The title of this post is from the song "Volunteers" by Jefferson Airplane, and though it was written in the '60s, I think nothing is more appropriate to the way I feel today.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes early this morning, wondering if I had slept at all, and if I had, was I dreaming?
After living through 8 years of bloopers, blunders and practical jokes-which i guess is a nice way of saying ignorance, hate, war-mongering, imperialism, profiteering, deceit, closed government, secrecy and violations of human and privacy rights shrouded by the buzzwords "national security"-I feel rejuvenated.
