The Motorcycle Diaries is probably one of the most touching films i've seen in a while. It is the story of the voyage that changed Ernesto "Che" Guevara's life forever. It made me think.
So many people working to stay alive, while the people they work under reap all the wealth and riches. It doesn't make sense that even here in the US that the wealth distribution is to a point of grave injustice. Everyday people go in to work hoping that one day they will get ahead in the game and just be even with the race, but every hour they put in for a minimal wage only makes the rich that much richer. There's got to be a better way.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
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~sniff~
i am one of those poor people.
but someday, i will run away into the wild and live like the indians.
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