TIMBRE WOLF — peace minstrel moves from Tulsa to Hawaii [you can do that?]

Timbre Wolf in Washington, D.C.

"I write a lot of angry songs."

Timbre Wolf in Hawaii

He was a music composition
major at the University of Oklahoma,
and used to be in a band called
"The People's Glorious Five-Year Plan."

Timbre Wolf on stage

In junior high I campaigned for McGovern.
I've played at lots of protests,
lots of Catholic and Protestant
liberation theology type events,
gay rights, green events, etc.

Update from Wolf:

We ended up snagging a project house down in "hippy town" a.k.a. Pahoa. We will be out at the end of a road so it should be nice and quite. High Speed Internet!!! Lots of work in exchange for up to 6 months of rent. All new - just nothing in it yet (no bathroom, no kitchen, no windows - although there are wooden frames for them) so not bad at all since I can get it roughed in a couple of weeks.

Next month? Get the frickin' car fixed! Head gasket leak produces fudge in our radiator. Blah. BUT it's waterproof with all of the bondo and paint on the roof now. I promise I'll send pics.

Regarding the question about how many kinds of bananas there are here: A LOT. Even the mainstream supermarkets carry 3 or 4 kinds and I've heard about countless others. Did you know that there is an ornamental banana? I didn't. Very small fruit with a pretty purple (giant) flower.




Timbre Wolf is a big man, with long, graying hair.

He was a music composition major at the University of Oklahoma, and used to be in a band called "The People's Glorious Five-Year Plan."

His favorite job was . . . well, he's actually never been able to keep one for more than nine months. It seems that there is something very threatening about him — especially to co-dependent personalities and would-be cult leaders. He had his driver's license suspended once, rather recently in fact. He has a hard time jumping through bureaucratic hoops — even if it's just to pay a traffic fine.

In short: He's a model citizen.

He ran for President under the Constant Party. He received an unknowable number of votes and wants a recount.

He recently moved from Tulsa, Oklahoma to Pahoa, Hawaii, along with Darrow (his life partner).


"Peace House Tulsa is hosting a "coffee house" every Saturday night at 7:30pm, November 11, they will be host to Timbre' Wolf — musician, activist, and presidential candidate (with a twist and salt).

You can look forward to hearing "Mother's Lament" (for Lamea Hassan and Cindy Sheehan), (I wanna win the) "Nobel Peace Prize" (NOW!), "Arm & Legs" (Arms of War), and all of the fun stuff too —"She's So Groovy," "Fair Enough" & "Pretty Girl." Come and enjoy an entire evening of some of T-towns best entertainment and political discourse."

More about Timbre Wolf:

American DREAM Interview

NAD: Timbre, hello. Thank you for taking time for this.


Thank YOU for taking the time Mike. And thanks for your dedication to the website American Dream. Maybe we can make a difference?

NAD: Can you tell us about yourself, please?

First I think that I'm probably best defined as an artist.

I never read James Joyce's book, "Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man" — or I should confess that I didn't read very much of it but I remember thinking that he was sort of describing me.

I remember playing little league baseball for example.

I was enthralled by the feel of the wooden bat, the smell of the leather, the strange feeling that ran through your arms as you hit the ball — all that kind of stuff.

I was terrible.

I was so distracted, by everything that appealed to my senses, that I just never really understood what I was supposed to be doing.

I was so bad that I only had two "at bats" but I got a hit with one of them.

So I actually retired my baseball glove with a batting average of .500. How many people can say that? I should note, here, that I always get the most points in golf, too, and that I came in third place in a 10k run . . . there were only three entrants in my age group — so artist it is, and definitely not athlete (by virtue of incompetence and not a lack of trying).

I've always had a good ear. I was selected for an elite boy's choir when I was in 4th grade.

When I was in Junior High something odd happened. I picked a rock fight with my brother and he SMASHED my left eye — he certainly won the rock fight.

But the incident put me on my back, in the hospital, for over a month — bandages covering my eyes the entire time. I learned to pay attention to sound.

