Sean Mahony

Hi friends,

The past few days and weeks of dismal news has sparked me to produce this commentary that may be on the contemptuous side. I'm sorry. I couldn't argue myself out of this stance. Please feel free to comment back to me.

The Reason Why We Need Nader

The reason we need Nader is because YOU won*t speak up. While Bush was embarrassing the entire country with his immature smirk, his difficulty with rehearsed lines and his total inability to think on his feet (remember *subliminable,* his stuttering rendition of *fool me once," and *nukuler*). Anyway, while that was going on, you were amused. While they were coaching the village idiot, you all went to the water cooler or lunch counter and made small talk about his *silly* ways. Maybe you didn*t get all the facts. Just today I heard that in 1995 the top 1% of the country held 10% of the wealth, and in 2004 they own 22% of the wealth, and a few weeks ago I heard that there are 400 families in this country who made $174 million dollars last year. (Ponder that as you try to put your kid through college.) So there are some things you don*t know, but you DO know that there are no WMDs, you do know that trying to help the Iraqis attain democracy was not worth 500 American lives, $300 billion dollars, and an Iraqi civil war, and you do know that Bush lied in his State of the Union speech, and you do know that Colin Powell, initially thought of as the honest one who would stand up to a cabinet of experienced and therefore lying politicians - you do know that Powell lied to the UN. And if you didn*t know on Feb 5, you do know now.

But you accept all of these things with some kind of cynical knowledge about American self-interest, and a half-understanding of how the powerful oil men are securing their fortune, and a belief that their interests are the same as your interests. But you don*t really believe it. But you were afraid to get mad enough to say anything to any to your friends and we need someone who IS mad enough. That*s just the way it works. People need a leader.

Granted, some of you are sore at how Nader split the vote, but it is still true that the sitting President got neither the popular vote nor the electoral vote. But why not blame Gore for not having the balls to make the Democratic party the workingman*s party, or why not blame Gore for not objecting to the 90,000 voters deliberately and illegally placed on Florida*s felony list. I*m sure some Gore staffer read it in the London Guardian. (You can read Greg Palast*s *Best Democracy Money Can Buy* for a synopsis.) Or for that matter why not blame Gore*s mother for raising a man afraid of his emotions. Why not? We all blame our mothers for something. Or why not blame the media for never digging up the truth about Neil Bush and the Silverado savings and loan and shoving it in our faces, or how the bin Ladens helped GW get started with Arbusto Oil. Or blame the media for helping the right wing conspiracy, to quote my favorite former first lady, to weaken the Democratic Party by crusading about one man*s sexual appetite. And for those of you who still think it was about him not telling the truth, you*re not jerking off enough!

But no, you like the single bad guy idea, and you go along with the power grabbers who told you there was no time to count votes in the world*s flagship democracy, we had a world to police and a country to run. And still you went to the water cooler and talked about the rich guy that murdered his wife, or Michael Jackson, or Janet Jackson, or Puff Daddy, or Martha Stewart. Hey, we all have to hear the important stuff from someone, and it was my 78-year old mother who told me, *If you*re not outraged, you*re not paying attention.*

And you forgot that our government never gave us a lick of evidence against al Qaeda and carpet bombed Iraq to get him. (I would compare the 5,000 Afghan innocents we killed to our 3,000 dead, but I know I*ll really lose you then.). By the way, my money is on the rich non-royal Saudis who don*t like how the royals are cozying up to the west, not forgetting that 15 of the 19 hijackers are Saudi, and then factoring in that bin Laden*s SAUDI family is flown out of the country on September 10-11 without the FBI asking a SINGLE question about brother O*.

