Thursday, October 27, 2011

My Husband is Saving the World Through Non-Violent Communication

While I am blogging about what a psycho I am and how my head hurts and whether or not I can manage to get through the day without a major fuck-up of some kind, my husband is writing letters to mayors, in order to change the world through non-violent communication.

But I am still a much better cook. So there.

Apparently, we are now going to have the 1960s again because they were so much fun the first time, and some of us were pissed that we missed out.

Anyway, it turns out I am NOT imagining it and police are ACTUALLY "using teargas, flash bang grenades and rubber bullets against unarmed and peacefully assembled Occupy Oakland (Wall Street) protesters", to quote my husband.

If I have to live through this, I think I should also get to see Jimi Hindrix live at Woodstock.

Holy Shit.

P.S. Read his letter.

This photo seems to have been taken during the riots which followed the Rodney King verdict. I have not been able to find the name of the photographer.

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