You bet! They are in the news less, and so there are fewer chances for clipping, so they appear more in my blog than in my clips. Here are a couple of examples: Reclaiming America from Illegal Immigrants, and Time to Pay Up. The latter, in fact, begins by pointing up the very similarity you mention:

I hope you read the summary of Juan Cole’s excellent speech on the history of Iran-US relations. Because...

You bet! They are in the news less, and so there are fewer chances for clipping, so they appear more in my blog than in my clips. Here are a couple of examples: Reclaiming America from Illegal Immigrants, and Time to Pay Up. The latter, in fact, begins by pointing up the very similarity you mention:

I hope you read the summary of Juan Cole’s excellent speech on the history of Iran-US relations. Because here’s a story that’s strikingly similar - only it happens within the borders of the USA.

I'm interested in all situations where my own culture has not owned up to its responsibility for devastating others for its own profit. Native Americans are still today being systematically robbed by government undervaluation of the lease value of their land for the benefit of corporations that seek profit from it.

Funny you should mention that, it reminds me of something I wrote last year:

The Last One

[i]The Old Man sat across from me, the Light from the Fire reflected in his Eyes
His skin, rugged with Age, matched the red Earth beneath our feet
He spoke in an Alien tongue, but I understood him when he said Brother
He spoke of the Great Journey, across a Sea of Ice and Frozen Tundra
From vast grass Plains to deep Jungles and Andean heights
As he spoke I sense Life ebb from him
He was the Last One and I was his Witness
Witness for his struggles and the struggles of countless Generations
To Grow, to Be, to Live
From Earth mounds and Pyramids to Cities that touched the Sky
And then his Eyes cl...

Funny you should mention that, it reminds me of something I wrote last year:

The Last One

The Old Man sat across from me, the Light from the Fire reflected in his Eyes
His skin, rugged with Age, matched the red Earth beneath our feet
He spoke in an Alien tongue, but I understood him when he said Brother
He spoke of the Great Journey, across a Sea of Ice and Frozen Tundra
From vast grass Plains to deep Jungles and Andean heights
As he spoke I sense Life ebb from him
He was the Last One and I was his Witness
Witness for his struggles and the struggles of countless Generations
To Grow, to Be, to Live
From Earth mounds and Pyramids to Cities that touched the Sky
And then his Eyes closed for the Last Time
My Hands on his shoulders, easing him to his final Rest
My Skin Marking Me as Betrayer, Destroyer
With His Last Breath He called Me, Brother
And I stood alone under the Eternal Sky
I stood and I stared and I Asked…
What have I Done?
What have We Done?
He was the Last One
And Now I stand Naked in Truth
And Alone....