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980723.txt
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A few months ago I watched movie footage of indigenous
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Mayan people being relocated by military and paramilitary
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forces in much the same way Navajo and Hopi people had been
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abused in the 1940's, 70's and late 90's.
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From that day until last weekend I've been wondering
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"what besides uranium 238 ("entonces" plutonium 239) could
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be under that land???"
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I've been asking everyone I've encountered who might know
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if there could possibly be uranium in Chiapas. No one seems
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to know.
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And then it happened last Saturday that a Mayan man gave
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a lecture in Madison, Wisconsin describing all the resources
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under the indigenous people in Chiapas.
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O N E O F T H E
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T O P 3 W A S
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U R A N I U M ! ! !
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Perhaps there is enough in the three "veins" he described to repay
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the debt to the US Government? Perhaps that is the real reason NAFTA was
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passed? Perhaps the Mayan people should be some of the richest humans on
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this earth instead of the most abused, hungry, poor and tired...
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\this has been an opinion of the prime anarchist\
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\this has been an opinion of the prime anarchist\
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\this has been an opinion of the prime anarchist\
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\this has been an opinion of the prime anarchist\
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a couple poems
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by the Prime Anarchist
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"because when there's nothing
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else left, metaphor is k00l."
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TARA
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Tara you played fair
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And that's just not fair.
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After my heart Tara,
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You know there's no more there.
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7 card no peek; and I did.
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Checkin' her out on a quarter bid.
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She took me for 75,
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A friendship bracelet;
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And my ackey brakey heart.
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I'm seein her once more
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And she's callin out my name.
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She took my heart
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Pray she don't ask for a diamond.
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In this game they call hearts
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Tara, what a way to start.
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Methinks I like gofish better.
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TALVEZ ALGUNDIA
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Someday my hands might die before me.
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When if then,
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Please surround me with guitarists
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That my muse can live longer.
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If it is my feet first,
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Please to have dancers come constantly.
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Mostly girls
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So my heart can live longer.
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