YM to DC: Intro to N-Sub Ulysses

Relaying a message from the north: Propagandhi - "Middle Finger Response"

Over Memorial Day Weekend, I returned to the scene of the crime of the century with my parents who carried me in womb to a 1970 Vietnam War protest. Unlike then, my mother was not advised by a policeman that she should leave the area for the safety of her two young sons and obvious unborn. On this day, National Park security officers were positioned on bicycles and discussing their favorite smoothie spots. I came looking for the YellowCakeWalkers but found only a handful of career protestors (like Nuclear Proliferation Connie who's been there since 1981), a school group and other tourists.

Where's the outrage, people?? Are we all so fat, cushy and desensitized that unless someone sticks a gun in our face (or steals our buttered pastries) that we can't muster anything more than suspicious voter turnout, cocktail party talk dissension and Tivoing the Daily Show? Well fuck all, you middle-class slobs - ha, trite the power! - you have to get out and actually do something if you really want things to change. May I suggest volunteering over profiteering, organization of the masses over mass media consumption, donating over intoxicating, attending rallies over readings? I know, it's too much to ask for, given our daily routine of making a buck and then passing it.

But before Al Gore started his recent Assault on Reason (first stop, 92Y) YM was all over our country's obsession of Anna Nicole Smith and other tv-generated, blog-regurgitated pop culture signs of moral decay. I don't mean "Bible morals" - I'm talking about common sense, "caring about your fellow human" type of morals. Go here, here, here and here to see what I'm talking about. Gore should do better than YM, he's more popular after all.

Oh, we had some fun in DC too! Here's me and dad at the Smithsonian National Portrait Gallery/American Art Museum standing behind some Saul Steinberg masks. Go check it out.