I didn’t know I would feel so hopeless following Obama’s campaign of hope. Washington politics is broken and it's evident by the imminent failure of this healthcare bill. What is real anymore? Everything else seems so material but the confines of my mind. I see all of the injustices going on in the world- the genocides, the rapes, the hungers, the wars, the food shortages, the natural disasters, the water crisis, even the cosmological battle that is going in our subconcious mind- and I know deep inside I have what it takes to make a difference. Yet I've never felt so hopeless. I know it will all be ok when the dust settles, but in the meantime I have to put up with turning on the TV and watching these dbags (excuse the french) comment for the sake of commenting, talking for the sake of profit, advocating for the sake of lobbying. The problems of the world all seem to have a simple solution as I go about my days- love. Being an “illegal” has become the scarlet letter our society uses to sodomize and marginalize the poorest and neediest individuals in our society, people with broken wings and beaten to death with xenophobic rhetoric. Ghosts. Mimes. Immigrants and foreigners have always been looked as a negative geographical phenomenon in society. They are an excellent source of cheap labor which doesn’t make much noise. Devoid of legal protection, plagued by fear, traumatized by their unique experiences. Someday, our dream of becoming part of this nation will be fulfilled. Religious and business leaders are already calling illegal immigration the new civil rights movement. Except it’s anything but a movement. We are broken. Unorganized. The Church has been the sole organizer in marches and protests- an ironic symbol of our bastardized culture and neglect from society. I may sound very melancholic and yes, the tone of this is very emo. But just thought I'd write my two cents on one of the few places that I feel safe doing so. Even if we are all just wasting our time here waiting, wishing, hoping.