Pass it around... Kinda speaks to Copenhagen in one voice...
I was wondering what it must be like to live outside the us. This letter to me from Kevy came from New Zealand, so I thought to show support for Copenhagen, I would pass around so we share our experience with each other.
I passed it to South Africa, and my dear friend with the following request: What is it like where you live? We always awful stories about South African apartheid, but look at we treat each other in the States?
But I wound up here...
At the same time we have audacity to go abroad to police the world while we simultaneously deplete their natural resources, exploit their values, destroy their economies and their ability to become sustainable as indigenous cultures.
In doing so, they become enslaved to our corrupt economy that is run by a few elite corporations. The blue chips that profit thrive during times of war and desperation. The corporation feeds off the poverty and hunger.
Through poverty, neglect, and poor living conditions they become dependent upon an artificial culture that is unhealthy and impure.
The indigenous are fed then artificial diet and toxins are introduced into the natural environment causing illness and disease.
Because it was the corporation that first introduced the substance into the natural environment, it is only natural that corporation holds the cure.
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In the future, the prosecutors argued, "other officers...may take their cue from the sentencings of cooperators." Unswayed, Federal Judge Robert Gawthrop slammed the cops with the maximum mandated by the federal sentencing guidelines--and Blondie with even more. The result has been exactly what the government feared: only four other officers have fallen. "They took the cue all right," says a senior FBI official. "No one's talking. And even if they do, the history of these kinds of scandals is that cops go right back to acting as they always have when the dust settles, because the pressure they most feel is the pressure to produce results, the constant demand to get the job done."
McGuire believes the pressure inevitably forces cops to make up some of their own rules. "Most of the kind of stuff [Blondie and the others] did was in the vast gray area that represents the real nuances of police work," he says. "We've all faced these things; we all have our own personal lines."
And Blondie, now in the second year of his 13-year sentence? He remains a stranger to remorse: "We didn't invent the system, or the ways to scam it to do the job. We inherited it. We were its custodians. Now others are."
The APPEAL had given me for the thirteen months I actually believed somebody was listening. WRONG AGAIN! That false strength I kept in reserve to keep going was the part of me that needed to believe that I haven't lost everything. It gave a false sense that somebody was actually listening.
I WAS WRONG....
So listen carefully, my friends. It was not too long ago that I had almost everything a young person needs to succeed in this world.
Or maybe not. As for my most current insurance dispute... I feel that I have done everything humanly possible to be sympathetic towards health care provider who is NOT providing care. I cannot sacrifice my own well being for every bright eyed bushy tailed wanna be who is too stupid to see that I am far from.
I had such a battle this week. It culminated in the end like every other battle I have taken on. I only won because ultimately but we are all losing.
For every under qualified, health care provider who has NOT provided the adequate, there are many more like me. Alienated just enough to give up on fashion, etiquette and social norms; but not enough to walk away from it all.
We are keeping watch. We are taking names, and I for one do not give a rat's ass about "keeping the peace." So welcome to this world you helped create. This is where I live. In CyberSpace. So even though I can't get an account, pay any bills, watch television or even use a real computer or find a job without internet, I'll find my missing piece. And I did. I am writer. I am a researcher. I am a human being that is gonna fuck with your world the same way you fucked my mine. Bring it on Daddy. I've been waiting to see what the ultmate power play will be.
With love from your youngest daughter, the one who never accomplished a single thiing in herr entire lfe, well I accomplished this. And I managed to live to be 37 years old. That is the same age you were the last time I stepped foot in your home, and walked out of your lives for what was supposed to be forever.
Having been on both sides if the proverbial couch, I have the perspective is both enlightening and scary at the same time.
I look back and want to say shout "told you so" from the nearest roof top.
kRaZy is crazy does... out loud. I may be enjoying this just a little too much.
Sometimes I try to look at this fight, (I meant to say this life) objectively.
I can see my own future, and I can see where it is taking me. I know how it will end if I don't keep up the pace.
It is amazing at how far we will go to have nothing at all.
I have come this far, and on some level I almost enjoy the dance. No. On some level, I actually love the dance.
But then there are days like this.
Because without this turmoil, this exercise in futility, absurdity, government waste, bureaucracy, irreverent disregard for basic human kindness, decency and humanity: and all long to go to the kind of place I hear about from through ignorant innocents. Children who have never known the type of pain and cruelty that exists in the real world.
He speaks of a place called Never land. You see, I don't know the story of Peter Pan, Captain Hook, and I have no idea who Wendy is. Of course I've heard of Tink (though I hear she is a pain in the ass ;) but only because I like glitter pens and fairy dust. I don't know these things, because I don't know the innocence, the purity, the make believe world of childhood. I never had one.
I knew cruelty... and though I am not cruel, this is who I am at this very moment: Dark, discouraged, and deeply disappointed.
