20050330

I sAiD LOVE is.. . .. what I gOt


So to anybody even trying to follow this blog, my sincere appologies. I've been caught up in life and circumstantial events. I really do LOVE you, I do.. . . and I LOVE everyone in the world. Now I hope that that last bit doesn't take away from the fact that i told you I LOVE you, but rather that you can sense how much LOVE I've got for everyone.

Awww ww, wasn't that nice. Now everyone give everybody a hug, and let's go out and change the world. After you finish reading this post ofcourse. you don't really have to go right now. maybe in like ten.

So what have I been up to? good ask.

hmmm ok, how to answer that without misleading you or overdetailing everything. Anybody out there a fan of Momento?? me too

Last night I was at a study session with the main group I volunteer with Development and Peace, and right now were studying (learning) one of the works of Paulo Freire - Pedagogy of the Oppressed. It's takes you through a process of recognizing that there are those in this world who are oppressed, and those who are the oppressors. Now before you plug your ears and start going La LA LA La La, I also think that majority of us (if you are reading this you have internet access and are probably not suffering of malnutrition and probably could go somewhere called home and sleep on a relatively comfortable bed) lie within a group that is both oppressed and an oppressor. Through our lifestyle and by actively being part of a North American / European-like society we are reaping benefits which derive from the exploitation of past, and of current nations. Our lifestyle would not be able to exist in the form it does, if we did not piggy back on these countries.

To illustrate that.

Say you one day realized.. . HEY, you know what. Life is pretty good. I like the fact that I can wake up in the morning, take a shower, pick out clothes to wear, eat breakfast, get in a car and drive on a road to work (take the bus and go to school), do a whole bunch of day time activities, come home, have dinner, decide if I would like to go watch a movie, go for a drink, go rock climbing, read a book, learn to play the violin... . and Hey! I want everyone in the world to have that same opportunity, to live a day just as I have today.

So if you decide you wanted to export our lifestyle out to the whole world, in some sense of equality, it wouldn't be possible. The only way we can have this lifestyle is by greatly taking advantage of whole nations around the world. This is done by supporting dictatorships that let us have access to their wealth for free, economically manipulating countries to take their resources and livelihood, by having unfair free trade agreements that exploit people and disregard national laws, and through other ways, or a combination of several ways.

By living absent mindedly, distracted, consumed in gratification and pleasure.. . . or even by just scraping by, we are accepting this system of living and are agreeing to its existence as it is and more damaging even we are actively contributing to it, therefore fortifying it and perpetuating it.

Now here is were we become the oppressed.
Does our society raise, breed, foster, a society who is courageous, critically analytical, historically knowledgeable.... . . a person who is a free thinker, a leader, a creative problem solver who is concerned with the well being of everyone else?
OR
Does our society endorse, promote, instill: mistrust, ignorance, mis-information, individualism, and under false pretenses creates people who are self conscious, unknowing of reality (unaware), reactionary, unconcern (de-sensitized), who love to be led and fed lies.

And is this systematic? Are we to all be leaders and all be buisnessmen... . or are we to be followers and workers.

Does our government really represent us. .. . or do we just accept that they are, and we shape to their ideas. Is there true communication between the people and their 'leaders' ??


In school, as children, we don't learn about the true history of humanity, but rather we learn certain aspects of history-- in a way that will instill certain beliefs and values, that will later be used to control us. Our society is largely based on control of information and of one another.

We must realize this and stop being oppressors. Stop supporting oppressive ways of life, and furthermore join in solidarity with all whom are oppressed and work towards building a new world that has never existed.

When I began philosophically thinkin about what the meaning of life is, nothin I had learned made any sense. until I concluded that our life is a gift, and that purpose of life is to live.

We must create a new world that has never existed. A world where everyone has an equal opportunity to live. no hidden meaning behind that.

One Love for everything. And much peace to you all.

and to add to that .... . . . . check out this http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/04355/429620.stm">aRtiCLe

20050318

Global Day of Action.... . . Tomorrow!!

