Myanmar Monks protesting

I've been watching the monks protesting in Myanmar this whole week or so... It's so interesting and beautiful and terrifying all at once. So much more interesting than mostly everything that happens in American politics lately - American politics look like a clown car exploded inside government offices.

Of course, monks protesting in Asia is reminiscent of what famous image from the 1960's?

I guess I'm starved for something really important and memorable. Maybe my generation looks at the Sixties and sees, "Wow, it looks like they actually accomplished something then! We need to do that too!" What we forget is, regardless, history happens. We have to make the choice to be an active part of it or not, but we also have to remember that the world is so different from the 1960's. That's hard to remember ... Mass student revolts against multiple social injustices aren't possible now because they've already happened in the past. But we try: 10,000 people go to Jena, Louisiana to protest an injustice that gained serious popularity in the media. Thousands of people turn out in the streets of New York City to protest Ahmadinejad's presence here (waste of a protest, if you ask me). We want to do something "huge," something "important."

So, what do we do? Where is our big Berkeley-Columbia-SDS movement? Where is our Chicago Seven? Not those things specifically, of course, but what is our big movement? Who are our leaders? Where do we get to fight our battles?

I guess that is yet to be seen.