Millions of Americans oppose SOPA and PIPA

End Piracy, Not Liberty

Millions of Americans oppose SOPA and PIPA because these bills would censor the Internet and slow economic growth in the U.S.

From Google:

Two bills before Congress, known as the Protect IP Act (PIPA) in the Senate and the Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA) in the House, would censor the Web and impose harmful regulations on American business.  Millions of Internet users and entrepreneurs already oppose SOPA and PIPA.

The Senate will begin voting on January 24th.  Please let them know how you feel. Sign this petition urging Congress to vote NO on PIPA and SOPA before it is too late.

Tell Congress: Don’t censor the Web!

Fighting online piracy is important.  The most effective way to shut down pirate websites is through targeted legislation that cuts off their funding.  There’s no need to make American social networks, blogs and search engines censor the Internet or undermine the existing laws that have enabled the Web to thrive, creating millions of U.S. jobs.

Too much is at stake – please vote NO on PIPA and SOPA.

GO HERE TO VOTE!

HOW SOPA WOULD AFFECT YOU

Our reactions to SOPA

Can you imagine?  We will be writing of Hansel and Gretel and comments will contain  recipe ideas.  Anyone for a Girl-scout Mint Cookie!  Fun’s over, see ya after Jan 24th 2012 maybe.

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Update:  SOPA

Generation Now

WE WON

Jan 20th 2012

The largest online protest in history has changed the minds of Congress, convincing them that it was, in fact, a good idea to protect and nurture free speech. The blackouts of various webpages caught the attention of hundreds of millions of people all around the world, an unprecedented amount, and woke the attention of just the right people.

Congratulations, Internet. We won this round, but don’t let it get to our heads. There are going to be more battles in the coming months. None of these bills are completely abandoned, they’re just put to the side for now, ready to be brought back to the table at some point in the future. In fact, Chris Dodd has said – and I paraphrase – that one of the big problems that PIPA and SOPA had was that it took too long for them to be worked out. Apparently, it would have been far better to just shove them down our throats before we had time to gather public support against them.

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Confession of consumerism- Is there a cure?

Jane Brunette

Once again I would like to introduce Jane Brunette.  Who has touched upon this subject that suggest an old diet, live in harmony with Mother Earth.  Can you live with less?

Confessions of a recovering consumer

BY JANE BRUNETTE, ON JANUARY 17TH, 2012

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LATELY I’VE FOUND MYSELF nursing a deep well of grief as I daily witness how both people and the planet suffer from rampant materialism.  Since I’ve settled into a lifestyle that includes little in the way of accumulation, I can feel in my gut how unnecessary this suffering is, but something has silenced me from talking about it.  I’ve decided to risk sounding preachy, rather than let this grief stay stuck in my throat.

In the last years, I’ve been slowly removing myself from the vice-grip of consumerism — not as an idea, but as a lifeway. I gave away most of what I owned, and have lived simply in parts of the world that aren’t completely under the boot of consumer culture.  As a new orientation to life emerges in me, it has become clear that using less isn’t a punishment.  It isn’t a loss. In fact, I feel richer and more creative than ever.  My conditioned consumerism told me that I would feel deprived, but now I see this is only an illusion of the trance that I had been under since watching my first TV commercials during Saturday morning cartoons.  It’s strange I never noticed before: any sense of abundance based on personal accumulation makes me hungry.  My sense of abundance comes from a far deeper place now that I’ve left the gilded cage of the American trance for the wild forests of the soul.

I have been staying for nearly six months in a small adobe cabana in the Andes mountains, just outside of a village in Southern Ecuador.  The walls of my cabin are made from a clay that comes from this mountain.  I eat food grown locally by small farmers, eat bread baked in my neighbor’s oven, drink clean water that comes from the river thrumming over boulders in the valley below, and other than my use of internet and laptop, enjoy a lifestyle surrounded by forest, animals and neighbors, pretty much the same as people here have lived for centuries.  For the first time, I am living in a way that makes sense to my soul — a way of life that would be illegal in my home country, too simple to meet the building codes and health regulations in the United States.

