Cesar Chavez ended his life as he began it, close to those who toil with their hands. In a mechanical age full of plastic and loneliness, he stood against the crowd: unbossed, undoctored and unbought. He kept the faith to the end. We won't find another like him. I will miss him.
I'm beginning to think that the MSM is like a person with obessive compulsive disorder. They need to bring some balance back into our lives.