Well, it’s picture time. But first, a call to political action, albeit some really lame political action.
As you know, really nasty stuff is going on right now over in Sudan. Genocide, pure and simple. So far, the USA ain’t doing too much about it. I haven’t heard the President make any speeches about butchery in Sudan, as he did in regard to Iraq. If that unsettles you, there’s probably a lot you can do to get involved. But if you’re like me, too burnt out and tired to get involved, then at least you can send out a couple of e-mails to your federal officials. I did that, for what little good it might do.
Actually, it’s quite easy. For your Senators, find their sites at www.senate.gov As to your Congressman, find him or her at www.house.gov And as to the Big W, he’s at president@whitehouse.gov If you’re really at a loss for words, here’s what I wrote:
Dear [Congressman XXXX] [Senator XXXX] [President Bush],
I’d like to inform you [and my other Congressional representatives] of my attention and concern regarding genocide in Sudan. I support American action to rally world opinion, enforce international treaties and conventions regarding genocide, provide aid to Chad to assist the refugees, and to provide military support to an international intervention effort to end the activities of the Janjaweed militia. I hope that our nation will not turn its back as it did 10 years ago with regard to genocide in Rwanda.
Thank you.
OK, as to the picture . . . it was taken from the parking lot of the former Prentice-Hall Info Services office in Paramus, where I worked many years ago. All you see are some bare trees. Bare trees usually don’t make much of a picture. But with the early morning sun and the late autumn fog, it seemed interesting enough. Also, I was in love at the time. And as you probably know, when you’re in love you like to do creative things like take pictures of trees in the fog at dawn.
Did things work out, you ask? Well, we eventually got married, but a few years later we went our own ways and got divorced. Guess she became bored with a guy who won’t do anything more than write an e-mail to stop genocide. (Actually, we didn’t have e-mail back then!) Such is life, and death. But hey, at least I’ve still got the picture.
