War
Letter and 4th Draft of Revolutionary Party Platform Proposal
November 14, 2011
My dear sisters and brothers,
In recognition of the fact that human beings are in reality one family or so-called 'race,' irrespective of our color, gender, and cultural differences, the 21st century calls for a creative, novel, and politically principled approach in the ongoing struggle for the attainment of real systemic change.
67 Suenos - A PNN ReViEwSfoRtheReVoLution
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The Real Reason for "WAR" in Libya?
Some believe it is about protecting civilians, others say it is about oil, but some are convinced intervention in Libya is all about Gaddafi's plan to introduce the gold dinar, a single African currency made from gold, a true sharing of the wealth.
I hear voices, see faces, of people I killed- We-Search on the Military Industrial Complex
Editors Note: PNN's WeSearch is people-led (rather than institution led) research and media created by the people who are impacted by the issue we do the research on. in this series we focused on the Military Industrial Complex and its impact on young people in poverty across Amerikkka.
Capitalism: The Real Reason for Libyan "War"???
Coalition governments have already begun facilitating business relationships with the rebel council
WAR--Rich people Create them, Poor people fight them.
DEPLOYMENT
TO AFGHANISTAN
Osama bin Ladin is dead?
Osama bin Ladin is dead?
Osama bin Ladin is dead,
my next door neighbor
asks if I am red
(communist)
I am just telling it
like it is, I say,
suggesting he is too
easily led
(and, no, I am some
sort of anarchist, I
say, in the deep
privacy of my head)
Foreclosures, poverty,
hunger, slavery, war,
rape, oil theft, and
more, you see--
why should Osama
bin Ladin's death
mean much to me?
A BUNCH OF CROWS SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER (OF OSAMA BIN LADIN)
A gang of crows woke me up, screaming the news that Osama bin Ladin is dead.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! The SEALS got that bad boy!"
I yelled out my window: "Shut Up! I'm tryin' to sleep!"
"Ah! Ah! Why such a grouch!?!" one of them shrieked on my window ledge. It cocked it's head left and right, looking like an anorexic Groucho Marx (and he was a thin dude too...) getting ready to put a verbal smack-down on and I was just the right doodyhead to take the medicine.