No, you buy the snake oil and drink it like it*s cool aid, but you object to the one guy who could put up an intelligent debate with this crew of liars and thieves, to quote my favorite anti-Vietnam war veteran presidential candidate. And believe me, we need an intellectual at the helm - this guy Rumsfeld is as good as they come. Slicker than slick Willie, this guy makes quivering jello out of all of the *famous* *tough* interviewers. Granted, it*s hard to go against the guy who*s waving the flag while we*re at war, but right about now a lot more of us are sick of hearing the numbers of American dead, the increase in the civil war that we*ve obviously started in Iraq, the $60 million Haliburton stole in gas money, the $300 million they overcharged for food money, how lots of our jobs are going overseas, how we have a recovery without jobs, how the debt will kill social security and saddle our kids with poverty. You*ve woken up, I know. And a lot of you are thinking twice about Sharon having anted up with *Ok, let*s start assassinating each others leaders,* (with U.S. helicopters, don*t you know, so we*ll get blame credit). On the plus side, now the leaders know that we are playing for keeps. Maybe they*ll act differently. Maybe they*ll quit. Or maybe they*ll get killed and there will be a power grab. That*s always fun, like Russian roulette is fun. In any case, I don*t see how that will reduce the number of suicide bombers. Do you?

But hey, if you vote for that kind of policy, fine, I can*t stop it. I*ll do my best the get the hell out of here if it really gets bad, but what is it that you want? Is your plan to smash the guts out of the militant Islamists? Hey, it worked with the American Indian. None of them around now, right? The hell with Sharon and Bush destroying international law, do you think they are making you safe?

But my point is if you are not going to speak up, you can*t tell Nader to shut up. Maybe he*ll get in the debate, dare to talk the talk, and then back out and let Hillary, I mean Kerry take the prize. Or maybe he won*t.
But what difference does it make? The gulf stream will move south, Europe will have colder winters and will need more oil (oh, you didn*t hear about the Pentagon report - why not, all of Europe did), and we*ll fight about the Kosovo oil pipeline, but this time they*ll tell you about it - after all, you too will need to keep warm and get to work. And at least one time during each day, the company will show you a picture of Osama and for 15 minutes we*ll actively hate him. (I love to quote my favorite *1984* image.)

One more thing. I*ve been harping about what you don*t say at the water cooler, but in the current climate, it ain*t safe to say these things in email nor at the water cooler. Keep it to the friends that you can trust. And now I*m refering to the man who couldn*t beat a dead man in an election - John Ashcroft.
As someone said in the 30s to the farmers who needed a new deal, *Raise less corn and more hell!"

From: Tenorsean@danmahony.com
Date sent: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 02:59:01 EST
Subject: 3 oclock and all is well

Friends,

I would like to address you this evening, after a day in which Rachel Corrie was bulldozed and George W. Bush gave Saddam the 48 hour warning.

I'm not sure how long we will be able to have such frank discussions, so I'm putting a few extra points in. I hope I don't put you to sleep.

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I agree with my friend Jack that it is bad that we aren't demonstrating against Enron. I don't know why the leadership didn't rally on that one, but for myself, I realized that america would probably just lay down and give up again, same as when they lost 500 billion to Neil Bush and his ilk during the S and L scandal. To see 250 thousand people lay down and take it left me pretty numbed.

But we're talking about 2003, not 2002 or 1988. We're talking about good old-fashioned saber rattling. It's fine with sabers, because the one's who have the sabers are the ones who will get pricked or sliced, not those of us who live here. Today's sabers are tomahawk missiles, and smart bombs. Kind of a weird oxymoron, especially when we find out later that they were not really that smart. Oops. Sure looked good on TV, though! Which reminds me, we do need to talk about the press rolling over and playing dead just to keep the privilege of being invited to the white house briefings?

Sounds like we need them to have a white house press corp union - maybe we'd get some pointed questions: "Mr. President, we haven't seen any actual evidence of bin laden's with saddam. How do you expect the american people to back you on this?" "Hey kid, you're a week late on that. We're not doing bin laden this week."

