>Will you come to the Courts? 0002190200 >Will you come to the Glen? >Will you let the Piranha Punt >Devour our Legacy, the Land? Phull mune comin' Can U pheelit? Hey Al Gore, this is probably a really bad time to mention the blank tape tax, huh? Good grief; we're all alone inside our head. Wife enters bagelteria, embarrassed look on her face. "I just tried to open someone else's car by mistake." Meanwhile the husband, holding baby in car-seat, worried look on his face, maybe more that look of "I don't know how to diaper-change, get back here quick," says, "did they have more stuff than us?" **** ******** ******** ****** ******** ******** ** ** ** ** ******** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ******** ** ** ** ******** Greedings, & welcome 2 UMA - United Monopolies of America. Testing what the market will bear every single minute of every single day. Quick Spanish lesson? La mar, hmmm. not the sea, that's mer. El humo del tabaco supliendo las nubes de fuego - with force? enseno a matar al leon sin arma de fuego. proceeding to kill the lion without force of arms? el leon hacia con la ternera. Hmmm. Asi estuvo el leon hasta que murio desangrado. Ate to death? Ademas. More? After? PUBLISHER'S COLUMN NESTLE COUNTRY CORN FLAKES: Who'da Thunkit. by Prime Anarchist Cereal Partners, Nestle, and General Mills. A match made somewhere. Perhaps in the sulfur factory. Net wt 10 oz (283 g) If you have any questions about this product, call 1-800-328-1144 INGREDIENTS: Corn meal, sugar, wheat starch, brown sugar syrup, malt syrup, corn syrup, high maltose corn syrup, calcium carbonate, blue corn syrup, trisodium phosphate, white corn syrup, iron and zinc, vitamin C, brown corn syrup, vitamin B6, yellow corn syrup. Freshness preserved by Beatrice. Free from pork products and its derivatives. Nestle does its very best to give you full flavor and good nutrition from its cereals. If you have any questions or comments, please contact: PO Box 100 - 6 October City Zamalek Cairo, 340 6887 PO Box 29096, 13151 Safat, Kuwait 4334 00 28 or PO Box 13014, 50 rue Karachi, 20000 Casablanca May I make an observation in the form of a Farce? If pop culture stays its present course, this is what our future holds around 2004. She's 9 years old. Tonite at 9 she'll be bringing you her nine favorite sexy videos. And here to fight over her and bring her out onstage tonite are Wayne Newton and Liam Neeson. For MTV's PreTeen Hottie Scene, I'm Prime Anarchist and I'm brought to you by Diet Spam, the hard meat in the light blue can. Spam. For all your hot-lunch needs. Feed your teen what she deserves with Spam. Diet Spam. In the light blue can. /-\/-\/-\/-\ /This anarcho\ \rant brought/ /2 u by ATI. \ \not just a / /news organ. \ \It's p'rhaps/ /the oldest \ \e-rag on the/ ...net! \-/\-/\-/\-/ LET THERE BE LETTUCE to ati@etext.org you have nothing on your anti - mccain page http://cosmos.lod.com/~ati/ati177.html that includes his participation in the genocide of the Navajo at Big Mountain, Arizona. There was a recent lockdown by two activists at his campaign headquarters (feb 1st). http://www.solcommunications.com jennafer [thanks for noticing this, jennafer. we're big on understatement.] to ati@etext.org Dear Poetry Editor, _Activist Times, Intentional_: Hello! Thought I'd send you some of my work to consider for possible use in your e-zine. My poetry, fiction, and nonfiction have most recently appeared in _Ink19_, _Magma_, and _Kimota_. Thank you for reading these! Take care, Holly Lalena Day Hello Monique.. There is a new DOT COM company that can make ezine owners like you filthy rich. Check it out at: http://www.financialsuccess.org Thanks Austin Dear E-Zine Author, Are you looking for some exciting content for your E-Zine? Attached to this message are both a short and long article on two just Internet Sharing, E-Mail and Fax Servers are now the best choice for any computer network. Since your E-Zine subscribers are obviously very comfortable with technology, we are sure they would benefit from this knowledge. Thank you very much, Premysl Pech Dear George, Trump's Tie, mon. But it's really in her kiss! Andy Derousseau (316) It all ends up as 30 seconds-- and totally distorted. Not surprised! DB (414) Today we'll learn our numbers after our lettuce. No special raison. 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She pulls the collar of her shirt up around her neck, hiding the blue bruises Nobody knows. She grimaces as she slides the sleeves of her light jacket down, over the marks like love on her flesh, feeling silly like a teenager hiding hickeys from Mom. Nobody knows. She sweeps the broken glass from the floor careful not to cut her small white hands. She dumps the remains of an unhappy dinner into the waiting trash can, pulls her hair back into a ponytail, away from her face, ready for work. Nobody knows. She listens to gossip, quiet at her desk, stories about other women's sane and safe lives, about evenings that don't end in screaming and shouting and cringing against blank walls and watching the hands of a man who once talked too much of love turn into fists and sing new songs of hate Surma a poem by Holly Day we identify each other by our ceremonial tattoos ritualistic burnings-in the dark I feel the spot where someone dared you to put a cigarette out your fingers brush the jagged "x" that was supposed to stop my breath anthropologists, we explore each other's damaged pasts the keloid I got in ninth grade making happy faces with my lighter, the circle of blue dots a twelve-year-old did with a safety pin and India ink the Braille graffiti of your chest a warped child, a drunk stepfather-we are never completely naked & NOW AN ATI PHREE "AD." [we occasionally choose to put an "ad" here. we do this on our own. We never do this when asked. We only do it when we feel like it.] ____________________________________________ A C T I O N R E S O U R C E C E N