We the People asked for this?
28 Feb 2008
Why is it legitimate for our leaders to take us into false wars and block radical environmental protections?
Freedom involves the ability to discuss and disagree with National policies.
Protection means the people are liberated to act in their best interests.
Reporters are invited as embedded guests of our military while discussion of protests and suppression are regarded as illegal and not worthy of legitimate discussion.
The same legal system that allows traitors like Scooter Libby to be unjustly pardoned by the treasonous President of the United States
is the only forum for those who disagree.
As a witness lays hand upon a bible and makes an oath of honesty as fair witness...
the same legal system is failing to uphold the primary goal of that bible...
I had never wanted to be subversive. Breaking the law was never a goal. But the times they are a changing and here I am writing my notes from the underground, unsure of the legality of my words and thoughts. In 2004 I took to the streets of New York City to protest the Republican National Convention being held there. My nation was controlled by the Bush family aristocracy and we were waging a false war in Iraq and Afghanistan... people were dying daily on every side of the battles. As a direct result of the government and corporate policies of the U.S.A., the World Trade Towers had been destroyed in protest. So now the Republicans were using Manhattan as political theater to justify furthering fascism. For one week Republican supporters were being hosted by Manahachtanienk, which in the Delaware language, means, "the island where we all became intoxicated." They came in planes and limos with fashionable clothes and spotless cowboy hats. They ate in expensive restaurants and even got to auction the personal belongings of the late Johnny Cash. They were given free tickets to Broadway shows by the Disney corporation... who now owns the majority of Times Square.
I was surrounded by officers of the N.Y.P.D. and arrested for standing on the sidewalk with a sign that said "Bring Our Troops Home Now" on one side...on the other was taped a newspaper with a picture of Bush giving the middle finger and the headline, "Bush to US: Up Yours". That moment was the death of my country, for me. "We the People" had become "We the Fascists" and i looked oppression eyeball to eyeball... my eye to their thousand yard stares... and their mute refusal of my movement. I couldn't leave their security net until i was handcuffed and everything i had except the clothes i wore were put into a clear plastic bag. I was then locked in a stiflingly hot prisoner transport bus. We the people included i the citizen, born under the protection and guidance of our American Constitution. Words written on parchment 230 years ago to assert that all people residing within 50 separate States would unite through a federal government to "form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity." Two centuries later it seems that in the very act of scribing this intent and these words on parchment... the opposite has become institutional.
So now the federal government is using the N.Y.P.D. to suppress dissent in the streets while a national political organization that rules all 50 states holds a strategic convention to prepare for the next Presidential election. Every President for 230 years has believed that Jesus of Nazereth walked the earth as God 2,008 years ago. President Bush is a born-again Christian. They believe that Jesus prophecied a return from death that would bring those faithful to his rule into heaven. Bush either believes that Jesus has been born again... or he will be. Our Constitution divides the Federal Government into three sections. The President, Congress and Supreme Court are supposed to be able to control each other by a 2/3 majority. This breaks down the Union of the People into three separate methods of making decisions for We the People's Union. There is supposed to be checks, and balances.
But now there is just incarceration, fines and legal procedures. And war.
...i remember walking into Times Square with nothing on me but a scrap of paper with some poetry on it. In these days of wars and terrorists and security culture and hopeful anticipation of the return of the Messiah this was the spot on the planet he was sure to visit... or judge. One of the most heavily monitored intersections on earth. It seemed almost as though the walls themselves were made of liquid, digital light. So many messages were being transmitted here all day and night that they defined the entire area. Pedestrians were audience to the advertisements that courted them. I remember praying to Jesus Christ that He would return and fulfill so many hopes and dreams. Make the world right again. I remember a voice that filled the insides of me, but it came from above and all around, "Is It All Your Fault?" the voice asked me. "Is what my fault?" i wondered. "EVERYTHING" the voice replied. I didnt know what force was behind the voice but i found myself weeping, and it started to rain. I realized it didn't matter where the voice came from. If my blame was necessary for my prayer to be answered then so be it. Everything was my fault. My tears came from the deep sorrow that then overcame me. No shame, no regret or remorse...only a sorrow that brought me to my knees and brought sobs from deep within me. Dazed, I walked along the sidewalk until I saw a black man dressed like Conan the Barbarian who was preaching on the sidewalk. "Jesus Christ was a black man" he was saying loud and proudly. A woman walking by told him he was wrong. "Shut up white devil", the man replied to her and the small crowd, "You're probably a lesbian." Offended, I said to him, " You don't have to attack her because she doesn't agree with you."
