Here we are in May...months before the conventions...yet it appears that all the cards are stacking up against poor Willard. Been stacking up since this ridiculous campaign began.
I am keeping my 13 year old son home from school today, to learn a real civics lesson. We are going to Occupy Detroit for May Day, join in the March and General Strike.
Our voices will be loud, here in the shadow of the closed factories, joined with so many others in what was once the largest Union City on the country.
Before we go, I will read to him and speak to him of the struggle for worker's rights. We will talk about what the UAW once was, what it meant in terms of Civil Rights too. We will talk of the history, from Pinkertons railroad murderers to miners being killed enmasse. I will tell him of the dust bowl and Woody Guthrie and Eugene Debs.
We will speak of his teachers, what is becoming of his schools, and how they are killing education to stop that Union and privatize the very source of knowledge.
I will tell him, though that May Day originated in Australia trying to get an 8 hour work day, it really grew legs in Chicago in 1886 when many died in a demonstration for worker's rights there. I will tell him how, in the US the powers that be decided to try and defuse this movement by creating "Labor Day" and make into a celebration of a long weekend and Summer's beginning - but that International Worker's Day will always remain May Day.
I will tell him how, in 2007, the police attacked a peaceful demonstration in California by striking men, women and children; many of whom were immigrants - some "legal" some not, but how these brave people managed to mostly shut that city down for a day.
He already knows why I cannot find work, and probably never will at 49. He knows I deserve better, his teachers deserve better and he deserves a better future.
Today, we put our bodies on the line for our rights.
Excuse the short essay - but I wanted to inspire any of you on the fence about this to do the same.
Oh, dear God, nothing has been posted since FRIDAY? I am pathetic.
But it is Spring and there are freaking endless chores to be done. Not just gardening, but repair stuff. Seems everything in this house wants to break at once, man... and being a lone grown up and a girl makes it harder. Not that I am not ready to try anything. Right now I have a whole electrical problem I am tackling... Mike could not do that any better than me. But, some things require more strength than I have, especially with my bad back, like changing mower tires and moving rocks and bricks. Other things, like relighting a pilot with a match, terrifies me.
The other thing is? I know I made a huge dent right after Mike died, but then I hit standstill on the cleaning out of his stuff. I am back at it, and it is a HUGE emotional drain. Its not just the finality of it all, though that weighs heavy enough... I feel like I am invading his privacy, or dishonoring him by not caring about the same stuff he cared about. Even more, it is realizing I am downsizing for the inevitable loss of this house, freeing us up to move at some point.
Baseball has started and that sucks up 2 evenings a week.
I am working on my fiction some, but not being able to post it here sucks. I like that instant gratification, you know? Sounds like an ego-case, but its LOW ego that requires someone to tell me its not crap, or they want more.
I am somewhat burned out too - the daily outrage factors are so heavy as to be overwhelming. So many insanities, so little energy, its the Shock Doctrine at work, I know it - over-stimulation makes you have to look away or go nuts.
So anyway, here is a random post at least to fill the void.
Listen to Diane Gee with Rocky Anderson live on WWL Radio Friday, April 27th at 6pm EDT!
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I am proud to be interviewing another of the US's finest this Friday. Rocky Anderson is the Presidential Candidate for the Justice Party. A former Democrat, (like most of us) he defected from their ranks, stating, "The Constitution has been eviscerated while Democrats have stood by with nary a whimper. It is a gutless, unprincipled party, bought and paid for by the same interests that buy and pay for the Republican Party." RIGHT ON!!!!
Rocky founded High Road for Human Rights, which primarily addressed five issues: torture and the undermining of the rule of law, genocide, slavery, the death penalty, and the human rights implications of the climate crisis. On this subject, like so many others Rocky is soundly on the side of We the People!
I am honored and thrilled to be able to speak with him on my show, and promote solutions he endorses for a saner world.
Please join us - Rocky is a brave man, soundly on our side.
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This isn't exactly a news flash, I know it. I've never gone to infowars, and don't watch his over-wrought you tubes. I mean, others I know filter through the bs to find the occasional pearls of reality he reports... but I have not the stomach for it.
Half of his stuff is out-there tin foil hat that it dilutes the real things we should be concerned about to vapors. We all know this.
So, picture my surprise when I started getting "ping-backs" from the copy of "DCS: Abilify™ for Black Ops!" I had left on The Greanville Post. First from Infowars, then a series of satellite blogs that follow his site. Head tilt. Then I thought, "Ok, no big deal. I would prefer to be asked for permission to reprint, but the message is more important than my ego."
Then I clicked through.... only to find not only had my title been changed to a racist-sounding blurb that had little to do with my content... he chose to not copy the lead in that had both my NAME as author, and the link-back to this site as original source of the essay. He conveniently didn't copy and past this:
Crossposted from The Wild Wild Left by Diane Gee, author, ranter and scathing critic of the status quo.
