January 1, 2018
01:14
Completely quiet here tonight. I hesitated to let the dog out in the hours surrounding Midnight, thinking of falling bullets. Didn't hear a sound. Not even any fireworks. The first NYE I was here, both Joe and Raz (+a couple of their friends) were here, and we heard gunfire for an hour. Automatic weapons fire included. Everyone was gathering away from the windows!
Max, Martina and Lilly Rose
Hoping for Peace
An old liberal, wondering where her country is going.
Monday, January 01, 2018
December 31, 2017
23:38
Trying hard to have some kind of feelings about the changing of the year. It's an ink mark on a piece of paper. An arbitrary measurement of an ephemeral force. Make your mind/body slowly feel its way into the flow, then you still can't see the lines of division between one second and the next.
I've already been in the flow for 76 years (as of Dec. 7- conception date), and am acutely aware that every moment could be my last. Every day we live is a smaller percentage of the total length of our life.
My egomaniacal desire to keep the flow going relates mostly to wanting to live long enough to see my (sooo dystopian) predictions of the future come to pass. This past year certainly looks to be accelerating our descent into chaos.
Also, I'm not finished with Andrew :) We're gonna see if he ever finds/takes a job that he doesn't consider "beneath" him. Or actually go back to school. I'm putting those things into my make it so bucket.
And, I'd really like to see my son Rached again. I miss talking to him - almost every day, for years. But again, as in A., had to stop talking to me because he didn't like what I had to say. I spend a lot of time examining my memory banks to try and decipher what I must have said to make them feel I was abusive. It seems to me that I've had quite a few good friends who cared about me enough to have told me about myself if I was that outrageous.
23:59:59
00:00:15 1/1/18
23:38
Trying hard to have some kind of feelings about the changing of the year. It's an ink mark on a piece of paper. An arbitrary measurement of an ephemeral force. Make your mind/body slowly feel its way into the flow, then you still can't see the lines of division between one second and the next.
I've already been in the flow for 76 years (as of Dec. 7- conception date), and am acutely aware that every moment could be my last. Every day we live is a smaller percentage of the total length of our life.
My egomaniacal desire to keep the flow going relates mostly to wanting to live long enough to see my (sooo dystopian) predictions of the future come to pass. This past year certainly looks to be accelerating our descent into chaos.
Also, I'm not finished with Andrew :) We're gonna see if he ever finds/takes a job that he doesn't consider "beneath" him. Or actually go back to school. I'm putting those things into my make it so bucket.
And, I'd really like to see my son Rached again. I miss talking to him - almost every day, for years. But again, as in A., had to stop talking to me because he didn't like what I had to say. I spend a lot of time examining my memory banks to try and decipher what I must have said to make them feel I was abusive. It seems to me that I've had quite a few good friends who cared about me enough to have told me about myself if I was that outrageous.
23:59:59
00:00:15 1/1/18
Monday, June 26, 2017
The Mother Strikes Again
Yikes, this tick could make you allergic to red meat.
Of course. A first step to increasing the use of grain crops by humans. And possibly reducing numbers, as well.
And then there's Zika. In nature, these brainless babies born of Zika would die. Population reduction. In our case, a resource sink, which has its own effect on herd cull.
Then we have Republicans. smh Today's contribution to the pruning of the herd: so-called "Healthcare" rotflmao projected to kill 50 million in 50 years. So, crazy end timers and the 400 guys who own 90% of the world's wealth will make the world safe for Overlords, again.
Saturday, April 29, 2017
The Revolution Will Be Televised- over and over. Apologies to G S-H. Scott-Heron wrote those words in 1970, in response to the Watts Riots. Watts: what locals really mean by "South Central." (LA) That revolution was televised - I watched from the bubble of Orange County - I think the second black family was moving into Costa Mesa as I was moving to LA
By 1970, I was living in the Crenshaw District -a 'transitioning' neighborhood. According to the local herstorians , the area had earlier been the Jewish (ghetto) neighborhood. In the '40s and '50, when the black middle class was being born out of the post WWII boom, and wanted to buy a home, the Jews were the only homeowners who would sell to "them." My friends in the 'hood were young, middle class black families, and a sprinkling of much older black ladies who had been "in service" for years, and saved their money. Bought homes while they were still "living in" with the white folk further north in L.A.