By the end of my hospital stay I knew who was walking into the room by the sound of their footsteps. Besides heightening my sense of hearing, that experience also kept me out of contact sports from then on — by Doctor's orders.

Aside from being an artist, of sorts, it seems that I was also born with the strangest of all archetypal qualities. I actually had a Bishop in the Episcopal Church tell me, "You look more like Jesus every time I see you."

Now . . . what in the hell are you going to do with that?

On another occasion I encountered a checker who was bemoaning her very existence. It seems that this was only one of three jobs that she had — and all so that her kids could all have cell phones and trendy clothes.

I quoted the Gospel of Thomas saying, "Jesus said, 'Do not do that which you hate.'"

She got real quiet. I grabbed my grocery bags and said my good-by. As I neared the door I heard something behind me and turned to see her running towards me. She grabbed me, thanked me for "saving" her and hugged me.

Fortunately I did have a friend who witnessed this event with me, otherwise I would never have told you about it. I can only suppose that she just needed to know that she had made a choice and that she could change that choice if she wanted to. I doubt very much if she changed anything but I guess she felt liberated by the "Gnosis."

On one occasion a Pentecostal woman was praying for me and she said, "I have a message from the Lord for you." Well, heck, I'm always game to hear from the Big G.

"What is it?" I asked. She answered, "You are The Chosen One."

You can't make this shit up. And of course I always wonder whether "The Chosen One" would use the word "shit." I guess that if it's a good enough word for the Priest Martin Luther to use then it's good enough for me.

Maybe there should be a new game: What's My Archetype? or Who wants to Be a Savior? I have to side with Dylan when he sang, "It ain't me babe, no, no, no. It ain't me you're lookin' for."

I promise I'll stop after one more story. In 1991 I built my own pole house on sixty-two acres of Oklahoma prairie.

Let me offer you some advice: Never build a two story structure.

And let me make this observation: Carpenters (which I did not use) are well worth every penny you pay them. And occasionally when someone says, "I built my own house," they do not mean that they picked out the colors of carpet and paint. I built my own pole house.

Something interesting happened during my decade in the wilderness. I was given a dream wherein I was told to go to a specific place. The place, itself, was irrelevant but the outcome was not.

I ended up, quite "accidentally," at a Native American Sweat Lodge.

Remember that this was deep in "Indian" country. The story is more interesting than there is time to relay, but suffice it to say that I was invited into that community and I spent three years participating in sweats, pow-wows, and meetings. It was a transformational experience.

But enough about me. Oh wait, you're interviewing me. DOH!

Musician, author, day job?

I am a reluctant musician.

I have a very good ear but my playing technique has never been my . . . dare I say "forte?"

Basically I'm a frustrated electric guitar player. I don't play electric. I had one once and I realized that there were just too many possibilities. So I play an acoustic guitar and beat the hell out of it, so that I almost get an electric guitar sound from it.

It involves a lot of right hand muting, slapping the pick so hard on the top that it leaves scars (don't let me play your Martin fellows), and heavy strings. There's just no other way to get the sound I want or the funky rhythms that my music requires.

I used to play piano, clarinet and sax. In fact I got a full ride as a clarinetist at Tulsa University. I couldn't hang with that though. I wanted to write music, so I switched schools and studied with a student of Aaron Copeland named Michael Hennigan. It took some time, but I finally got a degree in composition.

I write a lot about things political.

I've never made a dime at it, but when you have something to say, and you can write (and now that there is the Internet there is always a forum), you just have to do it.

As far as my day job goes I was granted disability by the Social Security Administration about two years ago. It keeps me from being utterly destitute. Ah the ravages of depression!

What instrument do you play?

Really I'm just an acoustic guitar player these days.

When you're a musician then you understand that particular universal language (sex and slapstick comedy are probably the only other universal languages) — you can pretty much play a tune on just about anything — but I will never be a virtuoso on any instrument.

I think that if I had to claim an "instrument" now days I might say something like "ProTools," or M.I.D.I., or a mixing console.