He named it "Obama's New Spook Service" and left a general link to The Greanville Post. Now my essay is all over the fucking net, with a different title, my name not attached to it. I asked several sites to correct this, and one said they did. I asked Jone's site to in email, in comments and via FB comment and messaging... and they ignored me completely. As I became increasingly irritated, I finally contacted Word Press, Jone's hosting company, letting them know if it was not attributed, and the title reverted to the original, I would go after them for copyright infringement.
I am fairly positive this happens all the time, and with his money, he just figures little people like me will tire of the chase, and go away. I might. I might not, either.
Slate has an interesting read up that bitchslaps ole Marco Rubio around a bit….so of course I love it:
Marco Rubio is this year’s Sarah Palin. As a possible vice presidential pick, he is popular with the grassroots. He is an envoy to a key part of the electorate and has crossover political appeal. He has successfully bucked his party establishment, and those who have seen him work say he’s skilled. He’s an easy and talented campaigner, and he’d wow them in Tampa the way Palin did in St. Paul, Minn.* He is also fundamentally at odds with his potential running mate’s message and criteria for his vice president.
Mitt Romney is the candidate of executive experience. It’s not just that he was a “business guy” for 25 years. He was a business guy who made tough decisions. He told us this often during the primaries. Romney’s key critique of President Obama is that he lacks such experience. In evaluating possible veeps, Romney has said, above all else, he wants to pick someone who can step into the job if necessary. That means Romney’s No. 2 must have the same kind of experience—or at least some of it. Maybe just a hint? A thimble? Marco Rubio, at age 40, has none. (Unless someone counts two years as a part-time city commissioner.)
You've got your CIA, you've got your DIA, and even take your Special Forces daily. Still not feeling like your Espionage is Spooky, Droney, Infiltratey, or Black Ops wet-worky enough?
Disclaimer: DCS is taken in conjunction with other drugs spies and killers to enhance their natural spy and killing ability. Side effects may include toppling autonomous Democracies, hawkishness of vision and genocidal tendencies. DCS is not for everyone, consult your Pentagon if it does not enhance feelings of meglomania and world domination.
A couple of days ago I posted a piece called American Civilization In Terminal, Free-Fall Collapse-The Proof. In it I spoke of something I had found that I considered to be "proof positive that the whole U.S. system has now reached ground zero and is about to go completely negative. Minus numbers only, from now on. Bet on it."
"Oh, the humanity!!!" was the anguished cry of Herbert Morrison, a newscaster witness to the Hindenburg tragedy.
As God is my witness...or perhaps more accurately, as I am God's witness...I am watching a progressive and rapidly accelerating meltdown of the flying gasbag S. S. United States that will make the Hindenburg explosion look like just another sparrow fart lost in the cosmic wind.
Its time we had another talk sir. Last time it was about Occupy. This time, its about espionage, high tech and privacy.
Lets play a game, a children's game really. Its called connect the dots. I'm really good at it. In fact? So good I never needed the numbers really. I could just see the image on the page at glance, and create the picture. I used to start at any number, and just draw. Used to drive the Nuns crazy. It might make you or your supporters a little crazy too. I'm hoping against hope that maybe you are all so busy moving dot to dot, you have forgotten to pull your face back from the page, squint a little and see the big picture. This time? Lets try a mirror.
So there I was, surfing the hinternet while imbibing my morning coffee in order to make sure that it was safe to leave the house without running into armed gangs of terrorists, rioters or thieves, local or Feral Federal police of all varieties, swarms of poisonous insects, rampant viral plagues or a turn in the political weather that bodes ill for the survival of the republic. And what did I find? Featured in the pics portion of the Daily Bleats Beast? A survey titled The 13 most useless college majors.
Now being a big fan of the collapse of the American educational system, that was a must-click for me. I didn't expect much in the way of deep content...I never do from the Daily Breast Beast and I am rarely disappointed...but instead I found what I consider to be proof positive that the whole U.S. system has now reached ground zero and is about to go completely negative. Minus numbers only, from now on. Bet on it.
The woman made her way between sage and chaparral, having left no footprints in her wake. Small animals froze in the underbrush, crickets ceased their chirping. No birds flew overhead.
She would make it safe for her children; they were ready to return. She had all the time in the world.
The observer clambered down the makeshift ladder, dropping the last few feet before pitching face first into the dirt. Regaining his footing, he scuttled towards the center of the Plaza.
"Interloper! Interloper!"
A Guardian returns with the observer, ascending the steps ahead of him to peer over the wall. "Mud person", he said at last. "Female. Harmless, probably". Considering a moment, he added "Let her in. Keep an eye on her".