What if this is all that there is for me? If I can never break free from this cycle of insanity, and trust me when I say the insanity I speak of is NOT in my head. We have all heard the expression insanity is the sane response to insane surroundings; let me assure that there are very few cases that rival mine. I am the stuff psychologists, sociologists, and the occult speak of behind closed doors. My sister and I were raised this way. She may be a lawyer, she may have good credit, she may have a lot of things, but while my father took me to see the same shrink that treated Jack Danton, David Shapiro, possibly even Milken, Drexel Lambert and other nefarious white collar criminals, my father took my sister to see a psychiatrist who specialized in serial killers. What a message that sends... message received.
Mastronardo (note: Mastronardo is the son-in-law of the infamous Mayor Frank Rizzo who is best known for historic tales of systemic corruption in Philadelphia) FEDS BUST N.J. TRADER IN $1B SCAM
So I wonder, and you should too... did he take us there to be healed or did he take us there to create our futures? I will never be good enough for him. Thank god jesus allah and the power invested in this little stupid wifi device... his vision of us, his vision of U.S. is wrong.
I know this now. I didn't know then. I have proof now. I hardly even need it. It all out in the open and I am glad. Never again should the FBI create hatred, men so indoctrinated by power that they have such little regard for human life that they treat their children the same way they treated John Africa and the thirteen members of MOVE the day the Powers That Beat decided it was long overdue to take John Africa out. So what if thirteen people died with him... who cares about the 5 children who died along with him?
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire. We don't need no water let the mother fucker burn, Burn, mother fucker, burn. The Roof is on Fire by Bloodhound Gang
Burned forever in my mind and it should be in yours too.
OUR COUNTRY.
OUR PEOPLE.
OUR GOVERNMENT.
FUCK YOU AMERICA! FUCK THE US FOR FUCKING US ALL! But thank you daddy for letting me in on the secret. Now it is my turn.
What else would call if not the City of Brotherly Love? I do. Because my daddy told me to shoot them ya know... just in case. Daddy lost his first and only trial and the CITY of Philadelphia decided it was time to take him out.
What if I have nothing left? What if the Hook does NOT bring me back?
This demonstration and project in futility and determination has defined me for so long, that without it, I'm not sure if I am anything at all.
fuck that... yeah... Reality Bytes. But I won't play dead, and I won't pretend my name is not Elyssa. My Daddy changed his; and my gold-digging bitch of a mother changed hers so many times I can't even keep up with the bitch. Through in 1/4 mil in "cosmetic surgery" and tattoos on her eyelids lips and some lazar and and derma crap stuff, no wonder she looks like a million bucks.
Dad The one she couldn't hold on to. And she blames it all on me. Ironically, so does he.
Yes, Reality Bytes. The Roof is On Fire
Mumia is STILL on death row.
The 39th District is corrupt to the core.
The MAYOR dropped the bomb. May 13, 1985.
No longer sealed. I am no longer hiding.
Now I know, why my life stopped when it was about to start.
I know the truth. And the feds know I'm “certifiable!” What I would like to know is, what is their excuse?
So you decide...
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Philadelphia D.A.'s pick for top detective oversaw 'Tainted' corrupt unit.
HOLY CRAP! THIS WAS MADE FOR ME! NEXT I LOOK FOR The Sneetches
The Boy With A Problem
Whoooooooooooooosh! for now... let's leave on a good note! And will someone, anyone, please send some tech support. I've paid my dues. I'll keep on paying. ~Dixie Chicks
~~~~~this where I must break~~~ all in due time my friends~~~~
I can't lose what I never had. I won’t be another sell-out... mostly because I don't know how.
I am then the voice of perseverance. I am one voice of perseverance. I am one of 47 million Americans. And today I am still fighting the good fight.
This battle; this challenge; this half won war has come to define me. And without that, I am not really much of anything at all...
As someone once told me, if you don’t stand for something, you will fall for anything. I've already fallen, but I sure as shit stand for something.
"...so for now, I write. Maybe later read. I am always listening. But if there is any justice left in this world, maybe someday, I might actually live."
That's all for now, folks. I think I'll tweet a bit. I think I've earned it the right to play a little. Can't go anywhere anyway. License suspended (thanks again dad! You can manage to move 1.3 million dollars into two separate trust funds offshore within one hour of TRO, but you couldn't authorize Frank to transfer $4.50 into my Bank of America account before I got saddled with several thousand dollars in court fees and collection agencies?
22 days to hand over the $4.50 I needed to avoid eviction osing all my "stuff" again and sleeping in my car at at gas stations in the for almost 8 months?
ahhh..... now I get it! You want me to lose everything. How long have you know?
Certainly it was Adam Dread who called your attention to this site, but before then you always wanted me to just be gone. Why not just let me go?
