may day.

as i was driving home this afternoon, i was listening to NPR. all things considered. a pretty normal monday afternoon scenario. i started thinking about may day for some reason. may day, the british bank holiday…pretty little girls weaving pretty little ribbons around tall poles in acts of pretty useless prettiness. but then there’s also may day, the cry for help. the voice on the other end of the radio…the one coming from the end of the line where the plane is crashing or the ship is sinking.

the pieces that i listened to were mostly about the demonstrations that happened today in favor of various types of immigration reform — there were the latino immigrants who favor opening the borders, legalizing those who are already here illegally…a big rah-rah fest about the contributions that illegal immigrants make to US society. there were also the counter protestors. the ones who think that we should police our borders and deport the illegals and sit up in the closet with a flashlight late at night.