My Father Had Very Little Formal Education.

Our Apologies, Good Friends, For The Fracture Of Good Order, The Burning Of Paper Instead Of Children. How Many Must Die Before Our Voices Are Heard, How Many Must Be Tortured, Dislocated, Starved, Maddened? When, At What Point, Will You Say No To This War?

Instead Of Building The Peace By Attacking Injustices Like Starvation, Disease, Illiteracy, Political And Economic Servitude, We Spend A Trillion Dollars On War Since 1946, Until Hatred And Conflict Have Become The International Preoccupation.

But How Shall We Educate Men To Goodness, To A Sense Of One Another, To A Love Of Truth? And More Urgently, How Shall We Do This In A Bad Time?

Faith Is Rarely Where Your Head Is At. Nor Is It Where Your Heart Is At. Faith Is Where Your Ass Is At!

The Sponsors Of War Closely Resemble The Weapons They Create. And Smart Bombs, Depleted Uranium, Land Mines, Rockets And Tanks, Rather Than Protect 'widows And Orphans And Strangers At The Gate', Are Designed Precisely To Create 'widows And Orphans', To Transform Strangers Into Enemies And Enemies Into Corpses.