Sing Along¡

Canci o´n de los Pasajeros de Sun Metro

O SUN METRO, SUN METRO, SUN METRO,

¡NO ES BUENO!

SUN METRO, SUN METRO, SUN METRO,

¡O QUE FEO!

SUN METRO SUN METRO, SUN METRO

NO ES BUENO

SUN METRO, SUN METRO, SUN METRO

¡OOOOO QUE MIERDA!

New York

It would appear that the mayor of New York is getting richer, and that

the people of the city are not...

http://socialistworker.org/2010/07/14/kleptocratic-mayor-of-new-york

Dear Neighbor

Dear Neighbor, I don't hate nobody. And god bless you if you love music.
Music is a peaceful activity, and
Everybody loves music, right? But maybe you and me don't like
the same music. Right? It isn't so peaceful when your music becomes
my music, without giving me a choice, if you know what I mean....
I mean when I'm sitting in my room and I'm trying to read a book,
and it is not Jack and Jill went up the hill, and the door's closed
and the window's closed and then boom, boom, boom, and I can feel it.
You get the picture.
So maybe you are not maleducato like i said.
SO, let's just say "Peace". I don't hate nobody. and I am not your enemy.
Just be fair to me and I'll be fair to you. Respect.

Just one other thing: are you afraid of something? I mean you have two
pretty scary dogs in your back yard. Maybe you should get to know
your neighbors.....Your neighbors are not bad people
and they do not want to hurt you.

Just a thought.

Respect!
Your neighbor.

in passing....

so many dishonesties.... every day.... (1)

I continue to dislike boarding the El Paso buses, being inspected by the bus-driver

as one enters the bus...

So unnecessary.

As if they are afraid that someone will ride the bus without paying...

As if the ruling class weren't robbing us of much greater sums every day.

And then there is the insult implied by the dishonest labeling: "fare adjustment"

"adjustment" Excuse me, do you think I am stupid? Do you think if you call it

by that word, somehow it will be less ugly?

You are raising the price of public transit because a small number of powerful and wealthy individuals have been gambling with other people's money--with our money.

They are robbing us and you are pretending that we have democracy.

Please stop insulting us.

And, of course, the people who you are taking money from are precisely

those who can least afford to pay more. They don't ride the bus in El Paso

Texas because they are rich. El Paso Texas is not a city like New York or

Vienna or Bratislava where public transport is fast and convenient. In El Paso,

people use the bus when they cannot afford a car... (and most people have

enormous trucks....)

All very dishonest.

The Bus Company is defective in other ways: Wasting money to print up pieces of paper (2) that make a show of democracy...

that pretend that we, the passengers, have a say, that we, the passengers, can influence the decision that has

already been made...

All dishonest and insulting.

(1) or if you prefer: So many pieces of dishonesty... or so much dishonesty....

or so many of the events of ordinary life are so fundamentally insulting and dishonest...

(2) Here I refer to the pieces of paper in every bus inviting us to a meeting to discuss the fare increase, which is misleadingly labeled as an "adjustment"....

You should "adjust" the mayor's salary or that of the city manager or that of all the managers at the El Paso bus company...

AND HERE'S SOMETHING THAT'S EVEN MORE IMPORTANT...

I hereby propose the following reform to improve life in the city of

El Paso Texas:

The mayor, and the city manager, and all employees of "Sun Metro" and all employees of UTEP (including faculty and administrators) should be required to use the bus to commute to work.

The mayor and all city employees, AND all employees of UTEP (including

Professors and administrators) should be required by law to give up their cars.

That would be civic pride.

That would require bravery.

That would be setting an example.

And, if that happened, boy would the buses get better overnight--and there might even be a real metro (fast trains) and trams and safe bike lanes..

If the buses are good enough for ordinary citizens, then they are good enough for

the mayor or any elected official, or any employee of the government or any professor

or any president of any university....

But, in the dusty dirty desperately ugly real world...

Instead they are idiotically building new freeways. --IDIOTIC and short-sighted.

They should be putting in a real metro.

NO, I do not have anything good to say about El Paso, Texas...

Your Homework

NO, no, no...

Sorry,

I just don't get it!

This American home ownership thing.

This American car ownership thing.

No thank you!

I want no part of it!

A home means time wasted doing repairs, and buying shit.

No thank you.

That's not for me. I have better things to do with my time.

And I would rather not use my leisure time to contribute to

the wealth of the already wealthy by buying shit.

Your homework, Mr. and Ms. America, is to read Eric Fromm's

"Escape from Freedom."

Fromm will tell you how unhappy you are, and how you cannot get

happiness through your possessions.

You are making a big mistake Mr. and Ms. America.

And when you finished that reading assignment, you can start to read something

legitimate about global warming....

Homework questions to be posted in the future.

get me out of here

This is really hell.

Apparently the local citizenry have decided to designate a local smoke stack

as some sort of historical object...

A smoke stack that used to pollute and, probably, damaged the health of

citizens and workers....

Perhaps because the scenery is otherwise flat?

This is such an ugly place, but I had no idea that the ugliness had literally seeped into the brains of the people who live here.

This is so horrendous I can't even bring myself to read the story about it in the local newspaper.

Stolen Land

Stolen Land

We live here with a heavy conscience.

How else to explain the military aircraft

buzzing or zooming or merely annoying overhead?

Waiting for the bus in the miserable bus station near the border,

I see a helicopter hanging in the sky, suspended in agony.

Then there is the inner colonization:

High school students at lunch time

--large even without baggy jeans--

Eat the greasy salty food produced by various multinational companies,

decorate the ground with greasy wrappers.

--What is their future in this occupied land?

Will they buy a truck and a square of dirt,

and put a fence around their lawn where two dogs stand

guard, and then play their music loud?

Or will they fight amongst themselves for access to scarce resources?

money, power, and women?

I've never had much enthusiasm for that sort of a scramble.

So, I sit alone in a room with a low ceiling,

listening to the killers’ planes flying overhead.

--I don’t think they are protecting us.