"Step back white devil!" he replied. "You ain't nuthin but a dog" he told me. Pointing at me now he repeated, "He ain't nuthin but a dog. That is what we are all scared of. That is what controls the world. Nuthin but a dog." There was an awkward silence and it needed to be filled. I nodded at him and spread my arms wide, slowly turning and eyeing the onlookers. Unbidden, some lines by Peter Gabriel popped into my head, "and the Lamb lies down on Broadway." The album was made the year I was born. I realized then that I was no lamb, I was a dog just like he was saying. I took off my shirt and dropped my pants, naked I got down on all fours, barking and advancing on the black man. He backed up in surprise and shouted "See! Nuthin but a dog!". I stood back up and spread my arms again, nodding at the crowd that now was filming me, nodding in agreement, or just staring. Nude and at a loss what to do next, I began walking down the sidewalk. Someone came up to me and put a long sleeve t-shirt over my back. They led me to a police car on the edge of the street. The driver took one look at me and asked, "So who the hell do you think you are, buddy?"
I turned to walk away then whipped around , bending down to face him. Meeting his aggressive tone I snapped, "I'm King Arthur, motherfucker." At the time, I suppose I thought I really was. He and his partner got out of the car, slammed me down face first onto the hood and held me there until an ambulance came and I was put into a straightjacket. I was taken to Belleview Hospital where i was heavily medicated for 3 weeks and diagnosed Bipolar I, manic. I am a maniac.
"Early morning Manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land.
The Movie-Palace is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
Its the same old ending-time to go.
It seems they cannot leave their dream.
Theres something moving in the sidewalk steam,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway...
Something inside me has just begun,
Lord knows what I have done,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
They say the lights are always bright on Broadway.
They say theres always magic in the air." ~ Peter Gabriel
"Yeah, we have humor in our music, but it can get as serious as a heart attack, too." ~ Gene Ween
"There is a lot of psychological terror going on in Ween, and there always has been." ~Dean Ween
1984 - Aaron Freeman and Mickey Melchiondo meet in 8th grade typing class at New Hope-Solebury High School in Pennsylvania. Both are making home recordings at the time and begin swapping records from their collections. The boys are visited by the demon-god BOOGNISH, prompting them to form WEEN and assume the alter egos Dean and Gene Ween.
"We don't know what we're doing. We don't have a plan. We don't sit down and calculate it."
The Dead Milkmen were a satirical punk band formed in 1983 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The band consisted of Joe Jack Talcum (Joe Genaro; guitar, vocals), Dave Blood (Dave Schulthise; bass), Dean Clean (Dean Sabatino; drums), and Rodney Anonymous (Rodney Linderman; vocals, synth).
" (Pico) Would DM be called underground?
Dave Blood - Hard to say …
(spaghetti) Where are the best places to play in NYC?
Dave Blood - Times Square." (http://archives.deadmilkmen.com/)
27 Feb 2008
"I am the internet and I am the winternet. And they don't see nothing yet!"
- Lee Perry
... meets Capitalism in Dub
... meets the United States of America
... meets War
... meets the ball drop in Times Square
... meets Hollywood
... meets Texas
"My music represent God. And there is only one house on this earth that represent God, and that is my house. The house of Neptune, the true an’ living god. Merlin, the magic master, he give me the music sword named Excalibur. I am an extra-terrestrial, not from another planet but from heaven. My real name is Rainford Hugh Perry. And in the beginning there was the word ‘rain’. The word ‘rain’ take unto himself flesh and blood and become a living soul. I am a living soul. My name is R-A-I-N-ford. Do you understand?"
"I'm a miracle man, things happen which I don't plan, I've never planned anything. Whatsoever I do, I want it to be an instant action object, instant reaction subject. Instant input, instant output."
"It was only four tracks on the machine, but I was picking up twenty from the extra terrestrial squad."
