Ding Dong, The Wicked Dic Is Dead!
Death is the only justice. And what justice in that?
I just gotta say, on sunday a Piece-o-Chit died, and I for one, am glad. I hope this brings out more of the truth about this and all those dirty wars. Let's all read a Neruda poem, listen to Victor Jara sing it while he still had hands, and say, along with Violeta, "Gracias a la Vida!"
I grew up in San José, California and lived and worked among the ones who weren't disappeared, some who seemed permanently not there and living a life of re-membered tortures. My heart to all the Chilean exiles and children of the exiled. This was real and enough to break the heart of a poet. "Look! Look at the blood in the streets!" Does justice fail? Find out.
ArRest In Your Own Imagined Hell, Pinoshit!