Hello everyone. Tomorrow is the Global Day of Action, and depending on where you are in the world this may take different forms. Luckily, but very unforunately so at the same time, I live in a place where poeple are mostly apathetic and misinformed, so we do not pose a threat with our actions and we will not be the one's leading the revolution in times to come. but things may change and only time will tell.

If you believe in PEACE and are willing to stand up for it, please do something about it tomorrow. Millions of others will also be doing this tomorrow, showing that we do not agree with the world today, that we do care, and that we are willing to take action.

The following is something I got off of Democracy Now! (www.democracynow.org) and I would link to it, but by posting it, I hope you begin to read it, and find that you can not stop... . . . . If this is how things are 'here' can you imagine how it is 'there'?? ? ? please do think about it. Grab courage. And take action.

The FTAA meeting was held in Miami one or two years ago. I think it was last year, but you want to know more about these corrupt, immoral free trade agreements, please look it up your self... .Talk to a friend. read a book.


THE MIAMI MODEL
Paramilitaries, Embedded Journalists and Illegal Protests.
Think This is Iraq? It's Your Country

By Jeremy Scahill
MIAMI, Nov. 24 - We were loading our video equipment into the trunk of our car when a fleet of bicycle cops sped up and formed a semi-circle around us. The lead cop was none other than Miami Police Chief John Timoney. The former Police Commissioner of Philadelphia Timoney has a reputation for brutality and hatred of protesters of any kind. He calls them "punks", "knuckleheads" and a whole slew of expletives. He coordinated the brutal police response to the mass-protests at the Republican National Convention in Philadelphia in 2000. After a brief stint in the private sector, Timoney took the post of Miami police chief as part of Mayor Manny Diaz's efforts to "clean up the department."


We had watched him the night before on the local news in Miami praising his men for the restraint they had shown in the face of violent anarchists intent on destroying the city. In reality, the tens of thousands who gathered in Miami to protest the ministerial meetings of the Free Trade Area of the Americas summit were seeking to peacefully demonstrate against what they consider to be a deadly expansion of NAFTA and US-led policies of free trade. There were environmental groups, labor unions, indigenous activists from across the hemisphere, church groups, grassroots organizations, students and many others in the streets. What they encountered as they assembled outside the gates to the building housing the FTAA talks was nothing short of a police riot. It only took a few hours last Thursday before downtown Miami looked like a city under martial law.

On the news, Chief Timoney spoke in sober tones about the tear gas that demonstrators fired at his officers. No, that is not a typo. Timoney said the protesters were the ones launching the tear gas. He also said the demonstrators had hurled "missiles" at the police. "I got a lot of tear gas," Timoney said. "We all got gassed. They were loaded to the hilt. A lot of missiles, bottles, rocks, tear gas from the radicals."

Seeing Timoney up close and personal evokes this image of Mayor Daley at the '68 Democratic Convention ordering his men to shoot protesters on sight. He is that kind of guy.

Back at our car, Timoney hopped off his bike as a police cameraman recorded his every move. It all had the feel of being on an episode of COPS. He demanded the license and registration for the car. Our colleague Norm Stockwell of community radio station WORT in Madison, Wisconsin gave him his license. We informed him we were journalists. One of his men grabbed Norm's press pass, looking it over as though it was a fake. They looked at all of us with nasty snares before getting back on their bikes and preparing to continue on to further protect Miami. Timoney gave us this look that said, you got away this time but I'll be back. You could tell he was pissed off that we weren't anarchists (as far as he knew).

As Timoney was talking with his men, one of the guys on the bikes approached us with a notepad. "Can I have your names?" he asked.