The woman spent the afternoon under a shade tree, an object of condescension/derision/curiosity/inconsequence. She sat expressionless, at times eating a bit of meat of indeterminate origin. Presently she would fulfill her destiny by seeking lodging. Until then she would close her eyes and meditate, thoughts of the bloody birth of Left Hand Hummingbird interwoven with a small procession on the other side of the world, in Bethlehem.
At last the sun has set. Reaching under her skirt, her hand emerges clutching a white candle. As she approaches the first dwelling, the candle bursts into flame.
"Senor, please help. I look for a place to sleep tonight".
Eight homes approached, eight doors closed in her face. At the ninth home, a young man beckons the woman to enter and gives her a blanket, pointing her towards a spot near a fireplace.
While sweeping the temple she finds a ball of feathers. Tucking it safely within her garments, she resumes her task. Clicking from her footsteps echoes throughout the temple.
Now she stands outside, her glance directed upward at her children illuminating the nighttime sky, each one greeting her with a shared memory. Fulfilled, a resolution to the conflict begins to take shape in her mind. No need for death...
....a broom handle thrust into her side awakens the woman from her dream.
"Fuera, mujer" the voice both frightened and angry. "Get out", the man continuing to prod her. Glaring at the woman, he shouts at his son. "Why in hell did you let one of them in here"?
A brief vision of talons, flaccid breasts and writhing serpents assaults the young man's eyes, gone before his brain can process it. The woman's almond eyes look deeply within him. "By the grace of the God you know and the God I know, depart this place before nightfall tomorrow".
It is only upon reflection days later that the young man recalls it was his own voice he had heard speaking to him, and that the woman's lips had not moved.
She stands in the village square, placidly observing the night sky . It comes as no surprise when two pairs of arms grab her.
...."only one dissenting vote from the Assembly. Very well, the Assembly has spoken. Before we carry out the sentence, in keeping with tradition we shall say the Creed of the Plaza. If the Master of Ideology will lead us?". Nodding towards an attractive woman, the Facilitation Master steps back.
"This is our Plaza, ours by blood. Those thirsting for freedom shed that blood, which no interloper can deny. We fought the State, we fought the mud people. The price of freedom is steep. The Plaza is our sacred site, ours and ours alone. Long live the Plaza!"
"Long live the plaza" echoes the Facilitation Master, striding back to the raised platform. "Guardians of Ideology, approach". Sotto voce. "waste her".
How long did it take that damn kid to look over the edge of a bridge? Once she quits kicking, cut her loose. Simple as that. Tossing aside his cigarette, he turns - and stops dead in his tracks. The damn kid's eyes were empty sockets, mouth moving soundlessly, hands clutching his chest. The older man tries to scream but no sound comes out, like the damn kid his eye sockets are now empty - yet before his heart bursts his brain processes a final image, an image he will take with him into eternity. A creature stands on clawed feet before him, wearing a skirt of writhing serpents. Between flaccid breasts protrudes a skull. Atop her neck twin serpent heads regard him.
The stars descend to adore their mother, lighting the Plaza as if it were daytime. None remain to witness the phenomena.
The woman makes her way through the desert underbrush, leaving no footprints in her wake. Celestial light guides her way. She walks in quietude as nature senses the power in its midst.
She will make the world safe for her children; their return foretold. She had all the time in the world.
A lovely good morning to you, Wild Ones. I spent the last couple days largely offline, including an epic marathon yesterday to catch up on a new (to us anyway) show called "Game of Thrones." Sometimes I wonder what all these hours online is good for, anyway. Have I changed a mind? Have I done any good? Shouldn't I be dusting or doing the gardening, or going for a walk somewhere instead? Meh, it was cold out, and a good and complex story is never a total waste, and time with my kid is definitely a wonderful thing.
I'm largely frustrated right now. I saw parallels in this fiction we watched and real life - there are no pure, no perfect good guys or bad guys, but a mix of intentions and actions and the ever-present human need to "win." Even those with the best of intentions will become exactly what they say they are fighting - champions of the 'people' until that definition doesn't meet their predefined parameters. "Don't say Socialism." "Embrace the MoveOn people." "Realize I'm right and you're wrong." They can get indefensibly cruel when challenged. As John says in the video below, how can we have Revolution without Evolution? Different voices have to be heard, man, truly heard... and we have forgotten how to truly listen.
Listen to Diane Gee live on WWL Radio Friday, April 20th at 6pm EDT!
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Happy 4/20 Everyone! Tonight we'll see whats on the ballot for November in the Pot Department to start out.... if only we could be so chilled as the kind bud makes us.
In the meantime? We need to discuss what Socialism IS and IS NOT; and how even the Left attacks the very notion of it, repeating absurd memes and how the word triggers Pavlovian fear-responses even in the most otherwise sensible of Lefties.
Also, we will be addressing the 99 Obama-Spring co-opting, and the struggles with the divisions within Occupy itself.
Dudes, can't we all get along???
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