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I'm a musician, blogger and peace activist. I live in Canada and I am a member of the Catholic Worker movement. I am not an Anglican but I no longer identify myself with Roman Catholicism and choose to worship through my art and in the Anglican church. I make industrial, experimental noise, and punk influenced blues.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

what the shit happened??

So all sorts of fucked up stuff's happened since I posted here last. On mayday the LAPD marchjed through Mcarthur Park teargassing and shooting un-armed families and newspeople with rubber bulletts and fucking bean bags. The New Standard, an excellent source for professional indy journalism went defunct from lack of funding and viewer involvement, and I got the worst stomach flu I think I have ever had... twice! and now I'm going to Europe... and Toronto.

I'll try and tackle each of these things in order, I have stuff to say about them all.

LAPD shooting women and children with teargass and rubber bulletts... given the reputation of the Los Angeles police I can't say that I'm completely surprised, that sounds really cynical but I mean they have a pretty mercenary reputation dwon there. So surprised no, shocked and ashamed and deeply upset, all of those things I am in spades. It fucking tears me up inside to think about it. I've read a number of reports and seen footage of the crime and I'm in shock. I tried to put some of my thoughts down over on the christian radical blog. I don't think I did a very good job. I wanted to be detached and try and approach it from an objective angle but in the end I'm not really sure I did a good job at it. However this is my own blog and so I don't feel any obligation towards journalism here so I'm just going to let it out. FUCK!

I mean really... FU 8 CK!

(I left that 8 in there for emphasis I don't think fuck does it on it's own)

so basically if this had been maybe sixty years ago or less those same pigs would have been marching through that crowd with real bulletts fucking shooting at children with live rounds. Somehow trying to describe what happened on May Day seems understated because one has to describe rubber bulletts and other "non-lethal" munitions but I don't want you reading this to have any mis-understanding about this. those rubber bullets can do real damage. I've seen pictures of people after the police had their sick fun bleading purple wealts and bruising up half a grown man's stomach. That's what those fucking rubber bulletts do, I didn't try and find pictures of the bean bags that were shot but I can't imagine them being any friendlier. I alao want to stress that this wasn't some kind of soccer riot where the crowd were all grown men either that rally was full of children and women too, whole families came out to show support and solidarity with illegal immigrants. It was a FAMILY affair! These peace officers matched through a park full of families and started shooting. there was no warning given. news camera operators were clubbed down and reporters. what the fuck?

People talk shit about how the US is turning into the third reich well it's not turning it's turned. It probably happened so gradually that no one could point it out unless perhaps you go all the way back to 9/11, the reichtag fire American style. Since then everything's changed, anyone can tell you that, this abominable act by the LAPD is the fruits of the new fascism. If I were writing this in the USA right now it'd probably be flagged by some alphabet agency and I wouldn't ever know. Actually the only time I've fealt any sense of danger blogging at all it's been when I'm in the states--land of the free, home of the brave. And let's make no mistake, the rest of the "free world" is not immune from this political illness, we all have blood on our hands and the security state insanity coursing through our natonal conciousness. It happened on May Day in Los Angeles, that doesn't mean it couldn't happen tomorrow in London or next week in Winnipeg, and the system isn't there to help us, it's there for only the very few. The rich and the powerfull and the white.

I could spit pages of this kind of ire right now but I think it would be counter productive. I think that the time for idle talk is slowly drawing to a close. Sure, even the independant media on the web will content themselves to banter on for a long time yet, certainly governments will try and keep debating that's the sort of obfuscation we pay them for anyway. But the time is coming where individual people need to start to take stock of what they believe relative to what they are doing in the world. God only knows what this means or what it will look like but I have no doubt that further police brutality will take place at other peaceful rallies and protests and that it's up to us to find creative, and non-violent ways of resisting. Because if we don't use our imagination and our compassion, and if we don't quickly shift out of this mode where it's so easy to pitty the other poor suckers who have it worse than us be they American's, Muslims, Iraqis, the homeless, or whomever then someone else will do it for us and it won't be good.


Ok that's enough about that.

Tonight I was reading news on the web and I learned that The New Standard has ceased reporting and are taking their site offline. The New Standard was a news source that I wish I had taken more advantage of while they were up. I hae to admit that one reason I didn't was that I knew next to nothing about their operation or their mission statement. Now that they are gone I feel like you do when you find out that someone you knew and liked as an aquaintance has just died. I should have gone there more, read their reporting more frequently, maybe donated if I could, but now I can't because they've stopped reporting and printing.

Back after Katrina, once the rest of the news organisations (including truthout and gnn) had moved on to other sexier stories the New Standard reported tirelessly on things that were still going on in NOLA. They could have been the only journalists left in the city two months on for all I knew, after all once the story lost some of it's urgency everyone else was on to the next big thing, but they were tireless. if you would like to learn a little more about this website and the group who ran it check out their obituary it's posted to gnn at www.gnn.tv/articles/3070/A_Eulogy_For_The_NewStandard

Stomach flu x2
damn. I'm still eating rice and bland foods though tonight I also had some hummus... mmm hummus. I was so sick three days ago that I had to get an ambulence to take me from ny GP to the hospital. I'll spare you the details but suffice it to say that the entire experience was crappy in every concievable sense of the word. It also brought to mind one of my favourite quotes by William Burroughs:

"Stool Sample: you can't get a drink in a bar when sitting on one, and you should never try and give them away for free at the super market... stool sample."

On Sunday I'm flying to Toronto for about a week and then I'm going to Italy with my mom and my brother, I'm pretty excited about it to tell you the truth. I'll write more about that as events take place.

that's it for nowI'm going to bed.
I'll edit this for spelling and punctuation tomorrow.

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