Silly Thinking

SInce September 11th, or more to the point, since October 7th, 2001 and the bombing of Afghanistan, I've been involved with what I tend to call "the movement." The Twin Towers falling, the Anthrax scare, the indiscriminate bombing of a starving country while the terrorist culprits scrammed, all of it moved me to act. I wanted to act in concert with others to expose the lies, and to eventually build something better than the corporate doomsday world I'd found myself in.

But here's what happened. I found out that the movement wasn't really there. It seemed to be there, I could watch it on television, or read about it in various magazines, but in my real life all I could find was a nonprofit organization called PPRC.



This organization had an interesting beginning, and through my involvement with the organization I learned both about how difficult it is to build an open and democratic organization, and that there are some seemingly built-in constraints muzzling most peace groups.

Primarily, however, the story of my involvement with PPRC is a story of burnout, alienation, and a growing sense of hopelessness. Still if I am going to find a way out of this abyss this story is one that I have to write. A story I have to examine, come to terms with, and eventually transcend.

So, I'm back at Silly Thinking. Most of the week will still be in the capable hands of Jim Farris, but every Wednesday I'll be posting bits of this story.

But don't worry, it won't all be dry analysis and sanctimonious posturing. This story has everything you could want. Including:

Moments of Drunken Stupidity
Karaoke Parties
Radio Shout Downs
Stripping
and all the Pretzels you can Eat!!!

Look forward to

The Story of Douglas Lain and PPRC

Every Wednesday right here at:

Silly Thinking with Douglas Lain