New York City Has Become A Place

I Had A Newspaper In Flint, Michigan Called The 'flint Voice,' And So It Was A, You Know, Underground, Alternative Newspaper That I Edited And Put Out For About Ten Years.

I've Always Been Sort Of Confused By The Trajectory My Life Has Taken. I Was Supposed To Be On An Assembly Line Building Buicks.

We Live In The Time Where We Have Fictitious Election Results That Elects A Fictitious President. We Live In A Time Where We Have A Man Sending Us To War For Fictitious Reasons. Whether It's The Fictition Of Duct Tape Or Fictition Of Orange Alerts We Are Against This War, Mr. Bush. Shame On You. Mr. Bush, Shame On You. And Any Time You Got The Pope And The Dixie Chicks Against You, Your Time Is Up.

Today, Whether It Is A Student Who Holds A Sit-in To Get The Army Recruiters Off His Campus, Or The Mother Of A Dead Soldier Who Refuses To Leave The Front Gate Of The President's Ranch, We Continue To Be Saved By Brave People Who Risk Ridicule And Rejection But End Up Turning Huge Tides Of Public Opinion In The Direction Of Righteousness. We Owe Them Enormous Debts Of Gratitude. It Is Not Easy To Stand Up For What Is Right, Especially When Everyone Else Is Afraid To Leave The Comfortable Path Of Conformity.

Under Reagan Came The Idea Of Putting Your Pension Plan In The Stock Market, Which Wasn't A Guaranteed Pension.