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Thursday, August 21st, 2003
6:51p - Pauline Hanson, prison bitch
anti-immigration pamphlets: $250

Getting endorsed as a Liberal candidate, but losing that endorsement once the ballots were printed and hence winning a seat under the Liberal flag (but probably having to pay back some sort of deposit)- $960

uber- bright nazi wear from whatever the shop was (that also disendorsed her): $400

elocution lessons (unsuccesful): $58

registering a fascist group as a political party with imaginary member- $25

Going to jail for electoral fraud and meeting all them big mommas she said should have tougher prison sentences?
-priceless


current mood: cheerful
current music: power to the people

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8:20p - Revolutionary Association of the Women of Afghanistan (RAWA)

I’m the woman who has awoken

I’ve arisen and become a tempest through the ashes of my burnt children
I’ve arisen from the rivulets of my brother’s blood
My nation’s wrath has empowered me
My ruined and burnt villages fill me with hatred against the enemy,
I’m the woman who has awoken,
I’ve found my path and will never return.
I’ve opened closed doors of ignorance
I’ve said farewell to all golden bracelets
Oh compatriot, I’m not what I was
I’m the woman who has awoken
I’ve found my path and will never return.
I’ve seen barefoot, wandering and homeless children
I’ve seen henna-handed brides with mourning clothes
I’ve seen giant walls of the prisons swallow freedom in their ravenous stomach
I’ve been reborn amidst epics of resistance and courage
I’ve learned the song of freedom in the last breaths, in the waves of blood and in victory
Oh compatriot, Oh brother, no longer regard me as weak and incapable
With all my strength I’m with you on the path of my land’s liberation.
My voice has mingled with thousands of arisen women
My fists are clenched with the fists of thousands compatriots
Along with you I’ve stepped up to the path of my nation,
To break all these sufferings all these fetters of slavery,
Oh compatriot, Oh brother, I’m not what I was
I’m the woman who has awoken
I’ve found my path and will never return.

(poem written by Meena, founder of the organisation and leading advocate of women's rights in Afghanistan. She was assassinated in 1977 as a threat to the current Government)

Go and read the stories of the women of Afghanistan.

Discover just how much the invasion of Afghanistan by the US has solved none of the issues surrounding women's rights in Afghanistan.

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I'm sad, and angry, and I just wish there were something I could do.
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"Nobody need wait a single moment, before starting to improve the world"- Anne Frank


current mood: sad

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