Okay. We can stop now. Time to this stop and go.
We can stop pretending to be sane on this cold
worn sidewalk. We look like fools today. Much like
yesterday. Much like the times they proved us
wrong. We said it couldn't happen. They made it
happen. History speaks louder than any other word,
not bound and gagged by passivity or hesitance.
Dust bowls blow with our conjecture. And I look
around and see rust building up. We can't move
even if we try. Move. We can't move even if we
try. Move. Agitate.

The praise over the recent demonstrations in
Seattle are testament to the lack of of realism
within the hearts and minds of many activists
fighting for social justice around the world.
Though the demonstrations were successful in that
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important issues to the front pages of virtually
every major newspaper for a full week, they
offered only marginal success, as the WTO still
convened and exists as it did long before the
demonstrations sparked discussion and then quickly
faded with all the expectancy of any other news
story. Though progress is indeed a process, we
must remember that our steps towards justice are
indeed only steps, and are only noteworthy in that
they will lead us to the next step. In praising
simple and limited achievements as great strides,
we ultimately put ourselves at risk of being
discouraged to continue after learning that our
greatest efforts usually yield only marginal
results.