Seriously, it would be suicide to ask a really pointed question to Bush now,
which is a really unfortunate metaphore, since suicide has gotten a really
bad rap in this country, wouldn't you say. Especially in public. But I wonder if what we need is for one of those reporters the be bold and commit career suicide and shout about the emperors new clothes. Just a fairy tale. Too much of a sacrifice. So, we're doomed. We're doomed because the middle professionals in the news business don't want to give up their life style.

That's sarcasm. Hey, I shouldn't talk. You don't see me at the barricades.
Not until enough of the commoners know what we're fighting for!

But back to Bush, you'll notice that tonight was no press conference. It was a highly rehearsed, highly protected pronouncement.

But back to the issue. This conflict is about actually ruining the planet,
not about raiding the pantry. That's why I'm writing tonight, 'cause the
stakes are much bigger this time, and this might be the last time that we get a chance to protest. Listen, don't get me wrong, I hope I'm wrong, but if I'm right, I'm gonna feel pretty foolish if I sat around and didn't voice my opinions on the off chance that I might sway one or two of my friends into some kind of action, and somehow this impending travesty was avoided.

Speaking of action, that was a good action by 500,000 thousand of us walking the streets of new york on Feb 15. But what I think is that they didn't give us a marching permit so we couldn't get counted, because I was out there and I saw a heck of a lot of people - it felt bigger than 1970-71 in Central Park and it felt bigger than the one on September 12, '81-'82. And instead of allowing us to get our 400,000 count, they sacrificed all the fine people on the east side, who had to cancel all plans if they were caught trying to get through midtown east of park avenue between 12 and 4. Well, we now know what they consider important.

But what the hell. To see the truth get trampled day in and day out is very depressing. It's like a steamroller, or maybe like a tank, to borrow from today's act, one of the most heinous tragedies since Tienamen Sqaure. By one our beneficiaries, I guess you could call them, seeing as we give them $3 billion per year, more than any other country, don't you know. How's that gonna play in world opinion? Anytime that I talk about the West Bank, I get daggers. From almost everybody. Is this the price I have to pay because of what Europe did for two thousand years? I have to stay my tongue about decency?

Bad deal. But I'll be quiet on this one until someone says they want my
opinion.

But that is not the main issue, and besides, let's drop it because it is 20
times as complex, because it goes back to 1948 and 1915 before that, how the Ottoman empire was carved up in the first place, and that it was carved.

Is that what this is? An empire war?

And what if we should lose. As my reactionary friend says, we'll be talking
Yemeni. So that's why I say don't start the fight. If we start the fight and
lose, we will be a whole lot worse off than if we just didn't start it and
lived peacefully for a few years until all of the fundamentalist tempers
cool.

But now I'm just realizing that we may have no choice. The Islamic people do
hate us. It's probably for all of the meddling that the CIA has done over the
years. After all, weren't they the ones who put Saddam in power in the first
place in 1972. We needed someone to replace the idiot who nationalized the
Iraqi oil industry. And everybody knows by now how our meddling in
Afghanistan before the iron curtain fell left some pretty murderous people in
charge, armed to the teeth. In fact, our handling of that situation spawned
the taliban. Lots of common folk there, probably lots of middle class folk
who had a couple of hundred thou with which to express their rage, had their
lives changed when we put Saddam in power. So let's pretend for a moment that
we are up front about THEIR rage and how WE caused it, and considering that,
we still decided it was better to go DO it on Wednesday Night. I'm not saying
that I think that's a cogent argument, I'm just saying that the people in
charge may be thinking that way.

However, one big thing "wrong" with this picture is that as we go forward, I
don't think we will learn any lesson, because we are not identifying the
wrong "acts," and we will be doomed to repeat those mistakes. So I say,
expose the spooks for their role in international mayhem, and that will
diffuse the anger to a point where we can all talk and figure out how to
share the planet's resources without soiling the whole thing. C'mon, we need
a Solomon here. The baby is gonna get torn in half. Mistakes of this
magnitude don't get reversed easily.