- Lee 'Scratch' Perry
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Self-censorship is the act of censoring or classifying one's own work (blog, book(s), film(s), or other means of expression), out of fear or deference to the sensibilities of others without an authority directly pressuring one to do so. Self-censorship is often practiced by film producers, film directors, publishers, news anchors, journalists, musicians, and other kinds of authors .In authoritarian countries, creators of artworks may remove material that their government might find controversial for fear of sanction by their governments. In democratic countries, self-censorship can also occur, particularly in order to conform to the expectations of the market.
Last night, I discovered that Google has another new innovation, the ability to do a word search through blogs only...
so i typed in Trancesenddance, naturally.
The only entry that came up was one entry, entitled "A CALL TO THE CHRISTIAN RIGHT"
with an ASCII code illustration of a finger pointing at an asshole.
Seeing as how i have alot more to say on this blog than pointing out to assholes what an asshole is, i have decided to peruse this blog and remove any posts i have made that primarily concern the fears and paranoia that accompany the inner monologues of a maniac trapped by a fascist government.
Seeing as how i am Still, after 4 YEARS in litigation against my politically motivated arrest at the RNC in NYC in 2004 (before Bush stole his second election) i feel morally obligated to make these intentions public knowledge BEFORE i begin to remove posts.
i will not remove any today, but i may tomorrow or any other time i feel so moved...
So if the same Christian Fanatics that restrict Google from a legitimate search of my blog
would care to highlight any other sections, now is the time.
26 Feb 2008
Senoras y senoras, nosotros tenemos mas influencia con sus hijos que tu tiene
Ladies and Gentlemen, we have more influence with your children than you have
pero los queremos
but we love them...
Creado y regalo de Los Angeles
Created by, and a gift of the angels...
Ritual de lo Habitual (1990)
Here we go
is Gonna stop...
Save the conflict
For party conversation.
The world is loaded,
It's lit to pop and nobody ain't gonna stop...
Book wavers, Soul savers,
it's lit to pop and nobody ain't gonna stop.
(to get control of a mind like that...)
One come a day, the water will run,
No man will stand for the things that he had done...
And the water will run...
One come a day, the water will run,
No man will stand for the things that he has done...
And the water will run...
it Will Run! oh
it Will Run! oh
Give back that automobile,
Turn off that smokestack
Get off that goddamn radio
Hum... along with me...
Hum along with the t.v.
oh oh, oh,Oh No...
United States Bill of Rights
|“||Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.||”|
“Without game, men prey on each other.” ~Perry Farrell
In the United States, freedom of religion is a constitutionally guaranteed right provided in the religion clauses of the First Amendment.
Fascism and War are afraid of dialogue and understanding.
Every fear we can have of our future has already visited us through the Bush family... or the Clintons.
We have already had a crowned prince dress up like he was a warrior...
We have already watched our King have soul.
If my nation was involved in a jihad against transvestites i would love to see our next President dress in drag...
While evil warmongers use the yellow press to increase war profits and spread meaningless hysteria...
25 Feb 2008
~ Merle Haggard
Well here comes 2008 so get ready
"Sometimes we disagreed with the intelligence assessment. There were times when some people in the administration were really aggressive about raising the threat level, and we said, 'For that?!'" — Former Homeland Security Secretary Tom Ridge, May 2005
Last night Jon Stewart was cracking funny about everything from the next election to Adolph Hitler.
He is regarded as ultra-liberal by the media and most conservatives.
He has passively supported Israel repeatedly and continues to do so...
he has actively contributed to the media blackout on this important topic.
Oh wait, someone already has been, for years... just like Jimmy Carter (our first Born Again President)
allowing Ralph Nader to debate
and then letting him be the Vice Presidential candidate.
If accomplishments matter, then Al Gore beat George W and Ralph Nader beat them both.
It perplexed me at the time... and he is obviously correct (since he his God, after all) but I have come to disagree with him.
I am currently and utterly convinced that our next President should be an indigenous grandmother...
in particular Pauline Whitesinger.
She speaks less than 100 words of english, is widowed and lives without running water or electricity.
She is a healer... she is a medicine woman.
Our National government needs to learn humility and respect for a beautiful life...
and she can deliver.
Think of how much change will come when our State of the Union is being translated live from the tongue of the Dine'... the People.
