News Roundup 9/26/07

For those who don't understand the outrage over Jena 6


Spirit vs Steel
  • Blogger Nlknayman, defying military imposed censorship, is posting pictures of the Monk led marches. In some pictures, you can actually see the people making human chains around the monks to protect them from the military.



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