One of my two best friends was a young(er than me) Afro-American, R, who'd recently returned from 4 years in Germany, running the NORAD Computer for the U.S.Army on 4 hits of acid a day. He was a twin, adopted by Ms. F (older lady retired from 'live in' service). Their white mother (quickie with a black guy) basically abandoned them with Ms. F, as she cared for them. R radicalized me, informed me, told me about all the tanks parked in the LA riverbed under the bridge crossing I 10 CA 60 heading into East LA and Whittier, took me to see the new sewer pipes then being installed under Venice Blvd. Which was kind of the demarcation line between the Fairfax and Crenshaw districts. Look, the pipes are huge! Big enough to accommodate those tanks. I adopted the Black Power mantra. 'They' were coming to get 'us.' And my roomie, L, even younger than I (smh) who got pulled over for "no rear tail light illumination" and lots of similar bs, repeatedly. If we went to the store together, we got stopped. "What are you doing here?" to me, inevitably so fuckin inevitable - whatever car I was driving (I transitioned in that time frame from an old, salesman blue basic Ford to a Barracuda with a racing stripe -I was young, too) With girls I worked with, with old ladies, whatever, if they were black, we got stopped. "What are you doing here?" This was early '70s LA. I still have my "Free Angela" button.
By 1991, I lived in Pacoima, last part of actual City of LA before City of San Fernando. It was LAPD Foothill District. Pretty far to the East of me were the 'black neighborhoods'. Where I was: entirely Hipanic, mostly Mexican. Homeowners, business owners. It was great. It was the last year before I sold my taxi (physically and ephemerally -car + LA City Permit) . My neighbor turned out to be a mechanic - out of his garage - State License on the wall, shelves full of Official Shop Manuals.
The auto parts store around the corner was owned by an uncle, his two nephews, and his daughter. The guy who rebuilt alternators, also around the corner, On San Fernando Rd. - the father and son who owned the radiator shop (son and my #2 son became good friends) Further up SF Rd, twin brothers who owned the tire and alignment shop. Almost heaven if you OWN a taxi. Really, IT owns you. So, In between the tire shop and the radiator shop, Rodney King finally got stopped after a highspeed chase. ("We like to discourage them from running from us." * ) The guy in the apartment across the street, with the brand new camera he wanted to test drive.
Every sentient being in the area saw that video a thousand times.
Three months after that, a Korean lady storekeeper shot and killed a 15 year old girl. We saw that on video a bunch of times, and then when a white (female) judge gave her probation, we saw it again, in eyeball etching memory strokes. Read all about it.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1992_Los_Angeles_riots
On April 29, 1992, I was in my Subaru (decals stripped, no longer a "taxi" I'd sold it,ta da!!) driving home from West LA to Pacoima, I hear the verdict from Simi Valley - all 4 of the cops that did the beating have been acquitted. My immediate reaction was to hurry home and den up. Then I turned on the TV 71st and Normandy.
On the second day, as the mayhem was moving toward Hollywood my crazy taxi driver friend, D showed up at my house, driving his cab, with a pillowcase full of bound up twenty's. He was a compulsive saver, ready for Armageddon, and I had seen this stash previously at his place once. He was just going to drive the cab to Santa Barbara for a day or so and pay his lease for the whole time. But he was afraid to go alone with all that cash, so could he stash it at my place (nothing to loot in my 'hood- more on that later) for a couple of days, behind two big dogs and very friendly, brown neighbors?
That proved to be optimistic - oh D came back in two days, but there was a bit of, um, dust in the 'hood. The chain market and the K Mart down the way were looted: people were filmed coming out of them carrying diapers and milk. Day three survival technique. All the local Korean corner stores, who hired all their assistants from the neighborhood, had two or three hefty Vatos just casually hanging around outside. No trouble here. The AM//PM, owned and solely operated by an extended Mid-Eastern family, got one small lit bottle of gasoline. That was it, but afaik, the furthest out the uprising went. My #1 son, then 28, had perfected his "these are not the 'droids you're looking for" manner and force. He had friends who owned spiffy boutiques on Melrose. He patrolled there. The heavy looting had extended to big box stores on Sunset Blvd. by then. I was petrified.
But it was all televised. I'm embarrassed to say I didn't remember the extent to which Korea Town was truly a war zone. This documentary seared my soul - I was there - but not - I hope these photogs won a Pulitzer. ABC should, surely for the graduate education in the big question all the white folks ask: WHY?
The Marches now are prime time fodder. Nothing better than when the batshit crazy inciters stir up some shit. (more here on that) Of course, the (coming?) revolution will be televised - already some Red states are working on laws to make protesting a felony. Is that Martial Music I hear?
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* quote from a cop, another story, another time.
(credit TV Guide Listings)
By 1970, I was living in the Crenshaw District -a 'transitioning' neighborhood. According to the local herstorians , the area had earlier been the Jewish (ghetto) neighborhood. In the '40s and '50, when the black middle class was being born out of the post WWII boom, and wanted to buy a home, the Jews were the only homeowners who would sell to "them." My friends in the 'hood were young, middle class black families, and a sprinkling of much older black ladies who had been "in service" for years, and saved their money. Bought homes while they were still "living in" with the white folk further north in L.A.
