Incidents yesterday = 1,504 above normal (decrease of 5% below the day before)[normal Incident count = 17.5], including 437 dead (87 anshin)
     Report on Ganj Dareh Meeting/will-be-heard participation (R=93%/W=54%):

     Discussion Groups Active: 16,731 Forums & 22,435 Klatsches
      Notable excerpts: Moderated Klatsch "Slaughter in the Paths"
      By: Mc Namara Plasticfrancs [Neighborhood Xref=Cruz]
     .full-video/visual interpretation=off: Before, I wasn't concerned. Before, I figured I could see it coming. Before, there'd be a crowd, some yelling, even a ruckus going on. Before, I could get out of the way. Or, I guess, if I didn't, then I'd know the consequences, like bringing it on myself.
     Now, though. Now, these berserkers — whether they be residents or visitors — just strike without warning. Now, they smash and run, just smash any head that's convenient and, and, and they escape unseen. Now, I'm not going out there anymore.
      By: Ker Ubino Kwanyinbol [Neighborhood Xref=Tetiaroa]
     .full-video: Tjatjat! Pristine, unadulterated tjatjat! The killers are Die Gastarbeiter. Anyone can see that!
     If you want to cry in your maliq'a about it, stay with this Klatsch. Go ahead, cower around your electronic fire and spin your puny and tjatjat stories.
     But if you want to do something about this zhuhndí outrage, join me at the Klatsch I just created. I call it "Vigilantes — Answer to Poor Anshin Performance" and I've persuaded Ed Radzinsky Rasputin, sangoma from the Lodge of Ancestral Spirits, to guide us to our next move. Here's the cue/Em-Deh: §¶.
     Let's do something zhuhndí about this!

      Notable excerpts: Moderated Klatsch "Vigilantes — Answer to Poor Anshin Performance"
      By: Ed Radzinsky Rasputin [Neighborhood Xref=Vitaly]
     .full-video: Death stalks us, my friends. Not accidental death, no. Not collateral death, no. But deliberate death, death for its own sake, death as mission objective. And we are its victims. We, you and me and anyone else who can attend this meeting.
      By: Yong Yuthkit Watananusont [Neighborhood Xref=Onechanh]
      .full-video: Kill 'em back! Cut short their Life Expectancy!
      By: Ker Ubino Kwanyinbol [Neighborhood Xref=Tetiaroa]
     .full-video: Kill 'em first, you mean, kill 'em first before they kill any more of us.
     Ed Radzinsky: They mark us by our clothes, by our homes, by our jobs, by our comfort in this direvnya of our birth. They mark us, then cut us down. Who among us will be safe now that our Guest Workers — oh, great is the irony in that name — have tasted our blood?
     Ker Ubino: There's a gong-she not two minutes from my house. I can smell them from here. Collect at my house, then we'll go get them.
     Yong Yuthkit: What about weapons? These toubab are big and mean. They have an extra hand on their left elbow.
     Ker Ubino: We don't need to fight them. We'll trap them inside and burn them out. Bring flammables. Bring fuel cells — I found out how to short-circuit them to explode. Bring barricades.
     Ed Radzinsky: As long as they live among us, we will die among them.
      Ker Ubino: So, who's with me? Who's coming? [crashing noises] Hey, who's there?
     Off-screen voice proxy via Ker Ubino: We are the anshin, Mijnheer Kwanyinbol. The anshin. Come with us, please.
      Ker Ubino: I don't have to go anywhere with you.
     Voice: Ker Ubino Kwanyinbol, you have been recorded displaying behavior that appears to be Demagoguery with Violent Intent. Under authority delegated by the Collective of Ganj Dareh Direvnya, I am arresting said behavior. I am also removing you from the premises of said behavior and —
     Ker Ubino: No you're not! [crashing noises] Sangoma, help me. Get away from me with that stick, you thug! Get ba — [crashing noises] [signal lost]
     Ed Radzinsky: Let us join our thoughts and send our energies out to Brother Ubino, for he has strayed from the path of peace.

      Notable excerpts: Round-robin Klatsch "Die Gastarbeiter: Love Them or Boot Them Out?"
      By: No Bruno Daorgi [Neighborhood Xref=Jidge]
     .voice-only: My wife asked me why I don't get mad at these people. So I told her. She still didn't understand. She's much more volatile than me, you see. I guess people like her are more common than people like me, but I think that's the point. Even I get mad at times. Even I get carried away by those atavistic patterns in my brain. And we've got to stop it!
     Sorry.
     So I decided I should make my point more publicly because it is so important. I looked around our will-hear and this Klatsch seems to be most on point. I hope you listen. More importantly, I hope you understand. Most importantly, I hope you change your behavior if you need to.
     The Christians celebrate something they call "Christmas." The day commemorates the birth of their Savior, Jesus the Christ. Whether or not such a man really existed does not matter: they believe. Whether or not he really was the Son of God does not matter: they believe. They have believed — millions of them — for well over two-thousand Gë years now.
     They call their Savior "The Lamb," to acknowledge his mission of peace. The day he was born, they say, angels came to Gë and sang about "Peace on Earth." A heavenly choir.
     Yet the Christians are just as violent as the rest of us. Maybe more.
     Now don't go congratulating yourselves. Every human culture contains at least one icon who has recommended peace to his or her people. Nearly every human religion contains goodwill toward all men as one of its core values.
     Yet every culture, every religion honors this exhortation more in breach than observance. Except maybe a few. The Quakers come to mind. So, too, the Tibetans. And even some of them stray, I'm sorry to say.
     Why?
     Those of us who prefer talk over fight, who honor compromise over conviction, know that peace is no easy taskmaster. Even for those like me whose genes make them slow to burn. We all face public and private condemnation. Like my wife, most people just don't understand. Is it that they just don't want to understand, or that they can't understand?
     My father would say it makes no difference why. Actions count; motives make a difference only in punishment. He took this, and other precepts, from his Kansas, God-fearing, dirt-farming ancestors. He followed it right up to yesterday when he died trying to break up a fight in our piazza.
     I won't say whether his killer was Gast or einheimischer. It doesn't matter, Pop would say, and he'd be right. My wife doesn't understand how he and I can say this. Many people in this Klatsch don't understand it either.
     I'm a "should"-based person. If my God says I should follow the paths of peace, I do. If wise men from many cultures agree that I should suffer rather than fight, I do. If I can reason that myself, my family, and my society benefit more from the pursuit of peace than war, I do.
     I'm not alone in these thoughts. Over a century ago, back on Gë, a great leader said, "I refuse to accept the idea that the 'is-ness' of man's present nature makes him morally incapable of reaching up for the 'ought-ness' that forever confronts him." His name was Martin Luther King Junior.
     Now, it's my turn to not understand. I don't understand why the rest of you don't do what you're supposed to when it comes to violence to person, property, and social fabric. When I look at how far the human race has come — our life began on the Serengeti Plain; our life there built these violent patterns into our brains — spreading beyond Gë to stars like our own — so far beyond what our bodies were built to do, I just plain don't understand why we all can't get beyond this hard-wiring.
     I'm not asking you to die or even bleed. I am asking a very simple thing: just walk away.
     I do. I did yesterday from our piazza. I will do in any future day when it is required.
     Why can't you?