have you ever seen a better line-up for peace???

"Peace doesn't sell newspapers"
Hearst

"Silent Night" is a "Message Song", too. Who's listening?





timber

Then again, "silent night " was written like 350 years ago, a lot of things have changed, Timber

Me contemplates Music and then Politics, remembers Sports and Fitness and settles for a beer and passage of the buck.

A buck for a beer sounds reasonable to me. So does peace, but I'm more confident of finding Dollar Beer than Peace ... Particularly "Peace at any Price".



timber

"Any Peace for one Price"?

Peace at any price is easy to find and implement. Hard to find is the supporting logic.

What's the price that you're willing to pay for peace?



do you have any numbers? How 'bout zero? I'd go for that!

What I really wanted to say was that artists from "allied" countries are making a point that not everybody in their respective countries are for the war!

And I think that "Message In A Bottle" was very fitting... Know the words of a poet, and you'll feel what he means

bigdice, I know what you mean, and I really appreciate where you're coming from. Poets and artists ... and people in the street ... someday perhaps, some where, some cause, perhaps. But not here, not now, not this. Not in Venezuela, either, nor Columbia, nor Iran, not even Cuba. But it is not an idea to be given up. There could be another "Velvet Revolution" some other time some other place only if folks keep trying.
A world in which there was no criticism of nor opposition to war would be a very unpleasant place. Sparta wasn't big on Aesthetics, or individual rights, as I recall.

Somewhere, there may be another Vaclav Havell (sp?). Right now, there's GWB, Mr. Blaire, and Saddam Hussein. None of the rest of us have anything useful to say, but we dare not admit that to ourselves. What could be done was not done when it could and should have been done. We'll likely fail in the same manner time and again. But once in a while, The Wall does come down, and once in a while The Tanks leave The City Square to a dancing, joyous populace. Thos are the moments to strive for. Its their rarity that makes them such treasures, their achievement so sweet and fulfilling. Moments such as these besetting us now are tedious in their commoness.


timber