25 Jan 2013

Touch Tone Active Ism

"Hi There,

Today in St. Louis folks are standing up to Peabody Energy and demanding they take accountability for their actions. Among the protesters are members of the Navajo tribe from Black Mesa and residents of the coalfields of Appalachia. They have come together in solidarity against Peabody’s devastating practices; from the relocation of Navajo and Hopi people of Black Mesa in Arizona to the stripping of Appalachian miners pensions, Peabody exploits the communities wherever it works. Can you take a minute today to tell Peabody that their practices aren’t okay? Peabody is the largest coal company in the world: let’s shut down their switchboard today!

Here’s a script you are welcome to use for your call:

Hello Mr. Boyce /Peabody. I’m ____________, I’m calling to hold you accountable for your role in the destruction of communities and the environment as the CEO of Peabody Energy. To begin to repair the damages you and your company have caused you need to immediately stop stripping indigenous lands, take financial responsibility for the Patriot pensioners and stop your role in the climate crisis.

You can call Greg Boyce's (CEO of Peabody) home phone at (314) 925-8005 or Peabody itself at (314) 342-3400. Feel free to email him at ghbusa@aol.com if you’d like to tailor a longer message to him!

Your friends at RAMPS, BMIS, and MORE!" via http://supportblackmesa.org/

http://rampscampaign.org/
http://supportblackmesa.org/
http://organizemo.org/



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Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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