I suppose this can be characterized as political, religious, or however someone would like to charcterize it. This is about being human.  I want to ask the three oil companies that hit the Fortune 500:  Where is God?

People are hungry, confused, in pain.  Their hunger and pain has bred anger in the most desperate of places.  Do you really believe that because it's not you it doesn't matter?  Your God may be any one of many - even the god called compassion.  If we ignore what's right, we lose our souls, our humanity.  Do any of us really want to, erroneously, paint it good when reality shows another image that is darker than the deepest night.  Animals are better when they kill the weaker to survive, filling their needs before stepping back from the kill.

This sounds too philosophical.  What I'm talking about is newspaper accounts of hungry, desperate people - children, parents - people who only want to work, rest, eat, avoid suffering.  No, it's not just newspaper accounts I'm talking about.  Besides the newspaper accounts coming from the journalists flying in, there's a reality on the ground.  That reality is misery, a reflection of greed.

As the new boss in my country gets ready to hand over 300 billion in subsidies to a handful of mostly wealthy folk, I'm reminded that there is a devil.  It's found in unnecessary pain and suffering.  It's found in greed and the abuse of power.  It's found, to some extent, in all of us, but is worst in the manifestation of misery.

Wall Street is rapidly losing her soul, along with 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Congress, the courts.  We've risen above it before and can do it again.  This time it's more critical because much of the best land we could fall back on has been developed.  Many of the resources are gone.  And we must never forget those who don't have any resources.

Who is the criminal?  Is it the person who steals to eat, or those who profit from the efforts or those they hire at 430 times the wage of a common worker?  Good people must stand as the oak before a hurricane, resisting the darkness that threatens to enshroud the beauty that belongs to all of us.  Perhaps I'm not one of you, but I try.  Those who drop depleted uranium on children, and let them go hungry while their portfolios swell, must try as well.  Only then can we realize the dream