A Fading History
The affected lands are now a vast, quiet and empty desert. In winter, snow dusts the juniper trees and sage. In summer, the heat can reach triple digits by early morning. Water is always the most precious commodity.
No coal has been mined here, as coal transportation costs, because of the remoteness of the area, have proved prohibitive. No more than a handful of Hopis has tried moving here despite their government's claim that this was a return of their homeland. And the Office of Navajo and Hopi Indian Relocation is planning to close down sometime in the next few years.
For Pauline Whitesinger and the U.S. and Hopi governments, it's a war of attrition now.
Whitesinger points to a post within her hogan.
"It needs to be repaired," she said. "But the Hopis won't allow me to cut the wood to get a new post. Whatever way they can to break our spirit, they have done that. We still experience a lot of hardship. And now it seems like we're forgotten."
In July 2003, Roberta Blackgoat died, and with her went not only Whitesinger's sister and closest friend, but also the primary voice of the resisters to the outside world.
"We used to be a team," Whitesinger said. "My sister used to bring her herd over here right before the summer heat, and we'd join our flocks and would graze them in the coolness."
Her words fade, and she puts her hands up to her face.
"When I was in shape, I didn't feel lonely out here," Whitesinger said. "I used to go visit my sister and my neighbors, and go herd sheep and look after the horses and cattle. But I got hurt, and since then I am more homebound and I feel the sense of loneliness now."
She looks out over the desert where she was born.
"It's quite obvious here [with what's happened] that we are going to lose the essence of ourselves, our language, the sense of kinship and who we are," Whitesinger said. "We are going to lose our connection to what we've been taught from the early days. Ceremony will be lost... our prayers, our way of life. There is a lot of history that was covered up. The essence of [our] time [here] covered up by the wind."
Every evening before darkness, as she is able, Whitesinger puts her sheep into pens made of juniper branches, wire and broken wooden pallets, with mattress frames stripped to their springs as gates.
She still tends to her free-roaming horses when they return for the water that is trucked in. She still goes to her woodpile for the branches to keep the fire going in her hogan.
And every evening, Whitesinger finishes the prayer that she starts that morning.
"I make an offering with the yellow cornmeal to the yellow folding of the evening," she said. "I pray to anything and everything that is holy around here. I pray for harmony and peace and that there be compassion and understanding by any and all about our situation here. I pray for an end to the disharmony that is caused by man."
22 Feb 2008
rises a nervous and humble freedom fighter!
Live in the flesh for all to see... Vice Man!!!
a.k.a. Artie Lange.
This proud indigenous native of New Jersey fearlessy exposed the addictions and angst that currently dominate his life.
Perhaps it was the coveted job he holds on satellite radio (currently unregulated by the U.S. Government)
or his friendship with Howard Stern (King of All Media)
that allowed his honesty.
Perhaps it was his Catholic need for confession...
Perhaps it was the impending eclipse of the moon...
In joking about cocaine and heroin he made it clear that they were not funny things.
In dismissing his bookie as a normal guy he established his relationship with organized crime.
In envying Randy Jackson, he showed us how awkward fame feels for him.
He looked unhealthy, uneasy and confident.
He is a perfect metaphor for our nation...
even though he is being more honest about his private life than our government is about our public one.
20 Feb 2008
“One very important aspect of motivation is the willingness to stop and to look at things that no one else has bothered to look at. This simple process of focusing on things that are normally taken for granted is a powerful source of creativity...” Edward de Bono quotes
“In all affairs it's a healthy thing now and then to hang a question mark on the things you have long taken for granted.” Bertrand Russell quotes
take for granted
18 Feb 2008
DECLARATION AGAINST THE NORTH AMERICAN FREE TRADE AGREEMENT AND THE MIGRAcommunity organizing | international | zapatismo
To All Communities in Resistance to Exploitation and Oppression.
To All Communities in Struggle for Indigenous Peoples’ Dignity and
To All Communities of the World.
We are the Frente Contra las Redadas del Condado de Ventura . We are a network of organizations, collectives and individuals that was formed in 2007, when Union del Barrio, one of the oldest Mexican Liberation organizations north of the U.S./Mexico border called for broad unity and organized resistance against the increased racist laws and Migra-terror against migrants.
