his cronies slither away to live out their lives in luxury. Welcome to the latest version of this scenario: the economic bailout. The wicked dictator, George W. Bush, and his cronies, the corporate elite, will walk out of the door with a trillion (it will be a trilliion before they're done) dollars of tax payer money. Unfortunately, there are no heros to stop them.

Everyone must have a place where they can retreat to cry, scream, yell, curse, shake their fist at the world, send out thoughts of love, and maybe, just maybe, get some feedback. This is my place. If I go too far or not far enough you can cry, scream, yell, curse and shake you fist at me. And maybe, just maybe, we can come to some consensus, some agreement, shape each others ideas. Seems to me like it would be better to do it this way than to use guns or bombs.