990523 1901 HOW TO ANNOY A CLERK: At 2AM On A Week Night. by prime anarchist Before shutting the door behind you, look at the sticker on the door-jam that shows you're 5'7" tall in technicolor blue and red. Shout out that you're 5'10" and insist that their chart is wrong. (unless of course you ARE 5'10", then insist you're something else -- your pick) Suggest the person who put it up must've gotten ahold of some bad crack. Tell them they'd better have it corrected by the next time you come back or you're going to call the BBB. Don't forget to tell them you're just kidding at some point, or you might ruin their trip. Remember to thank them and tell them to have a nice day. Mean it, even if you get a sense they don't. Greetings and welcome to ATI179. Activist Turning-Points International. SunDay May 23, 1999. It's 4:30 pm. Do you know where your politicians are? Here's the Activist Times Publisher's Column, I see and hear my God recognizes yours. Can you say the same about "your's?" Just a question. I'm watching "MOTHER THERESA: In The Name Of God's Poor." Can I tell you how weird it is to view this, tears rolling down my cheeks and every time a doorbell or phone rings at the shelter I live in and run, I see Ted Kennedy's fat shiny Oil Of Olay face on C-Span2 discussing Juvenile Crime bills whenever I hit STOP? Cough, cough, tus, tus. Sounds like old Eddie has TB. Nice glasses by the way. Do they cost more than my life? How many meals could I cook with that gorgious silk tie of yours that attempts to colorize your grey face and dark puffy eyes? How many silk ties do you own, Ted. How many coats? I don't dare say half of how I feel: I'm not allowed to judge. You point at percentages of mothers and fathers on an easle, all red, white and blue looking; looking like Ross Perot, Ted. Ted, Ted, I wish I could shake you, you're not hearing, you're not seeing, you're not asking ANY OF THE RIGHT QUESTIONS. Shut up and listen. Feed the poor Ted. Boston, Hartford, Providence Ted. Brooklyn, Worcester, Bridgeport. Feed the hungry Ted. Shut up and sell your tie. Cook a meal. You are no help thus far, Ted. Represent us! Listen to your heart. Feed the poor. If you don't have the courage to truly speak for your people, than at least have the courage to step down and let someone who can: do. That said, that expressed, I change the channel so I no longer have to watch this verbal shit every time I pause. Yuck, feck, blech. A good juvenile justice bill? Feed children free. No strings attached. But you all aren't ready for that yet, are you? Have a nice meeting you yuppie pukes! I can't recommend this movie enough, by the way, I didn't mean this as a movie review but here goes. I've cried at least 6 times now, and she hasn't even gone from Sisterhood to Motherhood yet. Holy wah. What a good movie. I didn't know she was born in Albania. She was nine when her dad died. Hmmm. Attn: NATO, take a letter. Dear England, Dear US. You desecrate Princess Diana with every smart bomb you insert into Serbia region. Can't you see this? Don't you hear? Don't you feel? Your bi-lateral genocide is not working. It accomplishes nothing but suffering and death, destruction and desecration. How many songs must I sing you before you face your demons America, England, Canada. NATO, the people calling you NAZI are bitter, they are resentful. I harbor no fear, no bitterness or resentment. Nothing but love when I tell you this. Name of God, NATO. When will the bloodshed end? How about show me one tiny sign? How about closing the SOA. How about searching your heart for a peaceful solution in Serbia, in Iraq, in Somalia, Lebanon, Timor, Tibet; in Chiapas. On the Navajo reservation. I make no distinctions, Amerika. Shame on your each and every seperation. Each bomb. Each starving human on this planet. Shame shame. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Just search, you'll find it. You're not looking hard enough. Oh and Secretary Cohen. Take a short note. You suck. Love, Prime Anarchist