Whether your one of the choir or a hawk, I hope you help me keep this world
healthy and in business.

Listen, this story could go on all night. Jon Stewart was brilliant tonight,
and so was Collin. Goodnight.

Sean

From: Tenorsean@danmahony.com
Date sent: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 22:41:26 EST
Subject: Poetry
To: dan@danmahony.com

PRAY FOR PEACE

Pray to whoever you kneel down to:
Jesus nailed to his wooden or marble or plastic
cross,
his suffering face bent to kiss you,
Buddha still under the Bodi tree in scorching heat,
Yahweh, Allah, raise your arms to Mary
that she may lay her palm on our brows,
to Shekinhah, Queen of Heaven and Earth,
to Inanna in her stripped descent.

Hawk or Wolf, or the Great Whale, Record Keeper
of time before, time now, time ahead, pray. Bow down
to terriers and shepherds and siamese cats.
Fields of artichokes and elegant strawberries.

Pray to the bus driver who takes you to work,
pray on the bus, pray for everyone riding the bus
and for everyone riding buses all over the world.
If you haven't been on a bus in a long time,
climb the few steps, drop some silver, and pray.

Waiting in line for the movies, for the ATM,
for your latte and croissant, offer your plea.
Make your eating and drinking a supplication.
Make your slicing of carrots a holy act,
each translucent layer of the onion, a deeper prayer.

Make the brushing of your hair
a prayer, every strand its own voice,
singing in the choir on your head.
As you wash your face, the water slipping
through your fingers, a prayer: Water,
softest thing on earth, gentleness
that wears away rock.

Making love, of coarse, is already a prayer.
Skin and open mouths worshipping that skin,
the fragile case we are poured into,
each caress a season of peace.

If you are hungry, pray. If you're tired.
Pray to Ghandi and Dorothy Day.
Shakespeare, Sappho, Sojourner Truth.
Pray to the angels and the ghost of your grandfather.

When you walk to your car, to the mailbox,
to the video store, let each step
be a prayer that we all keep our legs,
that we do not blow off anyone else's legs.
Or crush their skulls.
And if you are riding on a bicycle
or a skateboard, in a wheelchair, each revolution
of the wheels a prayer that as the earth revolves
we will do less harm, less harm, less harm.

And as you work, typing with a new manicure,
a tiny palm tree painted on one pearlescent nail
or delivering soda or drawing good blood
into rubbed-capped vials, writing on a blackboard
with yellow chalk, twirling pizzas, pray for peace.

With each breath in, take in the faith of those
who have believed when belief seemed foolish
who persevered. With each breath out, cherish.

Pull weeds for peace, turn over in your sleep for
peace,
feed the birds for peace, each shiny seed
that spills onto the earth, another second of peace.
Wash your dishes, call your mother, drink wine.

Shovel leaves or snow or trash from your sidewalk.
Make a path. Fold a photo of a dead child
around your VISA card. Gnaw your crust
of prayer, scoop your prayer water from the gutter.
Mumble along like a crazy person, stumbling
your prayer through the streets.

-- Ellen Bass

From: Tenorsean@danmahony.com
Date sent: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 22:17:00 EST
Subject: Sobering