T E R Box 2104, Venice, CA 90294 310.396.3254 (voice) * 310.392.9965 (fax) arcla@envirolink.org * http://www.arcweb.org Mission: To spearhead and support campaigns that protect the environment, human rights and social justice; and to provide training and coordination for grassroots organizing, education and non-violent direct action. DON'T LOOK FOR ART JUST IN THE PERFORMANCE, LOOK ALL AROUND YOU. a poem by Patti. It will destroy your self image There's such things called school He's dead now, he has a journal book, Sits by himself. He goes off for 20 minutes, "What are you reading for?" "Yup looks like we got ourselves a reader." That's so true, he's looping. Both of them did a one-act play. He repeated the whole play again. It was the same exact play. He was billed to do a concert. He sat down at the piano for 7 minutes. If I had it accurately he got $80,000 for it. He was making a point. Don't look for art in the performance, Look all around you. He has a couple chapters on guitarists. It just touched my heart. Just shut up, play your part; and get off the stage. He's capable of playing across the board. Just constantly doodling -- what constitutes And what doesn't constitute as a song. Where was this stated? This is what shows up in all music. Music can't be taken too seriously. It either feels good or it doesn't Just because it doesn't appeal to one person It won't to another. I think we're going to be going soon. ENDANGERED SPEECHIES How hard can it be to help preserve MY mother tongue? Let's see, United States english with the Pawtucket, RI, Fairfield and Groton, Konetiuk dialects. Harder than you would at first think, my friend. English is obviously going to live on as long as there's an England and so many ex-satellites like the U.S. But the nuances and "ikons" that have always kept it so beautiful are disappearing like so many lizards, bugs, frogs and assorted other creatures. Here at ATI we're going to attempt bringing out one new word a week. An "endangered word." Or a word "in danger" of "extinction." One that doesn't seem to matter much to people on Jerry Stringer or Judge Judas shows. Words Jay Lemo and David Letterboy don't seem to care much about/for. You know, the ones British Spears and Kristina Agribusiness won't sing. Yeah, those. The ones which carry meaning. This week's word will be SPLOITS. etymo-? From the alt.2600 'sploit, found in cyberspanglish, english, slang, hackcode and many dialects. Referring to anything accomplished. eggs ample: rootshell was just an example, there are loads of other places to get sploits http://www.insecure.org or http://packetstorm.securify.com FORT BENNING: A PERSONAL REFLECTION By Laura Birnbaum Class of 2003 Originally printed in the St. Norbert College Peace And Justice Center Newsletter Eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, body stiff from excessive hours of travel, and mind racing with excitement, I stepped off the bus that had become my temporary home. We had finally made our arrival nand joined the expected ten thousand outside the gates of Fort Benning, Georgia, location of the School of Americas, also knwown as the School of Assassins. This nickname is given due to its association with the bloody massacres, human rights atrocities, and graduating officers' history of violations, war crimes, and assassinations that have occurred thorughout Latin America. I am immediatealy engulfed in the kalaeidosocopic crowd, blended from all different walks of life; all brought together in peace, for the same reason - to close the SOA. On the stage a few feet from the line dividing Fort Benning from Columbus city-limits, music is played and voices sing out against violence. Activists and SOA survivors speak while those risking arrest prepare to cross the line in a solemn funeral procession, mourning SOA victims. Emotion and exhaustion overwhelm all. Four thousand four hundred people crossed the line that day, many carrying white crosses bearing the names of SOA victims. Four by four they marched, as victims' names were individually called aloud followed in response of "presente," symbolizing the presence of those killed among us. (Those who crossed the line had previously undergone CD training based on Gandhi's teachings to fulfill preparation purposes). As soon as the last crossed, tears of mourning transformed into tears of hope as "We Shall Overcome" was sang out and the sign of peace was held in the air. It was an incredibly powerful and moving demonstration; one of non-violent action, one of solidarity, and one of hope. Several of those who crossed the line were arrested and are now facing prosecution, which could result in a maximum of six months in prison and up to a five thousand dollar fine. Others were issued a one to five-year Ban and Bar Order from Fort Benning. the majority of those who crossed the line were loaded onto buses and taken off the base. They then proceedded to walk back where they were welcomed with enthusiasm and appreciation. The closing ceremony concluded and it was time to say good-bye and to depart, to return to the buses and to the real journey ahead. Now it is a time to reflect, to raise a new awareness of the SOA, and to broaden the existing one. Also, a time of hope, that the message "Nunca Mas!-Never Again" can prevail, and the doors to the School of the Americas are closed. A couple short marco-poems to end this edition of ATI. Activist Tai-Bo, Inkblotters Send something, anything to: ati@etext.org To see our websites, use a search engine. Get backissues at a place near you. Compartheid by marco Economic slavery Knows many forms But only one way. Numbas by marco $3B for the Mars Lander. What's my controlling interest In it, and is that my total Loss? 3,000,000,000 / 260,000,000,000 = Twelve dollars??? That's a lot of meatball samwiches! $1T for SDI which didn't work. Strategic Defense Initiative Cost me 3800 what? What comes after a trillion?