When I record I just do one take on whatever instrument that I'm playing, or even for a vocal track. This doesn't mean that I'm a "one take wonder" studio musician . . . it just means that I know how to fix my mistakes with the computer.

What bands have you been in?

I've played in lots of bands if you include all of the ensembles I was in during my extended school days.

Orchestras, symphonic bands, jazz bands, and then the jazz, rock, country, and folk bands that I was in on the side.

Other than that I think that my most extensive band project was with People's Glorious Five Year Plan.

I was part of a writing team that was, in a word, incredible. We wrote more songs than we could learn or remember.

Most of them, if they weren't good when we started them, were tweaked and turned into near masterpieces with exceptional arrangements — we just meshed.

I don't know how "original" they were but they were, at the very least, a very good synthesis of what we grew up listening to — I mean, if you emulate the Beatles, for example, and it's really embedded in you, then it's not all that easy to write a bad song.

Are you a "peace" minstrel?

There is a picture of me protesting the public outcry to screw with Iran when Carter was president.

I guess that I've been doing this a long time.

As for "peace minstrel" I'm not quite sure that captures it.

I write a lot of angry songs. I have one that I wrote for George, Jr. called Feyd after Frank Herbert's Dune character.

In the song I tell him to, "grab the Emperor's blade, 'cause I'm gonna take you down."

I've never threatened to kill anyone but I have publicly challenged Junior to a duel.

Does that make me peaceful? Probably not.

I'm no fan of violence but there are times I would love to resort to it.

I'm reminded of a great song by Bruce Cockburn, "If I had a rocket launcher." That's more my speed.

Did you, do you, have hopes of being a full-time musician?

I'm not sure.

I would probably love to do that, but I'm not wild about going on the road all the time and that's pretty much the paradigm — especially now that the record industry is in the tank — you just have to tour, promote, sell, and that's just to have a small and loyal following.

The other dynamic is that I'm probably more aligned with what Wendell Berry calls "a generalist." I'm interested in a lot of things.

Agriculture is one of those things believe it or not. I'm working on getting some livestock together as we speak.

Now that I live in Hawaii I've got some ideas for a partial greenhouse. Here we actually need to keep rain OFF of plants.

On a conceptual level I'm also very interested in something called money.

Keep in mind that, while I don't have any of it, I think that it's a concept that needs my attention.

Maybe that's where this savior thing will come in? [Laughs]

Was that Plan A?

A very good friend and fellow musician, Michael Garrett, once told me that my motto should be, "I've got no plan and I'm stickin' to it." I'm inclined to agree.

What is Plan B?

See Plan A.

Which letter are we on now?

IV. Let's use Roman Numerals instead.

Phillipe Sands, a British Barrister,
says that Bush and Cheney will eventually
be tried by the international community for war crimes.
I certainly hope he's right

NAD: Can you talk about your activism? Your "credits" so to speak, your passions.

Compared to you, or the Berrigans, or even Sheehan, I don't really have any credits in activism.

I've never gone to jail for it. Sometimes I feel like a poser.

In Junior High I campaigned for McGovern. I've played at lots of protests, lots of Catholic and Protestant liberation theology type events, gay rights, green events, etc.

But I never felt that any event that I was ever at would have a greater impact if I went to jail. And lately it seems that one cannot leave the country if you were arrested for peaceful resistance (just ask Col. Ann Wright or Medea Benjamin).

I railed about Son of Bush, even before he was elected, but it didn't do any good.

I wrote Sensenbrenner and demanded an inquiry after the Supreme Court had declared certain Bush antics unconstitutional.

I logged a "color of law" complaint with the FBI, and encouraged all of my friends to do the same, since many of Bush's acts fell into that category.

Never heard back from them.

I petitioned military personnel to uphold their oath to protect the constitution against domestic enemies. I was very passionate about all of that but I really didn't get the kind of results I had hoped for.

Phillipe Sands, a British Barrister, says that Bush and Cheney will eventually be tried by the international community for war crimes. I certainly hope he's right . . .

NAD: Why, how did you run for President?