The following article appeared in today's truthout.org mail.

~~~

William Rivers Pitt is a New York Times best-selling author. He teaches high
school in Boston, MA.

I edited it to make it shorter.

"... 800 cruise missiles, will rain down on Baghdad, a city inhabited by 5
million civilians... in the hope [of] avoiding the need to send U.S. troops
in to fight house-to-house.

The Arab news service Al Jazeera ... will capture images of thousands of
Iraqi civilians sprawled bloody in the Baghdad streets, ...

The resulting explosion of rage within the moderate and extremist Muslim
world will be immediate and ferocious.

The terrorism alert status in America will rise to red. Troops will appear
in the streets.

Saddam Hussein will not flee, and his forces will stand in Baghdad.

The oilheads in Iraq will be fired, and the pipeheads will be opened.

Israel will be attacked, ... this time Israel will strike back.

American homeland security forces â€“ police, fire fighters and emergency
rescue personnel â€“ will [wait] for the inevitable call [knowing] that this
country is not ready to defend itself against an attack. Their budgets have
been gutted, the promised funding to augment their preparedness has not
come. They are not ready, but they stand and wait ...

Somewhere in America â€“ perhaps in New York, DC, Boston, Philadelphia,
Houston, ... Atlanta, perhaps in all of them simultaneously â€“ there will be
an explosion. A group that cares nothing for the well being of Saddam
Hussein will take responsibility, in the name of those thousands of Iraqi
Muslims slaughtered in the initial aerial bombardment of Baghdad.

The body bags will come out, here at home and across the sea ...

Martial law will be declared, habeas corpus will be suspended, posse
comitatus will be left aside, and the strictures outlined by both Patriot
Acts will come to full bloom.

227 years of constitutional law in America will draw to a close.

An oil shock will roll across the global community, ... Here at home, the
financial cost will hurl us further into deficit.

More explosions will echo across the streets of America. They could be
nuclear or biological or chemical in nature, in the effort to overthrow
Hussein we have ignored the fact that al Qaeda possesses the capabilities to
attack us with these weapons, having needed no help from Hussein.
...

In all likelihood, America will score a decisive military victory. U.S.
forces will invest Iraq.

Administration officials will begin to formulate plans for the removal of
other governments in the Middle East, both friendly and unfriendly, by any
means necessary. [see the article Blood Money - 2/27/03
http://truthout.org/docs_03/022803A.shtml and attached here in Word format]

Civil war will break out in Iraq as the Shia majority, the Kurdish and Sunni
minorities, go for each other's throats.

...The disputed election brought to power â€“ Cheney, Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz,
Perle, Bolton â€“ who have been planning this war since at least 1997. The
attacks of September 11, allowed by purposeful blinders placed over the eyes
of our intelligence services ..., gave these men the excuse they needed for
war.

The Bush administration's reaction to 9/11
placing blame on "evildoers" instead of starting an honest dialogue,
blocking an independent investigation of the attack for over a year,
nominating master secret-keeper Henry Kissinger to chair that investigative
panel
ignoring the real terrorist threats in order to focus on the politically
expedient annihilation of Iraq,
instituting the most ham-fisted diplomatic push ever seen in the history of
this nation by utterly ignoring the eleven Security Council members who said
no to this war,
disrupting international relations vital to the pursuit of true terrorist
threats,
and all the while underfunding the homeland defenses necessary to protect
the American people â€“ has led us to this dismal place.

The destruction of Saddam Hussein will do nothing to protect America. It
will place America and her citizens in further peril. We stand alone and
naked today. We will reap the whirlwind.

Take to the streets. Scream until your throat bleeds. Call whatever
congressional leaders you know, full in the knowledge that you will be
contacting a mob of failures, appeasers and political cowards. Make sure you
can look at yourself in the mirror as this darkness falls. Above all else,
do not succumb to despair.

You owe that much to yourself, your children and your nation as we fade to
black.

Author's Note: I have prayed on a daily basis that I would not be forced to
