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Winter '05-'06 Issue 36

Bumping into People & Social Taboos
by Heidi Beierle

Cancer Patients & Bodywork Therapies
by Alicia Swaringen

Super Size Orgasms?
by Marnia Robinson

Heavy Metal: Mercury in the Mouth and the Coming Crisis
by Russ Tanner

Medical Marijuana
Update on Senate Bill 1085

by Stormy Ray

Physicians’ Perspective:
Medical Marijuana Act Amended for 2006: First Impressions

by Dr. Rick Bayer, MD

Getting a New Perspective on Money
by Steven Sashen

Ugly Money and Its Solution
by Harry Lonsdale

Common Sense, Again
Poem by William Benz

America’s Weapons
Wounding the World

by Brian Bogart

Opening Up Hearts Minds One More Time
by Shannon Floyd

The Noyes Factor
Public Enema Number Two

by Brock Noyes

Winter Theories on Parental Units
by Asia Kindred Moore

We’ve Been Living in a Dream World
by Jean-Claude Koven

Life Advice
from Catherine Ingram

Common Sense, Again?

by William P. Benz

This poem is dedicated to those who lost their lives
In both terrorist attacks on 9/11.
The one in New York, 2001,
And the other one in Chile, 1973.
Connect the dots.

“The least fracture now will be like a name engraved with the point of a pin on the tender rind of a young oak;
the wound would enlarge with the tree, and posterity read in it full grown characters.”

–Common Sense, Thomas Paine, 1776

Well, it’s been a while,
or has it?
That’s what I always wonder
when time has passed.
We’ve come to live in an age
where it’s difficult to even try and say
what is happening now,
let alone, what has occurred.

It’s a shame so few fathom the reasons why.

Of course, it’s hard to really cast any blame
as we all have so little time,
by design.

Remember when Geeks were ridiculed
for being glued to their computer screens?

Apparently, they got the last laugh,
as we all now wander around
with cell phones glued to our irradiated ears.

To add insult to injury, these little geeky screens
are now demanding every waking moment left.

In beaming non-stop, the banal, the trivial, the bizarre.

As I don’t have one,
I often get suspicious looks from those who do.
They seem annoyed,
as if I’m intruding with my unoccupied gaze–
A voyeur, no doubt!

“Don’t you have calls to make?
Pictures to take?
Videos to watch?”
Music to pipe into your ears?”

“Pervert! Why don’t you attend
to your own podcasts and stop leering into ours.”

I try not to stare back with looks of disappointment–
It’s not like I’m feeling rejected,
I merely wonder who’s left minding the store?
Who’s left to notice the avalanche of lies
that’s befallen this great continent, called America?

I hope we’re not all just waiting for the next election
to make it all better.

As a Nation, we didn’t seem to mind forgoing the last two,
so why would those in power go out of their way
to give us another?

“One, if by Land, Two, if by Sea!
Three, if I wait–what will become of me?”

What are you waiting for?


“It is the good fortune of many to live distant from the scene of present sorrow; the evil is not sufficiently brought to their doors
to make them feel the precariousness with which all American property is possessed.”

–Common Sense, Thomas Paine, 1776

William Benz can be found selling mushrooms and speaking extemporaneously on world affairs at the Farmers Market at PSU in Portland.
©2005. William Benz / All Rights Reserved

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