Today, January 1st 2008 the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) enters its final stage of implementation. NAFTA, since its inception, was designed to help the rich U.S. Agriculture and Industrial Corporations take over the markets of Mexico and destroy the small farms and national industries. It has caused millions of displaced or unemployed Raza to move to the cities or migrate to what today is the United States and Canada .
According to America’s Policy Program analysts, “Every hour, Mexico imports $1.5 million dollars worth of agricultural and food products, almost all from the United States” While, “In that same hour, 30 people—men, women, and children—leave their homes in the Mexican countryside to take up the most dangerous journey of their lives—as migrants to the United States.” ( America ’s Policy Program Congressional Briefing, “Standing Up to NAFTA”)
For the rich this is good news, but for us, the working poor, it signals more poverty, more repression, and more death. This is why we resist. We resist the oppression and exploitation of our work, our lands, our community, and of our dignity.
Every year over 400 people die crossing the U.S./Mexico border, a border that each day is more militarized. Every day this Wall of Death stretches onward, inch by inch, and everyday more Migra agents are added to the ranks, signed ujp to terrorize and chase down workers like hunted animals. Every day, some racist politician or their lackey, conjures up new legal ways to implement their laws of oppression against migrants, against the workers that come across the
Wall of Death.
The Migra has unleashed a wave of repression against migrants, against workers, men, women and children with laws and plans like Operation Gatekeeper, a plan that forces migrants to cross the border through the deserts to die. At the same time, another vicious plan to repress us is Operation Endgame, a plan that aims to deport 12 million undocumented workers out of the United States by the year 2012.
The cycle of fear and death continues and now the very same campesinos that are forced off our lands in Oaxaca, Guerrero, Chiapas, and other areas of Mexico, are here in the barrios of the United States, waking up at 4 a.m. everyday, to go pick the same crops that are shipped off around the world, making those at the top richer, while we at the bottom get poorer.
Just as our brothers and sisters, the Zapatistas, descended down from the Chiapas Lacandon Jungle on the eve of 1994 when the first phase of NAFTA was implemented, we today, fourteen years later, on this eve of 2008, in one of the oldest Mexican barrios in California , el Barrio de La Colonia, declare Ya Basta! Enough is Enough! We call on all those that stand on the side of humanity to join us and fight for justice and dignity.
We will organize for the next four months in preparation for our March for Dignity that will take place on International Workers’ Day, May 1, 2008 in Colonia Park , here in the city of Oxnard . Meet us here, march with us. If you cannot come, organize a March for Dignity in your community, wherever you are.
But as we march, we must understand that we cannot just march for one day or believe that politicians will solve our problems. We must organize ourselves. As our Zapatista sisters and brothers said in the First Declaration of the Lacandon Jungle, we must organize and struggle for work, land, housing, food, health care, education, independence, freedom, democracy, justice and peace.
We are in the same struggle as our Chiapaneco brothers and sisters, because we are, as we said loud and clear in the Mega-Marchas of 2006 against the racist law HR-4437, One People Without Borders!
Stop NAFTA! Stop Migra-Terror!
El Pueblo Unido! Jamas Sera Vencido!