I thought he was a police officer preparing a report. He had on a Miami police polo shirt, just like Timoney's. He had a Miami police bike helmet, just like Timoney's. He had a bike, just like Timoney's. In fact there was only one small detail that separated him from TimoneyÑa small badge around his neck identifying him as a reporter with the Miami Herald.
He was embedded with Chief Timoney.*
That reporter was one of dozens who were embedded with the Miami forces (it's hard to call them police), deployed to protect the FTAA ministerial meetings from thousands of unarmed protesters. In another incident, we saw a Miami Herald photographer who had somehow gotten pushed onto the "protesters side" of a standoff with the police. He was behind a line of young kids who had locked arms to try and prevent the police from advancing and attacking the crowds outside of the Inter-Continental Hotel. He was shouting at the kids to move so he could get back to the safe side. The protesters ignored him and continued with their blockade.


The photographer grew angrier and angrier before he began hitting one of the young kids on the line. He punched him in the back of the head before other journalists grabbed him and calmed him down. His colleagues seemed shocked at the conduct. He was a big, big guy and was wearing a bulletproof vest and a police issued riot helmet, but I really think he was scared of the skinny, dreadlocked bandana clad protesters. He had this look of panic on his face, like he had been in a scuffle with the Viet Cong.

Watching the embedded journalists on Miami TV was quite entertaining. They spoke of venturing into Protesterland as though they were entering a secret al Qaeda headquarters in the mountains of Afghanistan. Interviews with protest leaders were sort of like the secret bin Laden tapes. There was something risque, even sexy about having the courage to venture over to the convergence space (the epicenter of protest organizing at the FTAA) and the Independent Media Center. Several reporters told of brushes they had with "the protesters." One reporter was quite shaken after a group of "anarchists" slashed her news van's tires and wrote the word "propaganda" across the side door. She feared for the life of her cameraman, she somberly told the anchor back in the studio. The anchor warned her to be careful out there.

So dangerous was the scene that the overwhelming majority of the images of the protests on TV were from helicopter shots, where very little could be seen except that there was a confrontation between police and "the protesters." This gave cover for Timoney and other officials to make their outrageous and false statements over and over.

Timoney spun his tales of "hard-core anarchists" rampaging through the streets of Miami; "outsiders coming to terrorize and vandalize our city." He painted a picture of friendly restrained police enduring constant attacks from rocks, paint, gas canisters, smoke bombs and fruit. "We are very proud of the police officers and their restraint. Lots of objects were thrown at the police officers," Timoney said.

"If we didn't act when we did, it would have been much worse."
It was much worse.

Timoney's Paramilitaries


After last week, no one should call what Timoney runs in Miami a police force. It's a paramilitary group. Thousands of soldiers, dressed in khaki uniforms with full black body armor and gas masks, marching in unison through the streets, banging batons against their shields, chanting, "back... back... back." There were armored personnel carriers and helicopters.

The forces fired indiscriminately into crowds of unarmed protesters. Scores of people were hit with skin-piercing rubber bullets; thousands were gassed with an array of chemicals. On several occasions, police fired loud concussion grenades into the crowds. Police shocked people with electric tazers. Demonstrators were shot in the back as they retreated. One young guy's apparent crime was holding his fingers in a peace sign in front of the troops. They shot him multiple times, including once in the stomach at point blank range.

My colleagues and I spent several days in the streets, going from conflict to conflict. We saw no attempts by any protesters to attack a business or corporation. With the exception of some graffiti and an occasional garbage can set on fire, there was very little in the way of action not aimed directly at the site of the FTAA meetings. Even the Black Bloc kids, who generally have a rep for wanting to smash everything up, were incredibly restrained and focused.

There was no need for any demonstrator to hurl anything at the forces to spark police violence. It was clear from the jump that Timoney's men came prepared to crack heads. And they did that over and over. After receiving $8.5 million in federal funds from the $87 billion Iraq spending bill, Miami needed to have a major combat operation. It didnÕt matter if it was warranted.

Miami Mayor Manny Diaz called the police actions last week a model for homeland security. FTAA officials called it extraordinary. Several cities sent law enforcement observers to the protests to study what some are now referring to as the "Miami Model."