write this article. For the sake of history, I have listed below some of the
data, warnings and analysis that I and truthout have been delivering since
this process began unfolding in the summer of 2002.

The Coming October War in Iraq - 7/24/02
http://truthout.com/docs_02/07.25A.wrp.iraq.htm
The Other American Dream - 9/1/02
http://truthout.com/docs_02/09.01A.wrp.am.drm.htm
For the Congressional Record - 10/10/02
http://www.truthout.org/docs_02/10.11B.wrp.record.htm
I See Four Lights - 10/16/02
http://www.truthout.org/docs_02/10.17A.wrp.4.lights.htm
The Dead Remember - 1/1/03
http://www.truthout.org/docs_02/010103A.wrp.dead.htm
The Stand - 1/9/03
http://truthout.com/docs_02/011003A.wrp.stand.htm
America, Are You Ready for This War? - 2/4/03
http://www.truthout.org/docs_02/020503A.htm
Blair-Powell UN Report Written by Student - 2/7/03
http://truthout.org/docs_02/020803A.htm
Osama Rallies Muslims, Condemns Hussein - 2/12/03
http://truthout.org/docs_02/021303A.htm
Of Gods and Mortals and Empire - 2/21/03
http://truthout.org/docs_02/022203A.htm
Blood Money - 2/27/03
http://truthout.org/docs_03/022803A.shtml

William Rivers Pitt is a New York Times best-selling author of two books -
"War On Iraq" (with Scott Ritter) available now from Context Books, and "The
Greatest Sedition is Silence," available in June 2003 from Pluto Press. He
teaches high school in Boston, MA.

Scott Lowery contributed research to this report.
Â© Copyright 2003 by TruthOut.org

Victory for Live Music! "The tentative settlement will allow for a 10 year commitment for live music on Broadway source."

From: Tenorsean@danmahony.com
Date sent: Sun, 9 Mar 2003 01:29:06 EST
Subject: Re: Strike

The strike occurred on Friday night because the actors and stagehands stuck with the musicians. The producers had been ready to go on with "virtual orchestras." There were no shows today, Saturday, for the matinee and the evening show times. Instead there was picketing.

At some point today, the producers came back and changed their offer from 14 (as the largest minimum) to 15. Currently there are some theatres that have a 24-musician minimum and there are others that have as little as 13. And there are ways that producers can ask for exceptions from the minimum in a certain theatre, and they are granted in some cases.

In any case, the musicians feel that the producers will come back with
another offer, because after the musicians' rejection of 15, the producers
should make the next offer. I'll try to keep you apprised.

Here's a great picketline anecdote: A couple from Utah talked to the
picketers at Les Miserable and explained that they had come all this way and
that this was his favorite show and this was his birthday, etc. They were
emphatically disapointed. Then, since a good number of the cast was on the
picket line, they performed the finale of the show for the couple (and I'm
sure a number of other dissapointees who happened to be within earshot). I
saw the show recently, and I remember the powerful finale. It must have been
quite the event of the afternoon on the sidewalks of New York!

It reminds me of the time (August 1986) that the show I was doing closed
after the fourth show. The cast of Rags, to try to prove to the producers
that the show would succeed in spite of bad reviews, invited the audience to
meet us immediately after the show and march down Broadway past the Tickets booth, through the center of Times Square. About one thousand people joined us! It too was quite an emotional spontaneous coming together of people, especially since one of the characters was Uncle Sam on stilts, the real high ones!

As to the link between the striking musicians-actors-stagehands and the Iraqi
war, as each of us can plainly see as our expenses go up, capital, that is,
the invested million, is getting more and more desperate for it's percieved
share of the pie. I mean, after all, "We have to keep all three jaguars, the
SUV, the RV, and all three summer homes, even the one in Spain. I couldn't
bear giving even one up, Mumsy." In other words, as the economy slows, as
much by it's own 35-year cycle (1929 was the low and 1966 was the high, at
least for American wages), as by the powerful and unanticipated effect that
the 9-11 attack had on the world's ecocomy, the invested dollar still wants
it's 50 or 200 percent profit. And whether their investments are in Broadway
shows or Latin American fruit or Brazilian coffee, every factory manager and
every money manager is competing for the same investment dollar. And that
expresses itself as much by the reduction of sweatshop wages from 55 cents to 40 cents per hour when they can, by layoffs in America, by the seventh
