Stencil print outside BICAS and the former Tucson Puppet Works. Tucson, Arizona.
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The Tucson Citizen gives the Arizona Governor and State Legislature hell for their grandslam fuck up of a response to the budget crisis:
“Neophyte Gov. Jan Brewer over the weekend affixed her signature to shameful and unimaginative legislation that will cut education, welfare, social service programs and state parks while moving Arizona one step closer to becoming a moribund, Third World backwater.”
For the entire editorial go to the Tucson Citizen and proceed directly to drown your sorrows, do not pass go, do not collect $200 or anything for that matter. If you escape with a will to throw stones or burn down buildings as there will be no funding to fill them with students, consider calling the Gov’s office and giving her (or her poor confused staffer) an earful. Remember to use small words, and that they don’t have long attention spans.
The full mailing address is:
The (Honorable) Jan Brewer
Governor of Arizona
1700 West Washington
Phoenix, Arizona 85007
Telephone (602) 542-4331
Toll Free 1-(800) 253-0883
Fax (602) 542-1381
Practical men and women do not stand up against injustice. The practical remain silent. A voice, even one voice, which speaks the truth and denounces injustice is never useless. It is not impractical. It reminds us of what we should strive to become. It defies moral concession after moral concession that leaves us chanting empty slogans. - Chris Hedges
- Pete Yahnke (justseeds.org).
one final paragraph of advice:
do not burn yourselves out. be as i am – a reluctant enthusiast…a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic.
save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. it is not enough to fight for the land, it is even more important to enjoy it.
while you can.
while it’s still here.
so get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of the yet lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the preious stillness, that lovely, mysterious and awesome space.
enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and i promise you this much:
i promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk bound people with their hearts in a safe-deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk-calculators. i promise you this:
you will outlive the bastards.
- edward abbey
