Last week I donated to Barack Obama's campaign because I want to win that dinner with him. I think I should give him a chance to explain himself and apparently I have to pay to have that happen since when he's left to his own devices, he only says things that make me want to vote against him.
I've also donated to Hillary's campaign. I think I did that around the time she took out a loan or something to keep going. Whatever. The marketing worked and I sent her ten bucks.
To atone for those pro-establishment actions, which in the long run only add more blood to my already stained hands, I have since given to the truly awesome, truly hopeful, truly life-changing Smile Train.
I sent money to Mike Waltner, whom I know personally to be a good, smart and honest person, who is actually progressive, who endorses the Responsible Plan to End the War in Iraq and who is running for the chance to unseat Republican rubber stamp, Phil English in PA-03. (Give today before midnight to beat the end-of-quarter deadline.)
I sent money to Arthur Silber because I subscribe to the goddamned NYT.
I sent money to the AFSC's campaign to aid Iraqi refugees.
In a few minutes, I'm going to the Hunger Site to buy a birthday present for a friend of mine who believes that people don't have to be hungry and, toward that end, that the US economy should be rooted in peace, not war.
Now, when I say "money," I'm talking about fifteen bucks, tops. But it helps me sleep at night.