This model also included the embedding of undercover police with the protesters. At one point during a standoff with police, it appeared as though a group of protesters had gotten into a brawl amongst themselves. But as others moved in to break up the melee, two of the guys pulled out electric tazers and shocked protesters, before being liberated back behind police lines. These guys, clearly undercover agents, were dressed like any other protester. One had a sticker on his backpack that read: "FTAA No Way."

The IMC has since published pictures of people dressed like Black Bloc kids - ski masks and all - walking with uniformed police behind police lines.

The only pause in the heavy police violence in Miami came on Thursday afternoon when the major labor unions held their mass-rally and march. Led by AFL-CIO President John Sweeney, the march had a legal permit and was carefully coordinated with the police. Many of the union guys applauded the police as they marched past columns of the body-armored officers on break from gassing and shooting unarmed demonstrators.

But as soon as the unions and their permits began to disperse, the police seized the moment to escalate the violence against the other protesters. Fresh from their break during the union rally, Timoney's forces ordered the protesters to clear the area in front of the Inter-Continental. Some of the demonstrators shouted back that they had a right to peaceably protest the FTAA.

Boom. The concussion grenades started flying.

Hiss. The tear gas was sprayed.

Rat-a-tat-tat. The rubber bullets were fired.

Bam, bam. The batons were swinging.

The police methodically marched in a long column directly at the several hundred protesters who believed they had a right to protest, even without John Sweeney at their side. They fired indiscriminately at the crowds. One woman had part of her ear blown off. Another was shot in the forehead. I got shot twice, once in the back, another time in the leg. My colleague, John Hamilton from the Workers Independent News Service was shot in the neck by a pepper-spray pellet - a small ball that explodes into a white powder. After a few moments, John began complaining that his neck was burning from the powder. We doused him in water, but the burning continued. When I tried to ask the police what the powder was, they told me to "mind myself."

I've been in enough police riots to know that when the number of demonstrators dwindles and the sun sets, that's when the real violence begins. Eventually, the police forced the dissipating group of protesters into one of the poorest sections of Miami, surrounding them on 4 sides. We stood there in the streets with the eerie feeling of a high-noon showdown. Except there were hundreds of them with guns and dozens of us with cameras and banners. They fired gas and rubber bullets at us as they moved in. All of us realized we had nothing to do but run. We scattered down side streets and alleys, ducking as we fled. Eventually, we made it out.

After nearly an hour, we managed to find a taxi. We got in and the driver started choking from our pepper-sprayed clothes. She wanted us to get out of the taxi. We apologized for our smell and offered her more money just to get us to the hotel. She agreed.

The Real Crime: Failure to Embed

The next day, we went to a midday rally outside the Dade County Jail where more than 150 people were being held prisoner. It was a peaceful assembly of about 300 people. They sang "We all live in a failed democracy," to the tune of "We all live in a yellow submarine." They chanted, "Free the Prisoners, Not Free Trade," and "Take off your riot gear, there ain't no riot here."

Representatives of the protesters met with police officials at the scene. The activists said they would agree to remain in a parking lot across the street from the jail if the police would call off the swelling presence of the riot police. They reached an agreementÉor so the police said.

As the demonstration continued, the numbers of fully armed troops grew and grew. And they moved in from all four sides. They announced that people had 3 minutes to disperse from the "unlawful assembly." Even though the police violated their agreement, the protesters complied. A group of 5 activists led by Puppetista David Solnit informed the police they would not leave. The police said fine and began arresting them.

But that was not enough. The police then attacked the dispersing crowd, chasing about 30 people into a corner. They shoved them to the ground and beat them. They gassed them at close range. My colleague from Democracy Now!, Ana Nogueira, and I got separated in the mayhem. I was lucky to end up on the "safe" side of the street. Ana was in the melee. As she did her job - videotaping the action - Ana was wearing her press credentials in plain sight. As the police began handcuffing people, Ana told them she was a journalist. One of the officers said, "She's not with us, she's not with us," meaning that although Ana was clearly a journalist, she was not the friendly type. She was not embedded with the police and therefore had to be arrested.