largest company in America, Enron, going bankrupt, and by reducing the
Broadway show's "nut," as they call it, the cost of running the show.

As the economic tide turns, those investors are having as hard a time as we
are with making do on less, so they are getting more aggressive in their
business negotiations. Me, when I'm threatened with income reduction, I can
move to New Jersey, or start teaching, or play in bars everynight, or give up
my dreams of retiring comfortably at 65, or can adjust to not being able to
send my teenager to college, or whatever. My point is, I have options. But
they, the big investor, have lifestyles to keep up. "Come on, I can't
dissappoint the Vanderbuilts by not having a summer party announcing their
springtime return from Cannes!"

The point is that if you can understand the investor who has $10 million or $50 million, then think about the investors who have 100, 200, or 300 BILLION.
They too, don't want to give up their 10th jaguar or their 3rd yacht, but
instead they are thinking way ahead to the time when oil in this hemisphere
is running out, and the world is dependent on the Iraq-Saudi peninsula. And
as China emerges as a growing consumer of oil, western capitalists are
uncomfortable that they will get no piece of that. But I think the thing that
really scares them is that they will not be one of the players. There will be
Saudi and Iraqi moguls making deals with Inner Circle Chinese industrialists
(c'mon, I have to poke fun at the inner circle-ism of communism. After all,
I'm American, we love democracy and hate dictatorships. Even I, as a child,
thought that Russia was physically grey! Creeping socialism and all that.)

But back to the western moguls not being comfortable with the growing power of Saudi and Iraqi moguls (each of whom, by the way, control an estimated 30 percent of the world's oil), and the soon-to-be Chinese moguls; after all, who knows how powerful six billion consumers can make them.

That is the big play being enacted. And just like the psychological model
that says it's better to talk it all out so that you aren't compelled (unconsciously) to act it out, the big guys would be better off if they
talked it all out. And that's why I suggest a debate between George and
Saddam. I know that George is not comfortable thinking on his feet, but he
can have Cheney and his whole staff in his ear, and I know that Saddam has
his "dictator-isms" and an entirely different way of thinking, culturally,
(you simply MUST read the Rather-Hussein interview), but he is willing to
talk. Such an event would be important to world opinion, I think, especially
because those in America who think he's the next Hitler will not expect him
to be able to hold a coherent conversation that doesn't expose his maniacal
tendencies.

But where does this leave us? Simply put, each of us needs to talk to whomever will listen, and we should listen whenever being talked to. (Some of us are not good at listening, but we need to learn.) But back to action, read and listen (check out WBAI.org) from sources other than network talking heads who are the mouthpieces of trillionaire corporations.

Earlier I spoke of the large capitalists' desperation. But remember our
desperation. We don't want them to keep cutting our wages and tax us (where's the $100 billion for the war gonna' come from?), and take away our hard fought social programs. Do we? And we don't want such testosterone-driven decisions as threatening the use of nuclear weapons to actually come to pass.

Let's hope we can speak again.

Sean

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From: Tenorsean@danmahony.com
Date sent: Sat, 1 Mar 2003 14:29:55 EST
Subject: Sean in La Traviata

Dear Friends,

I will be performing the role of Gaston in a performance of:

Excerpts from Verdi's La Traviata

Sunday, March 9, 2003, 3 P.M.
Music Director/Conductor John Minkoff

Sharp Theater, Ramapo College, New Jersey

I hope you will be able to make it.
We are doing the Second Act, which includes the "Party Scene."

The program is quite varied. We are sharing the program with Ed Polcer and his Jazz All Stars, who is an old friend from days of Jimmy Ryan's and Eddie Condon's on W 54th Street.

Here's the directions.
Route 17 North to 202 (Suffern/Morristown) South. Turn left at first light.
Questions: 973-427-5745 ex 113

Other performers:
Alfredo: Edwin Santayana
Germont: Allesandro Magno
Violetta, Cynthia Firing
Barene: Robert Prowse
Flora: Tamara Cashour
A Gypsy: Charlene Aruta Taub

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