Okay. We can stop now. Time to this stop and go. We can stop pretending to be
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sane on this cold worn sidewalk. We look like fools today. Much like yesterday. Much
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like the times they proved us wrong. We said it couldn't happen. They made it
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happen. History speaks louder than any other word, not bound and gagged by
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passivity or hesitance. Dust bowls blow with our conjecture. And I look around and
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see rust building up. We can't move even if we try. Move. We can't move even if we
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try. Move. Agitate.
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The praise over the recent demonstrations in Seattle are testament to the
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lack of of realism within the hearts and minds of many activists fighting
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for social justice around the world. Though the demonstrations were
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successful in that they did postpone the WTO conference and brought
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important issues to the front pages of virtually every major newspaper for a
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full week, they offered only marginal success, as the WTO still
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convened and exists as it did long before the demonstrations sparked
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discussion and then quickly faded with all the expectancy of any other
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news story. Though progress is indeed a process, we must remember that our
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steps towards justice are indeed only steps, and are only
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noteworthy in that they will lead us to the next step. In praising simple
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and limited achievements as great strides, we ultimately put ourselves at
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risk of being discouraged to continue after learning that our greatest
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efforts usually yield only marginal results.
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Lizard-Skin Barbie
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