On a rainy, cold Sunday afternoon in Williamsburg, strangers trundled down a staircase to the Sandbox's very comfortable basement, and ate mint jelly candies and unsalted popcorn while sitting patiently through technical difficulties. It was worth it. Because for a couple of hours we all felt hope for our country.
Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God. Blessed are you who are hungry now, for you will be filled.
Blessed are you when people hate you, and when they exclude you, revile you, and defame you on account of the Son of Man.
But woe to you who are rich, for you have received your consolation. Woe to you who are full now, for you will be hungry. Woe to you who are laughing now, for you will mourn and weep.
Capitalism: A Love Story
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CO - Funnily enough I saw 'capitalism' last sunday morning . . .
Well, the usual emotions I have about Michael Moore - refreshing, funny, and a wish he'd ditch the stunts and take it a little further. A reminder, though, of just how far right we've gone.
I watched 'Roger and Me' a couple of weeks ago. I hadn't seen it in years and I was reminded of how refreshing it seemed when it first came out. Little did we think, that process would get worse, much worse, and not better . . .
T.
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