Frente Contra Las Redadas del Condado del Ventura
January 1, 2008
Chumash Peoples’ Territory
10 Feb 2008
(This interview was originally published in The New York Times Magazine, April 8, 1979
What’s the puzzle
The Athens of Socrates’s time has gone down in history as the very place where democracy and freedom of speech were born. Yet that city put Socrates, its most famous philosopher, to death. Presumably this was because it citizens did not like what he was teaching. Yet he had been teaching there all his life, unmolested. Why did they wait until he was 70, and had only a few years to live, before executing him
Why should this fascinate an old Washington muckraker like you
Because it’s a black eye for all I believe in, for democracy and free speech. Anyone who starts out to study the problem of free speech in depth – as I did after ill health forced me to give up my Weekly – is irresistibly drawn back to ancient Athens, where it all began
Isn’t that pretty far from home base, from current concerns and difficulties
Not really. All our basic problems are there in miniature. I fell in love with the Athenians and the participatory democracy they developed. Free discussion was the rule everywhere – in the Assembly, the law courts, the theatre, and the gymnasiums where they spent much of their leisure. Free speech – what the Greeks called parrhasia – was as much taken for granted as breathing
But then I was stopped, or stumped, by this contradictory and traumatic spectacle of what they did to Socrates. These people and this city, to which I look back for inspiration – how could they have condemned this philosopher to death? How could so blatant a violation of free speech occur in a city that prided itself on freedom of inquiry and expression
But why should we care at this late date
Because Plato turned the trial of his master, Socrates, into a trial of Athens and of democracy. He used it to demonstrate that the common people were too ignorant, benighted and fickle to entrust with political power. In Plato’s "Apology," the contrast drawn between the nobility of Socrates and the grim verdict of his juror-judges indicted democracy in the eyes of posterity. And thanks to his genius, no other trial except that of Jesus has so captured the imagination of Western man
Plato made Socrates the secular martyred saint of the struggle against democracy. He stigmatized it as "mobocracy." Yet this was the very same "mob" which applauded the anti-war plays of Aristophanes when Athens was fighting for its life against Sparta. (No such antiwar plays were allowed, by either side, during our last two World Wars). This was the same "mob" whose eagerness for new ideas, and its readiness to hear them, drew philosophers from all over the ancient world. It made Athens – in the proud words of Pericles – "the school of Hellas," the university of the Greek world. It is the high repute of Athens that makes the trial of Socrates so puzzling
Do we know the actual charges against Socrates
There were two charges: first, that Socrates violated the law by "refusing to do reverence to the gods recognized by the city, and introducing other new divinities," and second, by "corrupting the youth." But we do not have the text of the laws on which these charges were based, nor the specific allegations
So we do not know just what Socrates is supposed to have said or done that made him seem disrespectful of the city gods. Nor do we know what was meant by the charge of corrupting the youth. Under Athenian legal procedure such specifics were required in a preliminary complaint and hearing before a magistrate, who then decided whether the allegations and the evidence were sufficient to warrant a trial. But we have no account of this preliminary procedure, the equivalent of our grand jury
I. F. Stone
AKA Isador Feinstein
9 Feb 2008
while men, women and children are dying in Iraq
and Osama continues to wage his jihad
and so does King George the Lesser
Peace is in opposition to war. If ten people want Peace and protest war, then challenge the war by taking to the street... and attack the war by kissing each other and creating a public spectacle of their love and peace
Is this an illegal act?
Is this treason?
Is this a punishable act?
Should the participants be fingerprinted and fined?
What is being threatened here?
Where is the enemy in this situation?
Who controls the power of that expression of religion, philosophy, freedom, discipline?
Who is the judge?
Those kissers would be living in a world relegated subservient to the needs of a System that supports and creates War. Through aristocratic tyranny
this was all found by me approximately 5 minutes ago by doing a Google search for "Mark Leyes
Request for basic honesty at the
Oaxaca Lending Library
Oaxaca Study-Action Group expelled
from Oaxaca Lending Library: anonymous accusations lead to ouster
(( Anonymous Ouster = Mark Leyes
The group OSAG began at the end of 2005, fully four and a half months before Oaxaca State Education Workers initiated their strike on 15 May 2006. Its description, on its Yahoo discussion Groups website , is:
The Oaxaca Study Action Group (OSAG) is an international non-governmental network in solidarity with the communities of Oaxaca. OSAG's network communicates with thousands of people around the world, by using the internet and personal contacts. OSAG is a part of civil society, not affiliated with any government or political party
OSAG is open to all who wish to participate. There is no formal structure. At the weekly meetings in Oaxaca, which are always publicly announced, whoever attends is welcome to take part. For attendance, there is no “membership”, no fees, nor any other requirements except the obvious one of being in Oaxaca and deciding to attend a particular meeting. Participation is completely fluid. Most activity occurs via the Yahoo discussion Groups website, where the first message was on 15 July, indicating mid-July as the time that the website was initiated (I was in the U.S. at that time, when people here set it up
OSAG’s function has been, and continues to be, providing a reliable source of information about current events in Oaxaca. The material in this posting is primarily to serve as a record of some of the events surrounding OSAG’s expulsion from the OLL, allegedly because of illegal activities that could subject some of us to deportation. If a move should occur to deport Nancy and/or me from Mexico, which I don't anticipate, this information will be publicly available
"...a planned meeting was cancelled the day it was to be held because, if the grapevine news reached me correctly, one nasty and anonymous letter was received by the library objecting to the meeting
I telephoned David Monday night to ask whether he had confirmed that the statements attributed to Mark Leyes in the anonymous letter had indeed been those of the Consular agent. He had not. He had simply acted to "cancel" the welcome OSAG had previously had to hold its regular meetings at the library, on the basis of that letter. He said he had no idea who the author(s) was/were
I have confirmed that Mark Leyes did indeed write that email.