In police custody, the authorities made Ana remove her clothes because they were soaked with pepper spray. The police forced her to strip naked in front of male officers. Despite calls from Democracy Now!, the ACLU, lawyers and others protesting Ana's arrest and detention, she was held in a cockroach-filled jail cell until 3:30 am. She was only released after I posted a $500 bond. Other independent journalists remained locked up for much longer and face serious charges, some of them felonies. In the end, Ana was charged with "failure to disperse."

The real crime seems to be "failure to embed."

In the times in which we live, this is what democracy looks like. Thousands of soldiers, calling themselves police, deployed in US cities to protect the power brokers from the masses. Posse Comitatus is just a Latin phrase. Vigilantes like John Timoney roam from city to city, organizing militias to hunt the dangerous radicals who threaten the good order. And damned be the journalist who dares to say it - or film it - like it is.

--
Jeremy Scahill is a producer and correspondent for the nationally syndicated radio and TV program Democracy Now! He can be reached at jeremy@democracynow.org. For more reports on the FTAA protests, go to: http://www.democracynow.org

*NOTE: The Miami Herald reporter embedded with Police Chief John Timoney wrote to say that he was not wearing a police-issued bike helmet or police polo shirt. He wrote, "At no point did I wear a single piece of equipment issued by police or marked with any police insignias." We have no video or photos of our interaction with Timoney and the reporter and are therefore printing this in fairness to the Herald journalist.

20050317

HapPy St. PatRicK's Day

Hope your tounge is green!

20050316

This iS mY sONg

I let it rip
as I sit
in a fit of rage
page ripped
as I tip the scale to wage more war
on the door that's closed
oppossed to my
free-dom-dom
how come some get it
while other's choose to forget it
you bet it
hurts to LOVE with no conditions
incisions come and go
never existed
stay forever
clever cleaver cuts
like the huts are blown down
at sundown
brown dust bust the just
till they all frown
hound the prime minister
ask him why he's sinister
I can be the man
when I choose to be
but I just can't forsee
what the THREE
want me to be or see!!
Am I making this all up
or is it wierd cuz I'm not the norm
and don't storm on my brothers and sisters
No more smile
this way I'll disguise my guile
all the while
girls see me
and I think guys do to
but to few renu
their hardened heart
not acknowledging there are so many starts
so many new beginings
an infinite amount of innings
when the focus ain't the winnings
we all want to be free
and feel the beat
but who'll go first to wash some feet
I pray for better dayz
and ways to phase out
the urge to blaze
and make sure I'm raised
along with all of you

- JuleZ (July 6/2004)

20050315

Do you know how it is??

When you love so much it hurts.... . ... ...

20050308

Shleepeeee Shleeepeee



So we're riding a tour bus through Port Alegre, Brazil, and I'm sitting in front of Huberte and Keith, with Mike, when Kieth passes right out. So we're all laughin and are like 'Oh man!! we should take a picture of him' So I immediately got up and ran around behind him and was laughin my ass off !! !! !!!... . .. . he woke up with the big flash in his face and we all kept on laughing.

Posted by Hello

PaiN

I'm just a young lad
jumping off the launch pad
I had a memory
that collided with a strawberry
it got all sticky
and stuck to my elbow
it started to smear
so I just let go
of everything I was holding
and decided
to let the wind do the molding
that way it would be natural
in fact yall
couldn't tell the difference
one from another
it was all just one color
a streak in the sky
my sigh was a bye to all
my why's of the past
all the seams disappear
how was everything created?
the light beams have no fear
as the closing scene is initiated
i waited and waited
but couldn't take it no more
my breath gave out
and I hit the floor
when I came to
nothing was new
it was the exact same view
it was the exact same you
with the addition of a bump on my head
and my eyes had turned blue
my strength was my weakness
i was strong cuz of my meakness
I even started to LOVE
all the greasy and sleekness
uniqueness among none
no sweetness
no fun
life would be so much easier
if you could just pick up a gun
and you were just one among
those that begun a rebellion
and no one would know you
but millions would mourn you
a soldiers death
by a fiery dragon's breath
face to face
but upside down
so your frown isn't a frown
i care and can't bare to see you in pain
let's smile and find joy in the rain

-exerpt from longer 'song' dedicated to my younger brother.... JuleZ (Oct 25/04)

20050307

¿¿¿WhY DoEs tHiS HaPpeN???

