On the third anniversary of America's invasion of Iraq, many protests took place. But they were mild, not wild--more like Sunday picnics than the fierce mass demonstrations that raged in 2003. New York's rally drew a mere 1,000, Washington's 300. The march near where I live was a small affair led by two octogenarian women riding cream-colored scooters. They snacked on cookies and sang "This Little Light of Mine." I was shocked and awed by the lack of passion, especially since now it's even more appallingly obvious how stupid the war is than it was in the beginning. Don't you dare allow a similar apathy to creep in to your own fight for justice, Virgo. For the sake of your future, you've got to redouble your righteous, ingenious anger.

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