[According to Mark Leyes, who I spoke to later that morning, David had not contacted him. Thus David's claimed "confirmation" was suspect, since the only person who could really confirm it was Mark Leyes
In fact, when challenged, I would point out that I had attended the prior meeting, 24 August, at which the Consular agent, Mark Leyes, said that participation in Mexican politics by foreigners was not permitted, but that reading, writing and discussing, regardless of the subject under consideration was not contrary to Mexican law
On the morning of 19 Sept I met in the U.S. Consular office with the Consular agent, Mark Leyes. In our meeting of over 45 minutes, during which he did well over half the talking, he acknowledged that the material attributed to him (contained in ) was indeed his, but repeatedly asserted that he was extremely disturbed by the publication of his private opinions regarding the possibility of action by the Mexican government (opinions with which I agree) were made public by someone so concerned about privacy that the correspondent had remained anonymous. And that his private views were used unscrupuously to make it appear that the library acted against OSAG on grounds provided by the Consular agent. He claimed to be (I at that time thought honestly) very disturbed by that misuse, and said his first impulse had been to ignore the anonymous e-mail, which he said he regretted not having done
In the OLL website, at http://www.oaxlibrary.com/ , Bill Pumphrey had in his "10 Centavos Worth..." column, "Mark Leyes, the U.S. Consular Agent in Oaxaca, met with the Board recently. He said at that time he did not see any reason why foreigners should leave Oaxaca. He urged foreigners to keep a low profile, stay inside at night, and avoid any visible, direct participation in Mexican politics such as the marches. Foreigners have been deported for participating in protest parades
"The local U.S. consul, Mark Leyes, warned Americans that he would not be able to help them out if they got caught up in the maelstrom
It wasn't a good time for inexperienced foreigners. URO's people were checking the guest lists at the hostels for "inconvenient" internationals. Immigration authorities threatened extranjeros with deportation if they joined the protests. The local US consul, Mark Leyes, warned Americans that he would not be able to help them out if they got caught up in the maelstrom.
And as a final note, the eighteen-year-old son of the American Consul was robbed and stabbed in his side. Surgery was required; he will probably be okay. Mark Leyes, the consul for the United States for several years, said that it could have happened to anyone. "I consider this to be the result of a common crime that could have happened anywhere and to anyone," Leyes said. (The boy holds dual citizenship.) Leyes stated, “There were no threats, no message for the media, just three young guys dressed in black who attacked him, beat him up and fled
Last week the United States State Department renewed its warning about visiting Oaxaca because of the climate of violence caused by the political–social conflict. LEYES denied that the assault on his son had anything to do with the political-social conflict. Just a common crime, like many others. The disco is called El Circo. To my recollection it recently was cited in Noticias for its lack of police supervision and the ongoing presence of drug dealers and prostitutes
The Zapatistas learned to listen, and to use the weapon of silence. The Mayan peoples, their backbone, taught them
A Because they wear masks
Q Why do they wear masks
A To render them visible
Before the mask, people would look through them as if they weren't there, like poor and dispossessed people everywhere
Just like in New Orleans, but for the interlude of the hurricane's visit. Just like in every city in the United States, all the time
Marcos urged aboriginal peoples in the United States [he would, no doubt, also urge those in Canada] to join with the Zapatistas to carry out their destiny and mission as Guardians of the Earth
Unmasking the American State—making visible the poor and dispossessed
This is a destiny and mission with much potential"For us, nothing; for everyone, everything" may yet find purchase north of the border
White Light Black Light
"If you love wealth more than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, depart from us in peace. We ask not your counsel nor your arms. Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you. May your chains rest lightly upon you and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen." Samuel Adams, (1722-1803
For four years now I have patiently worked within our Legal System to defend my rights as a citizen of the U.S.A. I have followed the advice of lawyers to the best of my abilities every step of the way and acted with as much patience and understanding as has been humanly possible. My case has been delayed for so long that another RNC approaches and the injustices inflicted upon me at the last one remain completely unresolved.