If one was to go out and say that one wished and yearned for the 'best' for one's community. And one claimed to be honest and of moral character. One would undoubtly be expected to help to whatever capacity possible, when needed, and furthermore not be the cause of of one's community's suffering.

I'm sure everyone can relate in one sense or another, but just to go further: would it be fair to say that it wouldn't make sense to say your feeding the hungry, while really you're beating them up and stealing their shoes. It's obvious to say it, but why would anyone stand for this??

So that in turn THEY can buy shoes for a cheaper price??

And so I wonder.. .. .
-is it that people don't know shoes are being stolen by the people claiming to feed them??
OR
-do they maybe litterally not care about anyone other themselves and therefore agree with lieing to those who will believe... . . decieving - the blind and the deaf.... .anD punching the dosile and rational people

why don't people care??

and it's not just me asking, but more strickingly, the people suffering first hand. I care! ... and I wonder!..... ALOT!!! But think about the true victims. What do they feel when they open their eyes in the morning and look around at the conditions they're livin in.

why don't people REALLY care???

if you REALLY cared, you'd be doing somethin about it. If you REALLY cared you would be doing ANYTHING you could!!! Even just seriously talking about it with others. And when talking about it trying to brainstorm ideas for action you could take individaully or collectively.
If it was you being pulled down by your hair and getting kicked in the stomach you'd be lookin for alternatives to change your reality.

Not looking for the cheapest shoe sale... . . . which company is the biggest thief.

The soloution isn't simple. So we should act together AND in different ways.

There lots of action being taken. Are you takin any??

20050302

It's already March

This is where dedication comes in. I finally undersatnd the pain of people who say tah they have written up a post and then they lost it. I've been careful up until now and it hasn't ahappened to me, but it just did.

it kinda sucks

I already lost my care for spellin mistakes, but my dedication to.... . . hmmm. this blog I guess. Maybe I should say to me and to you (I dunno) is forcin me to write again. even though I no longer want to write right now.

ANyways, what I was sayin was somethin like this:

Haven't wirtten in a while. I hope you are doing good. Sorry if I offended anyone with all the swearing in the last post. good fun. coulda been worse. he was a drunken sailor.

I've been busy lately. So is everyone else on earth right? but no, 'I" have been really busy and so I haven't had time to post, but I feel that reponsibility / sensibility that I should as frequently as possible, so maybe I'm on my way to being a Blogger. or whatever. And I'll try an post more even if it is short or inane. is that cool?

Oh yeah. I was also telling you how I'm going to be on the radio today, maybe for like ten minutes to talk about my experiences at the World Social Forum and possibly also about a current funding issue we have in Canada with program based NGO's.... . . . Let's see if I can blend them in with some smooth transition..... . . . should be do-able.

It's on CJSR 88.5 FM and www.cjsr.com online at 17:30 mountain time (GMT-7:00) today.

The show is called Rise Up and totally rocks the party. It's a pretty radical show and you can find some of their archived shows at http://www.apirg.org/RISEUP.htm
I recommend.

And then I was tellin you about how I'm busy. and I was like I got this and this and this and this to do. And I've been doing this and this and that lately. And so yes.

now this post must come to an end. The original one was already kinda hurtin so I don't imagine reading this was the best thing in the world. For some good readin maybe you'd like to check out Willfull Exposé at www.willfulexpose.com or whatever else it is you read.

You're a beautiful person. Believe in yourself!!!