It was after a period of feeling like I was beating my head against a wall that if occurred to me that protesting or participating in non-violent acts of resistance just weren't working very well.

Now I must admit that Howard Zinn makes a compelling argument about protesting. I think what he was saying is that they will eventually reach "critical mass" and things will change.

Also at the time, that I was pondering the effectiveness of my methods, I was living in a shed behind a house in foreclosure — it was late 2003.

My depression was at it's all-time peak.

It's interesting to note that Wendell Berry once wrote something like, "If people in America are depressed, then perhaps it's because they should be."

So I developed this "visualization art project" called Timbre' Wolf for President.

I even developed some cool merchandise like a sticker that said, "Seal of the Resident of the United States" and "TW08" in which I ripped the "W" sticker design.

I probably gave a half dozen stump speeches at Gypsy and Saffron coffee houses, a CD/record store called Happy Narwhal, and a bar called "Plan 9" and a few protests.

One of them was just following Bush's commencement speech at Oklahoma State University.

I said things like:

"I have no problem with illegal immigrants . . . but as your next president I will demand that they learn to speak our language . . . Lakhota."

"The fundamentalists tell me that gays are going to hell. I say, 'Then why not let them get married and start that here?'"

"George W. Bush is living proof that an Ivy League school can misundereducate."

What I wanted to do was sort of diffuse some misdirected energy and make a few poignant statements. It was hard work. How do you get the point across? Will Rogers, another Oklahoman, was my role model. Who could forget, "I'm not part of any organized political group . . . I'm a Democrat."

NAD: "People's Glorious Five-Year Plan" has to be one of the all-time great band names that nobody has heard about.

Is there a story behind that?

The only credit that I can take for the name is that when my writing partner uttered it I said, "That's it! That's our band's name."

Initially we all thought that it was of Chinese origin, but I did a hit on it and it's part and parcel of the Bolshevik Revolution/Russia.

Ironically, no one seems to know what the "plan" actually was and it seems that the "five year" part was often shortened so that a new "five year plan" could be implemented — although no one seems to be sure about what the new plan was either. . . Then you have the four year US presidential cycle.

The name, People's Glorious Five Year Plan, just messes with everything doesn't it? We referred to our band as "the collective."

You should see people's eyes glaze over when you tell them your band's name.

We played coffee houses primarily but we also played at Tulsa Peace House and for events like Bush's commencement speech (the after party). We were once described as "a cross between Monty Python and the Beatles." It was said of our lyrics that they were "like chocolates full of razor blades."

I will try to include a song I wrote during Regan's term called "Nobel Peace Prize." Maybe you can put it up on your website. The great thing about writing anti-war music is that it never goes out of style. Actually . . . that's pretty fucking disturbing isn't it?

NAD: Why did you move to Hawaii? Is it because it is the Tulsa of the Pacific?

You want the real reason?

I read a Pentagon report in 2004 that stated that North America would very possibly be under ice by 2012.

This ain't exactly an environmental extremist group that issued this, right?

I'm thinking, "Hmm, why is the Pentagon saying this?"

And then the damn thing disappeared right off of the internet. That REALLY got me to thinking.

So then last Winter happened. We had a FEMA level ice storm. In fact there were three different storms that left my back yard untraversable. It was so slick that you literally could not walk.

On top of that we were without electricity for a week.

It just broke me. I thought, "Hey, I can be just as miserable in Hawai'i . . . but I'll never be this cold there."

NAD: What do you do there? Do you play music? The ukulele?

Have you been to the Don Ho Library yet?

I'm laying really low on the music scene stuff. I need a little more privacy to practice.

I won't go into the details.

NAD: Do you surf? What is a mai-tai?

I still surf, although it's just on the web.

I do not know what a mai-tai is. I think it's an ignitable cocktail, but it might be something you smoke?

NAD: How do you look in a grass skirt?

I assume you just lift it up.

NAD: You were part of a small, but vibrant, close peace group in Tulsa. It must have been hard to leave?

In fact that was really probably the toughest part.