I will now list the specific instances of fascist action that have been done to me since I stood on a sidewalk in Times Square, NYC after a Peace March, with a sign that said "BRING OUR TROOPS HOME NOW" on one side and had a picture of Bush on the other side, giving US the finger.
I believe, with God as my Witness, that these actions are the result of a treasonous cabal of fanatical Christian white men, with the ultimate responsibilities resting squarely on the shoulders of an unholy trinity... Prescott Sheldon Bush, George Herbert Walker Bush and George Walker Bush. As a family they have done business with the Nazi Regime, taken control of the C.I.A. and the global illegal drug trade, stolen an election and begun a false war.
1~ I was not permitted entry to the RNC because of my refusal to sign a loyalty oath to the Republican National Party.
2~ I and all those gathered to protest the RNC were refused a site to publicly gather, specifically Central Park and/or Times Square.
3~ The N.Y.P.D. was ordered to be a menacing presence at every organized protest I attended... including drawn batons and the display of large numbers of handcuffs.When they interacted with protestors they used undercover agents and provoked violence.
4~ After illegally arresting civilians who exercised freedom of Religion and Expression, the N.Y.P.D. took us to a specifically designed facility that punished us chemically, emotionally and morally.
5~ After releasing me from incarceration I was ordered by a judge to not be arrested at any other political gatherings for six months, or face harsher punishment.
6~After bringing a lawsuit against my illegal arrest I became legally bound to report to the State legal defense team any statements or discussions I have ever made regarding my arrest.
Every one of these injustices has been thrust upon me by a system of Law and Government that was created to protect me, not persecute me.
I write this letter against the advice of my family and legal representative...
I write this letter because I have already lost my freedom and I fight peaceably for a righteous future.
As an American child I was repeatedly told that Nazi German guards were not morally accountable for sending people to their deaths in a systematic Holocaust.
I do not hold the N.Y.P.D. morally responsible for my arrest.
True Patriotism involves the ability and freedom to criticize governmental action in a rational and peaceful manner.
When the Government lacks rationality and peace, it is time for revolutionary change.
I have lived every moment of my life since the arrest as the subject of an oppressive system.
By this public declaration and appeal to reason and justice, I am making one small motion towards a return to civility and natural order. Being a natural born citizen of the United States of America and the proud son of at least three generations of U.S. Military warriors...
I have had the privelage of living with, loving and respecting not only the homeless folk of my hometown but also soldiers and Marines from ranks Private to Colonel. Family friends include Admirals and undercover F.B.I. agents. One of my best friends in college was the son of one of the Cold War Directors of the C.I.A. I have spent a weekend in Virginia hearing stories of low altitude helicopter surveillance in Central America by the N.S.A. and A.T.F. An Iraq War Veteran and Officer married my little sister.
I have friends that are judges and lawyers.
One inalienable fact of being an American Citizen is that I have the right to hold opinions that none of those people agree with.
As long as I respect the laws of the land and work towards peace and growth, our entire system of Government and Law has been created to protect and defend me in the pursuit of my dreams.
That is why we have a military, to defend that for all of us now and for all those to come after. Only the defense of this freedom is a just cause for war.
Our treasonous leaders have blocked global initiatives for dismantling nuclear armaments, making peace treaties and working for a healthier ecology.
Our treasonous court system has repeatedly not honored agreements and treaties made with Indigenous cultures across the entire world.
Representatives of the treasonous U.S. Government have investigated every possible aspect of my life, public and private. My personal belongings have been unpacked and searched. I have been deported by the U.S. Consulate in Oaxaca, Mexico by a U.S. Government agent named Mark Leyes not once, but twice.
I have been fingerprinted, incarcerated and forced to endure four years of a still unresolved court case.
I ask you, a jury of my peers, to address my grievances and help create a world where this never has to happen to anyone else
and those responsible for this illegitimate situation need to be stopped and punished...
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Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love