days of rage redux

After a 40-year absence, the days of rage have returned.

As crude oil spews into the Gulf of Mexico for the 43rd day in a row, washing up on Gulf Coast beaches and killing all marine life it touches...as the millions of American unemployed and foreclosed-upon count the days and weeks until their unemployment benefits expire and the bank moves to evict them...as the war in Afghanistan continues to bleed that country and this one white, life by life and dollar by dollar...as homicidal Israeli commando-thugs board relief ships bound for Gaza in order to break the illegal and immoral blockade of the largest open-air concentration camp since the cotton and sugar plantations of Alabama and the Caribbean islands were in full bloom in the 19th century, and as a timid, vacillating, weak, wimpy, indecisive, delicate, and anemic American president sits in the White House composing beautifully articulated speeches, signifying nothing, an implacable rage rises into the throats of the working classes and dispossessed all over the world.

It's about to blow.

It's time to take to the streets, to the sea lanes and forbidden shores, to the public places, and shut down the monstrous system of war, pillage, and piracy that has brought us here. All that's needed is the leader or leaders to show us the way. I expect him or her or them to appear, momentarily.