Just thought you might like to know that that article posted here was written by Canadian Gordon Sinclair back in the '70s. Mr. Sinclair was well known as a crotchety character with plenty to say and not shy about saying it. Irascible might be a good adjective for describing him. He called a spade a spade. I don't know what he would be saying if he were alive to observe the last 20 years of American foreign policy and interference. (I don't know a lot about that, but from the little I do know, I don't think we can be so surprised that Americans have been attacked by terrorists.) **** Here in Canada, I would venture to say everyone is feeling this horrific event on a level similar to what Americans are feeling. I have just sent a donation to the Red Cross relief fund and will give blood for the first time ever (I am afraid of needles) on Wednesday when there is a clinic in my little town. I cry when I watch the news, and the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning is what has happened to all those people and their families and friends. Far away as it is from Alberta, I cannot help but be deeply affected. I guess the fucking pricks who did this are proud of themselves. They must be spiritless. For me, this is also a wake-up call, a reminder that physical life is neither safe nor forever and I need to make this event count in my own life somehow by effecting a change in how I live it. I may need to actively work for peace and tolerance rather than just living it in my personal life. I need to focus on my spiritual enlightenment before it is too late to do so and make any difference. I also feel an intense gratitude to those people who are in New York and Washington right now doing the rescue work. They are, to my mind, doing me a personal favour by putting themselves through that hell -- which is exactly what it must be, for them. They are doing what I wish I could be there doing, taking some of the load in a physical way. I feel so helpless and so, so sad. Kate (du Nord)
