Ruby Slippers

I have this odd feeling that all I have to do is simply click my heels three times and repeat, "There's no place like home".

I know many things. I just learned that my friends in Puebla are being treated unfairly. They have done more than they are being given credit for. The powers that be, take away from them, and don't give  much back. I guess I have an anarchist bent.

In any case it does not escape me that I was supposed to do more than I had done. I feel like it is time to claim what is mine.