A friend of mine bought me a shirt one time that said, "Doesn't play well with others" and it had that cool ancient Kokopelli graphic of the dancing musicians.

That said I was never as involved as I should have been. I have family there, too. I can't say that I have regrets about leaving Tulsa, but I will certainly miss my many friends there.

NAD What's there to do in Hawaii, really?

Not freeze primarily.

NAD: It's perfect, right? What fun is perfect?

What it lacks in interest it makes up for in hot ponds and orchids.

And, well, if it was truly perfect I wouldn't have to harass the military for using depleted uranium here, or worry that the next lava flow could come my way, or deal with the reality of 200 inches of rain every year.

A friend from Oklahoma pointed out that 200 inches is sixteen and a half feet of rain.

NAD: What was it like trying to be a revolutionary in the shadow of the monster praying hands at Oral Roberts U?

It's odd that Oklahoma, at one time, also boasted the largest population of Satanists.

For every action there's an equal and opposite reaction, right?

The easiest part about being around both ORU and Satanists was taking the middle path.

Of course I was outnumbered no matter which way I turned against but there's a certain . . . well, if THAT'S sanity then I don't want to be sane.

NAD: Didn't you recently write and publish a book? Can you tell us about it, and how to get it?

Part 1) Yes.
Part 2) No. At this point it is a logistical problem. I printed those up myself and I only have four with me.

It's entitled Millionaire Maturity with MLMs, but it is really more about business management.

My dad was with the Corps of Engineers for something like thirty years. He said that he wished the book would have been available to him when he was working. I took that as high praise.

You can order it at

Just be warned that it might take a bit to get it.

NAD: If you could answer one or all of these, short or long, that would be great.

Are UFOs real?

I've not seen one, but I had something of an explanation thrown at me by an elder.

UFO's might be people. People who have learned a great deal and who have been on the planet longer than one would think possible. They might travel around together bending space and time at will.

There's some evidence that they might even be keeping us from annihilating one another with nukes. Pleasant thoughts, sweet dreams!

Did we land on the moon?

Saw it with my own two eyes — right there on TV. Got the newspaper to prove it. Why are you asking this? [Laughs]

Did Bush knock down the towers?

In my opinion those who had the most to gain from the destruction of WTC 7 did it.

That's where all of the criminal records were kept.

Sure Silverstein and the Port Authority had plenty to gain. Asbestos insulation? No problem — unless you were working down there after the fact.

And Silverstein got 14 billion in insurance money.

But I suspect B. Clinton and George Senior myself.

There was lots of important info in WTC 7 and it just went up in smoke.

Jr. didn't have the wherewithal to pull that off. Senior probably told Cheney, who repeated the order to stand down when the attacks took place, but poor little George Jr. probably had no knowledge of it.

It could have been Sr.'s jab at Jr. just to see how he would handle it.

Who knows? We never will, that's for sure. "They" don't want us to know do they?

Was Paul Wellstone's death an accident?

How could it have been?

Wellstone pissed off the wrong psychopaths.

Instruments on planes are fairly easy to screw up.

Just a touch of the right EMF's and you suddenly don't know where you are.

Just ask JFK, Jr. Oh wait, he's dead. How about the deaths of Bill Hicks and Aaron Russo? If you have a level of power that challenges the wrong people you are just shit out of luck.

Who did the Oklahoma City bombing? Timothy McVeigh, with others, with the Ryder truck, or was it the U.S. government, for whatever reason?

Again, there were records kept in the Murrah Building.

In that case I don't know who gained from it but some evidence even points to more than one explosion.

Regarding McVeigh I would recommend a book called "Programmed to Kill."

I wouldn't say that there's a direct correlation but when you start looking into things like CIA mind control experiments everything starts getting really fuzzy. My guess is that McVeigh was programmed.

Word on the street is that if that blast had only killed more people then the Feds could have enacted Martial Law right then and there.

It has to do with some terrorist law written a fairly long time ago or maybe it was right after the first WTC attack back in, what? '91? I don't remember the details — who cares? But it remains a fact that they wrote into law a provision for enacting martial law.

