...is the dance of life.
Not too much dancing here in Bubble-shocked America, land of dwindling real incomes, the smoking rubble of home equity values, 42 million people surviving on foodstamps, a de-industrialized wasteland overrun by the howling Chimera of Wall Street. America is suffering through its Years of Lead, its Gorbachevian ideals rusting into Yeltsinian decrepitude, bankrupted by failed colonial wars which keep redefining the meaning of colossal, abysmal, crashing-through-ever-deeper-pits-of-Hell failure.
But hope glimmers on the horizon: the people of Venezuela voted overwhelmingly for a better future -- a future without war, Empire, domination and ecological ruin.
In the distant past, the Thatcherites -- an embryonic species of Chimera, not fully extruded from their neo-national shells, but savvy enough to conceal the reality of regressive plunder with the veneer of progress -- used to argue smugly, "there is no alternative".
No, there is no alternative -- there is only resistance.
