Just call me Whoosane


As part of the reaction against the stupid right-wing attack against Barack Obama to somehow make him seem…I don’t know, Iraqi? maybe…by emphasizing his middled name “Barack Whooooo-Saaaaaane Obama”, a few people have decided to go all Marcos.

So I am Hussein, though I prefer the Stupidic spelling of the name because I think it mocks them even more. I mean, honestly, how desperate for an issue is someone to pick on the rarely used middle name of a candidate? Even if he ran around using it all the time, it would be a fairly stupid reason to try and get someone to vote against the candidate.

So just call me Whoosane. What can I say, I am a Zapatismo Urbano:

We who live in the cities and look to the Zapatistas are not organized as an army. We do not live within the sort of communal support structures that exist in Chiapas. We do not have land on which to grow the basic foodstuffs necessary for survival, and we are not, on the whole, accustomed to the levels of complete poverty that is the daily experience of the Zapatistas of Chiapas.

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What, then, are the aspects of the Zapatista uprising that have found echo in the cities of the world? The most obvious is the mere fact of rebellion the fact that the Zapatistas rose up when the time for rebellion seemed to have passed, their ¡Ya Basta! to a world that is so obviously obscene.

My prayer of activism:

O Lord, let me never be satisfied that Your will is being done, or that it will be done without my active participation.
Let my voice be a voice for Your justice, or let it stick in my throat.
Let my hands reach out to offer comfort, or let them wither.
Let my feet lead others to Your path, or let them be crippled.
Let me always remind those to whom much is given that much is expected in return.
Let me always remember that if the world finds my presence uncomfortable and provoking, I am not meant to be at home in this world anyway.
If it is insulting to speak the truth, then let my words be insulting.
If it is civilized to be blind to injustice, the let me be a barbarian.
If it is not my challenge, then let me honor those who labor and concentrate on what You would have me do.
When I need rest and succor, remind me that those luxuries are denied too many in this world.
But most of all, remind me to always seek You before I seek to set things right.

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