By the way, during the OKC bombing, I was in my pole house 40 or 50 miles away "as the crow flies."

I was asleep and a white light passed through my dream vision . . . "souls moving fast" was my thought at the time.

It shook my house (pole houses are notorious for withstanding shaking but they sure let you know that they are).

I woke up and went downstairs to where the radio was (I haven't had a TV since 1991).

I scanned the dial and some Christian station scooped everyone on the story.

My wife, at that time, was an RN at University Hospital near downtown Oklahoma City.

I woke her up (she was normally on the night shift) and told her that she might want to call in.

Sure enough they asked her to come in thinking that they would need her services but, alas, almost no one survived the blast. There was no need for triage.

Waco. We burned kids right? On purpose, right? You can see flames shooting out of the tank. Or not.

Clinton & Reno's finest hour!

Who knew that the constitution said anything about freedom of religion?

Oops. Koresh, however, was a nutcase, as are all "end times" Revelation rapture proponents.

To make matters worse Koresh was able to get his interpretation of St. John's Revelation's 7 Seals out to highly respected "theologians" of the fundamental ilk and they all agreed that his take on things was very sound.

I was part of a local priest development project for the Episcopal Church.

We met as a group to discuss the economic problems that the Church was having fifteen years ago and what it meant to maintain a presence in communities that could not afford a Priest. During one or our gatherings I was asked to give a short sermon.

Here it is:

God said He would send a savior. The Jews of the time thought that God meant someone who would kick some Roman butt right out of their land. God sent Jesus instead. I think it's fair to say that, historically at least, God will send something very opposite of what we think. So what are you expecting when "Jesus comes back?" A 900-foot Jesus on clouds with deafening trumpets blasting? May I propose that the Second Coming will be quite opposite? A dolphin perhaps. Someone wrongfully imprisoned, maybe. A black woman? What is opposite of what you think the Second Coming will look like? I propose that the thing that you least expect is that YOU are the Second Coming.

Is Bigfoot real?

I think Bigfoot has some credibility that, say, Nessie doesn't. There are too many eye witness accounts to outright ignore. I've never seen Bigfoot but, as I alluded to earlier, I only have one eye.

Is there a God?

I've had too many strange experiences to ignore that possibility. On a personal level I've told a few people that God loves everyone but He seems to "Like" me. I'm about as lovable as King David, who is my hero if only for writing the Psalms.

The question reminds me of a favorite joke of mine.

Did you hear about the agnostic dyslexic with insomnia?
He stayed up all night trying to figure out if there was a dog.

So to answer the question . . . yes I believe in dog.


Can Obama even be a peace president?
I don't really think so.
I don't think that the power base will allow it.

NAD: Do you have hope in Obama?

Why? Why not?

Tough question.

I like him somehow.

He's intelligent and articulate.

But I take issue with his stance on nuclear power and his position on the Middle East.

I did a side-by-side comparison with his platform, and that of John McCain, and there just wasn't much of a difference.

I'm stating a FACT here, not an opinion. People who see a wide gulf between the platforms of the two men are deluded in a way.

The other concern that I have, and this is why I think that 45 million people voted for McCain, is that Obama was obviously "chosen."

The mystery is this: WHO chose him?

If it's the same old "powers that be" then how different can he be?

We thought B. Clinton would be different but in the final analysis he wasn't all that different.

Can Obama even be a peace president? I don't really think so. I don't think that the power base will allow it.

The one possibility that I think might be very real, and this is where my only hope resides, is that Obama is counting on the American people to rise up and DEMAND peace and sanity from our government.

Only then can he act accordingly.

If we stand around with our thumbs up our butts then nothing will change and the man who rode to the presidency on the word "change" will be powerless to do anything at all.

NAD: Does your favorite coffee cup have words on it? If so, what does it say?

Timbre' Wolf 2008 - Seal of the Resident of the United States.

NAD: What else? What should I have asked?

I think asking, "What is the new homespun?" would be a great question.

America is under occupation as it stands right now.

