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Here.

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Hey, looks like we're gonna go baack to CAMI HALL for another night of music and stories. April 22. (I'll tell you more abot that as it gets a litttle closer.)

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Y'know... some people, maybe.. hmmm... maybe not "unkind"... maybe just a little bit too impressed with intellect, or just used to living in a very "surface" world... I don't know. But, some people accused me at times of "hating" George W. Bush. Y'know, people who call themselves right-wing, or conservative, or whatever. They used to enjoy my music, but feel they can't come to the concerts anymore. Or, used to come to this website, but, because I give away free songs like "JesusLand", they don't come anymore. (That's certainly cool with me. I mean, that's certainly their perogative.) But, I still get these emails once in a while. And, in the past they've said things like...

"Suddenly it is a place to have fun only if you too hate GWB."

Or,

"...you have become so consumed with hate for this president that you have lost sight of what's really important."

I think I feel like talkin' about that a little bit, today.

Hate.

For me... (And, this is only meant to express my personal feeling) ... hate is simply the complete absence of Love. Just as it is impossible to walk into a room and turn on the "dark switch". There is no such thing as "dark". Only light. Darkness is the absence of light. You can walk into a room and turn on the light switch. As George Harrison said, "Beware of Darkness".

I've never said I hate George W. Bush.

As a president, he represents the antithesis of nearly everything good and basic this country was founded on. In addition, I feel he is an embarrassment as a president. I also feel, very strongly, he is one of the most hypocritical and disingenuous phonies we've ever had in public office... certainly in my lifetime, anyway. And, we've had quite a few. Today, I don't want to talk about all the death and destruction he is responsible for... the individual suffering... the heartache and grief... the lives destroyed... the harm he's inflicted on the estimation, respectability and regard of America in the world.

I wanna speak to those people who have said, "David hates George Bush."

You're just wrong.

In one of my favorite New York City diners, I was speaking with one of my close friends yesterday. We were talking about things that matter as we often do... about finding ways to be kinder, better human beings... about Love and Spirit... about this personal journey we all have here on earth. (Okay, we were talkin' about music and sex and shit, too.) But, I shared with him that I recently had an image in my head of George sitting on the opposite side of a diner-booth from me. Just George. Not a president. Not a right-wing conservative. Not nothin'. He might as well have been a shoe salesman. Just George.

But, he was weeping.

He was weeping from his gut... that kind of heartfelt, nearly-on-the-floor-fetal-position weeping that most of us feel at one time or another. It seemed the armor had cracked and he was feeling. He was hurting as terribly as I had ever seen anyone hurt in my lifetime. And, he was crying.

Crying uncontrollably. That face-scrunching, shoulder-shaking, snot-running...

...weeping.

In this litttle daydream, I slid over to the other side of the booth and sat next to him. I handed him some napkins, put my arms around his shoulders and comforted him the best I could. And, I sat with him for an hour until he could breath again. Then, I asked him what I could do to help him. And, then I asked George what he thought he had to do to help himself.

We sat quietly for a long time.

I don't hate George W Bush.

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I see him.

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I've got songs to write.

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