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Myself, I don't think I'll hang my head out the window to yell, but if I heard someone else yelling, I'd SMILE a lot. I tend to write letters. For instance, here's a note to the Chairman of Lloyd's of London (Peter Levine).

My Dear Lord,

Is this true? Does Lloyd's truly insure risk linked to the Burmese junta? If not, thank goodness! If so, please discretely wipe your hands of blood and suffering, while putting money in your pocket. No badness will be thanked. In fact, it will be boycotted.

A full disclosure of all Burma-related risks would be welcome, in order to ensure investor/public scrutiny and decisions. There absolutely must be alternate ways to earn a living, where one's occupation does not kill other people, e.g. farming and midwifery.

I also just CHAT up the day. So, when I'm at my local convenience store, with marketing TV monitors on either side of my head at the till, being irradiated by chewing gum promotions, I'll ask the guy, "You know, what's up with these monitors? They kind of, you know, clamp my head. I can't even see you there, because it's, um, this blinking gum and soda is blinding me." (Which is true, it's like a night vision effect.)

My kids know already. When I say, wow, that really pis*es me off, I'M GOING TO WRITE A LETTER. Maybe it's futile, but it cheers me immensely. The thing is, I often get letters back, thanking me or, if not that, then a show of engagement to begin dialogue. It's all good, I think.

There are still fights I have burning.