and from the Scotsman.


http://news.scotsman.com/topics.cfm?tid=609&id=272942006

Let's sell the ports!
I know no one's selling the ports.

I do not recall so many republicans crying about racial profiling, or racism. Oh my. Oh my.

HERE'S the problem with THAT.

THERE ARE NO VICTIMS. Get a grip. This is about the extent of Republican understanding of racism.

When somebody is denied a job because of racism somebody gets hurt. Somebody can't eat.

Deny somebody the contract of a port, who get's hurt? Rich Arabs? Americans who invest in wealthy Arab countries? Wealthy money goes where it needs to to make more money.

When you're poor, money goes to where it has to go to survive. That's a much different thing.

Here's another example. Say your black and poor. You get stopped by a cop because your black or maybe you look poor. You loose time that's used to make a living, to survive. Say you're rich and you get profiled and delayed for an hour. You loose nothing, except an hour, because your money is still making money while you're being delayed. That's capitalism.

So remember kids. Let's not victimize any wealthy Arabs over such a trivial thing as national security. Racism is very important in these business deals. Somebody could be denied a port.

So.
I ride my bike. almost every day. I love riding my bike. I can't afford a car. I can't afford the blood, the oil.
I love cars and drive them when I can. But their better for recreation. We are crazy about our cars.
I own two cars. A homeless crazy guy hangs out in one of them in my back yard. I don't want him there. I don't think he's wanted anywhere else. He yells at the top of his voice inside my car. He needs to yell. I don't think he can control it.

So I'm winding up my late afternoon errands. Post office...hunt for books..storage..hunt for books.....store.. and so close to home. Every once in a while I get home in time to spend some time....... so I check for cardboard at my local liqour store. Winding it up to cross the street. I'm actually on private (not the public road) property and getting ready to cross the street and sometimes I circle around and drift on the open space getting ready to dodge across the street.
Under my breath I curse at all the fools in cars. While I drift around, waiting for the perfect spiritual moment to cross the street.

The Nation
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2006/02/09/opinion/main1302806.shtml

I heard the leader, and I believe the founder, of the Minuteman Project on CSPANN, Feb. 8th. It's quite a face he puts on that organization. I must say I like his approach, and the story of why he decided to start it.

It's a very inflammatory subject right now as are most things in the body politic today.

I believe if we are ever going to resolve this we need to take a look at the bigger picture, which includes our relationships with the rest of the world, and particularly our relationship with Latin America, and "Free trade". But then a few weeks later I heard that a middle east company was going to run port security, for large ports here in the U.S. I thought it was science fiction. The truth and more information has since come out, and it ....science fiction or.. a good plot for a novel.

Once upon a time we were on a good path.

My business, 50,0000 Books, which had served El Cajon for over 20 years, was closed as a retail shop around April of 2004. This was a very difficult decision. I had been in a redelopment area for most of my entire time in business.

I started this blog to talk about this experience and anything else I found streaming throu my consciousness.

It's been almost two years since I closed the store, but it has been a slow process letting go of the experience, and frustration of being in a redevelopment district. I have written about this on my website http://50000books.com and intend to dump some of that material into this blog.

Putting it off...

I've wanted to do this for some time.

To deal with my mental diahrea.

Organize my thoughts.

Share my terrifying world.


and hopefully inspire someone else to think outside the box.