A note to a Friend

THERE ARE THOSE BRAVE ENUGH TO SAY I LOVE YOU.
THEY ARE VERY SPECIAL FRIENDS INDEED♥

I love you too sweetheart, it took a lot of dead Indians to make your American Dream; but there are few Indians left to kill and no nation left that has not been exploited. All things must come to an end before there is a new beginning. My dear friend, you see it is much more than just our country; it's "our world" Angie, and I do not like what they have done with it.

The United States, could feed the world, and the world could feed us; But what's the profit in that?

You create profit by limiting peoples resources, thereby insuring higher prices as the demand goes up. In the other world, the one that we do not like to think about. There are thousands of starving mothers, who at this very moment are seeking bread, still a simple task for most of us. But too often it is in vain for their babies, and as the children starve and die. All the while; the powers of Wall Street, and the oil industry are turning our abundant food supply into overpriced gas for our cars. While at the same time, forcing us to pay a much higher price to feed our own families. That is if we have money to pay the merchants of death. I can think of no uglier crime against humanity. With global food prices rising and more corn being diverted to the production of ethanol fuel, Bill Clinton is warning of food riots in many nations.




For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit. Kahlil Gibran