(in memory of Russell Means, d. 22 October 2012) I mourn for America, a beautiful land, dying a slow, choking death in the chains of the toxic West I mourn for the Indians, the original people, robbed of their birthright by diseased, psychotic settlers I mourn for
In every cry of every Man, In every Infant’s cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg’d manacles I hear. – William Blake, “London “It’s all in your head, man.” How many times have we heard that before? I’m bettin’ plenty and it’s truer than one might suspect. Why? Because the blueprint
