No Retreat Baby, No Surrender

OK, I admit it, I'm depressed. The Hatemongers, Homophobes, and Hummer owners have won. Whether they won fair and square or cheated their fat asses off (again), we don't know yet. I'm betting on the latter, but it won't matter much by the time we find out.

But the only way to fight these assholes is to fight these assholes. Not in the street (yet) -- they've got more guns than we do -- but with our brains. We need to be more vigilant and more vocal, to take no quarter and give back ten times what they dish out. We need to put our bodies upon the gears and the wheels and all the apparatus of hatred, and bring it to a grinding halt.

Take the rest of the week to lick your wounds, then report to duty on Monday. We need you.

"There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part; you can't even passively take part, and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop. And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!"

- Mario Savio, December 3, 1964