The empire is not the British but rather it is the Federal Reserve, the Banks, the media, and the Military-Industrial complex.

I would make a better leader of the resistance than, say, Gandhi . . . because he's, like . . . dead.

And the new homespun is chickens. No, really. How about I write that article next?

And ... if you would like to, please insert link to something you want linked to.

My coffee cup

Feyd and a few other tunes

People's Glorious Five Year Plan

My song/video "Hella Jesus"

My video on the bail out

My video on Bush's constitutional violations

My video on the Constitution

Thank you.


NAD: Oh, just one more thing. [The Colombo Question]

Timbre Wolf. Is that the name the second grade teacher at St. Ashley's elementary called out on the first day at roll call?

Do you mean Sister Mary? I never went to school at St. Ashley's actually.

Aloha -~wolf



THE New American Dream Feature Interviews

If you search the archives below, you will find, in a sort of order [last to first], interviews with:

Steven Stothard, a radical grows in Indiana

Dale Clark, an artist in the desert

Jacqui Devenuau, Green Party organizer in Maine

Don Harkins, co-editor of The Idaho Observer

Stewart Bradley, independent film producer

Rick Smith, Cleveland area radio host

William P. Meyers, independent book publisher, political activist

Ian Woods, Canadian publisher, 9/11 Truth activist

Richard D. Brinkman, Edmonton, Canada 9/11 Truth

Lynn Berg, New York City actor

Alejandro Rojas, of MUFON, the Mutual UFO Network

Brian Kasoro, publisher of The Liberator magazine

Brother Raymond, walked from Denver to D.C., for truth

Korey Rowe, one of the producers of Loose Change

Dave Zweifel, editor of The Madison Capital Times

Cathleen Howard, expatriate, from Tucson to Mexico, to pursue her dreams

Sander Hicks, Brooklyn radical entrepreneur, writer, publisher

Joe Bageant, America's blue-collar author

Frida Berrigan, a lifetime of faith, hope and love

Denise Diaz, brewing up a revolution, at The Ritual Cafe in Des Moines

Deanna Taylor, Green Party activist, teacher, in Salt Lake City

Rossie Indira-Vltchek, writer, filmmaker in Jarkarta, Indonesia

Nora Barrows-Friedman, Pacifica reporter in Gaza

Delaney Bruce, Friends of Peltier

Keith McHenry, co-founder of Food Not Bombs

Michael Sprong, South Dakota Catholic Worker

Brian Terrell, Des Moines Catholic Worker

Bob Graf
, One of the Milwaukee 14

Loren Coleman, Bigfoot researcher

Monty Borror, Sci-Fi artist from Virginia

David Ray, Great American Poet

Jack Blood, radio show host, in Austin, Texas

Danny Schechter, A Real Reporter

Bob Kincaid, host, Head-On Radio Show

Tony Packes, Animal Farm Radio Host, Keeping An Eye on Big Brother

Richard Flamer, Working With the Poor in Chiapas

David Ray Griffin, 9/11 Truth activist author

Barry Crimmins, U.S. comedian, author, social activist

Bret Hayworth, political reporter for the Sioux City [IA] Journal

Lisa Casey, publisher of website All Hat No Cattle

Joe & Elaine Mayer, activist couple in Rochester, Minnesota

Fr. Darrell Rupiper, U.S. priest revolutionary

Whitney Trettien, MIT student, Green Party activist

Meria Heller, radio show host

Phil Hey, professor, poet

John Crawford, book publisher

Steve Moon, Iowa Bigfoot researcher

Carol Brouillet, California social activist, 9/11 Truth

Russell Brutsche, Santa Cruz artist

Kevin Barrett, professor, radio show host, 9/11 Truth activist

A'Jamal Rashad Byndon, social activist in Omaha

Chris Rooney, Vancouver, Canada Catholic Worker, website publisher

Marc Estrin, political novelist, from the left

Peter Dale Scott, poet, professor, author, activist

Anthony Rayson, anarchist zine publisher, works with prisoners

Alice Cherbonnier, editor of The Baltimore Chronicle, an independent newspaper

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