Whenever I read a discussion on lifestyle changes that might help the environment, I notice how often people refer to the option of “returning to the way our ancestors lived” as some kind of curse.  All I can say is, they must have never tried it. My ancestors came from forests and villages in France and Germany, and tribal lands in North America.  I’ve largely lived a “modern” life in urban or semi-urban areas. Now, I have gotten a small, lived taste of their way of life, and have found a lot to recommend it.  Of course, I’m not suggesting this level of simplicity for everyone — we all need to find our own balance.  Before the internet, I don’t think I could have lived this way, as it would have felt too isolated from the stimulating world of ideas and cultural exchange that until recently, was largely reserved for urban people.  No doubt, in the past, some of our best ideas have come from urban environments, but let’s be honest: so have our worst, and I’m beginning to understand why.

Now that I spend the bulk of my time in wild places, when I go into urban areas, I notice that human culture feels too big there; it takes up too much psychic space, out of proportion to the truth of how things really exist.  Human culture is only a tiny part of a vast and complex ecosystem, consciousness and universe, and a modern urban life dominated by the human mind can easily distort our thinking.  If we are always in an environment where nature is confined to potted plants and carefully pruned, decorative trees, we lose the sense of perspective that comes from living closer to the elements, closer to the awe of the wild.  Given the current imbalance in the planetary ecosystem, it feels downright dangerous to have many of the influential decision-makers confining themselves largely to purely human habitats, and when the general population does the same, there is no one left to notice that something is amiss.  Maybe that’s why people have such trouble resolving the contradictions between their values and their conditioning, and caring for the natural world is often reduced to buying eco-chic clothing and putting the waste from excessive consumption into the recycling.

My reflections on this topic were recently ignited by an essay of deep emotional honesty in Orion magazine called “Confessions of a Recovering Environmentalist,” by Paul Kingsnorth.  The essay was long and thorough – not typical in our soundbite culture – and spoke eloquently of the author’s underlying despair over the current trajectory of environmental destruction, and how environmentalism has been distorted by a consumer-focussed pragmatism.  He named so much of what had been underground for me that I cried with relief as I read it.  By the end of the essay, he revealed that he had given up all hope that we as humans were big enough to solve this on our own and left for the wilderness: to walk, contemplate, and love what was still there.  Reading that ending, I felt such promise. It seems to me he took the most radical step possible: he let go of his mind’s human agendas and opened his heart to the wisdom of the wild.

His move reminded me of an exchange I witnessed years ago between a young environmental activist and the Buddhist teacher, Cealo.  The activist told him that she was feeling despair, sure we wouldn’t be able to save the earth.  Cealo replied, “You don’t have to save the earth. You just have to love it. When you love something, you take care of it.”

I often reflect on Cealo’s words, so I was surprised to find myself going numb as I settled into living in this particular forest, getting to know these particular trees.  It took me a while to figure out why: I was afraid to love the trees as much as I do — afraid it would split me open, turn my mouth into a wound.  We lose forests and forests, on top of those already lost, and if I let myself feel that love, how deep and vast and tender is my love for trees, then I will let out a wail so piercing that the agony will puncture the river valley and every heart in it.  I think I’m starting to get that these times require a warrior-level commitment to life, strong enough to risk the wail and let that love be felt, even as I look through the trees toward the deforested mountainside and remember that I am living in the lucky little survivor forest, somehow spared.

In a larger sense, this forest is already gone, and now that I have taken a step toward that warrior commitment to life, every day I spend here is full of a heartbroken appreciation that at least for today, the forest is still here, teaching me — the way it did one day when I was feeling particularly dark, not liking what I was reading in the news.  I was seeing the world as broken, the confusion too deep and stuck. Then I went outside and saw perched on a leaf a butterfly with a torn wing. It looked as though the wing had been bitten and the butterfly had escaped. I had never seen a wounded butterfly before. They had always represented successful transformation, enlightenment, a caterpillar’s fairy-tale ending. At first I felt sad, as it seemed to confirm my judgment on the state of the world, but then the butterfly fluttered its wings and took flight, unfazed by the broken wing.

As the mythologist Michael Meade put it, “The world renews itself all the time in the secrecy of forests, but also in the hearts of those who commit fully to life.”

Floyd Red Crow Westerman Speaks of this

Floyd “Red Crow” Westerman died in Dec 13th of 2007 .  The actor or musician was a leading figure in the American Indian Movement for 40 years.  His most famous role was “Chief Ten Bears” in Dances with Wolves.

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