"With regard to the violence and power of drug trafficking, he asserted:"

...[T]hese provide 'another facade' which affects the northern states more than anything, where the central focus is on security, and not on the situation of poverty that exists.

'The conflicts between drug traffickers, or between drug traffickers and security forces, or between drug traffickers and politicians, are overstated, because we know that the politicians are in league with some of the drug cartels.

Meanwhile, the fundamental is forgotten; for example, what is happening in Playa Bagdad, Nuevo Laredo or Reynosa, to mention Tamaulipas. These places only make it into the news when there are clashes between groups of criminals, while what is happening to the people who are working and struggling is forgotten."

—Subcommander Marcos: revolution or civil war

I don't care how comfortable I ever become. I will never rest in complete comfort knowing that there is such a grinding, endless war against the poor by all the rich, powerful, utterly hypocritical and heartless rulers of this world. I know that.

I do not know if it will be in my lifetime. But I am a big enough dreamer (and doer) to know in my bones that this imbalance cannot last forever, no matter how deep its roots in the bank systems, the pockets of the politicians, or our minds. One day this terrible out-of-kilter machine will meet its limit. And on that long-due day, the poor, the oppressed, the forgotten—the meek, as some say—will rise up and step over the stinking, wasted carcass of such primitive, bloodthirsty and greed-driven rule with hardly a look back.

Meanwhile, stay well rested. Stay active. Stay strong.