One of my two best friends was a young(er than me) Afro-American, R, who'd recently returned from 4 years in Germany, running the NORAD Computer for the U.S.Army on 4 hits of acid a day. He was a twin, adopted by Ms. F (older lady retired from 'live in' service). Their white mother (quickie with a black guy) basically abandoned them with Ms. F, as she cared for them. R radicalized me, informed me, told me about all the tanks parked in the LA riverbed under the bridge crossing I 10 CA 60 heading into East LA and Whittier, took me to see the new sewer pipes then being installed under Venice Blvd. Which was kind of the demarcation line between the Fairfax and Crenshaw districts. Look, the pipes are huge! Big enough to accommodate those tanks. I adopted the Black Power mantra. 'They' were coming to get 'us.' And my roomie, L, even younger than I (smh) who got pulled over for "no rear tail light illumination" and lots of similar bs, repeatedly. If we went to the store together, we got stopped. "What are you doing here?" to me, inevitably so fuckin inevitable - whatever car I was driving (I transitioned in that time frame from an old, salesman blue basic Ford to a Barracuda with a racing stripe -I was young, too) With girls I worked with, with old ladies, whatever, if they were black, we got stopped. "What are you doing here?" This was early '70s LA. I still have my "Free Angela" button.
By 1991, I lived in Pacoima, last part of actual City of LA before City of San Fernando. It was LAPD Foothill District. Pretty far to the East of me were the 'black neighborhoods'. Where I was: entirely Hipanic, mostly Mexican. Homeowners, business owners. It was great. It was the last year before I sold my taxi (physically and ephemerally -car + LA City Permit) . My neighbor turned out to be a mechanic - out of his garage - State License on the wall, shelves full of Official Shop Manuals.
The auto parts store around the corner was owned by an uncle, his two nephews, and his daughter. The guy who rebuilt alternators, also around the corner, On San Fernando Rd. - the father and son who owned the radiator shop (son and my #2 son became good friends) Further up SF Rd, twin brothers who owned the tire and alignment shop. Almost heaven if you OWN a taxi. Really, IT owns you. So, In between the tire shop and the radiator shop, Rodney King finally got stopped after a highspeed chase. ("We like to discourage them from running from us." * ) The guy in the apartment across the street, with the brand new camera he wanted to test drive.
Every sentient being in the area saw that video a thousand times.
Three months after that, a Korean lady storekeeper shot and killed a 15 year old girl. We saw that on video a bunch of times, and then when a white (female) judge gave her probation, we saw it again, in eyeball etching memory strokes. Read all about it.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1992_Los_Angeles_riots
On April 29, 1992, I was in my Subaru (decals stripped, no longer a "taxi" I'd sold it,ta da!!) driving home from West LA to Pacoima, I hear the verdict from Simi Valley - all 4 of the cops that did the beating have been acquitted. My immediate reaction was to hurry home and den up. Then I turned on the TV 71st and Normandy.
On the second day, as the mayhem was moving toward Hollywood my crazy taxi driver friend, D showed up at my house, driving his cab, with a pillowcase full of bound up twenty's. He was a compulsive saver, ready for Armageddon, and I had seen this stash previously at his place once. He was just going to drive the cab to Santa Barbara for a day or so and pay his lease for the whole time. But he was afraid to go alone with all that cash, so could he stash it at my place (nothing to loot in my 'hood- more on that later) for a couple of days, behind two big dogs and very friendly, brown neighbors?
That proved to be optimistic - oh D came back in two days, but there was a bit of, um, dust in the 'hood. The chain market and the K Mart down the way were looted: people were filmed coming out of them carrying diapers and milk. Day three survival technique. All the local Korean corner stores, who hired all their assistants from the neighborhood, had two or three hefty Vatos just casually hanging around outside. No trouble here. The AM//PM, owned and solely operated by an extended Mid-Eastern family, got one small lit bottle of gasoline. That was it, but afaik, the furthest out the uprising went. My #1 son, then 28, had perfected his "these are not the 'droids you're looking for" manner and force. He had friends who owned spiffy boutiques on Melrose. He patrolled there. The heavy looting had extended to big box stores on Sunset Blvd. by then. I was petrified.
But it was all televised. I'm embarrassed to say I didn't remember the extent to which Korea Town was truly a war zone. This documentary seared my soul - I was there - but not - I hope these photogs won a Pulitzer. ABC should, surely for the graduate education in the big question all the white folks ask: WHY?
The Marches now are prime time fodder. Nothing better than when the batshit crazy inciters stir up some shit. (more here on that) Of course, the (coming?) revolution will be televised - already some Red states are working on laws to make protesting a felony. Is that Martial Music I hear?
blasted linky no link so:
mlozaouk annieli
Apr 26 · 01:53:50 AM
Based Stick Man is referenced in Caroline"s tweet. Enlightening
Caroline O. @RVAwonk 4h4 hours ago
Caroline O. Retweeted Ann Coulter
Why don't you tell us the true story of why you celebrated one of the groups that promoted violence
in Berkeley?https://twitter.com/RVAwonk/status/857056816458588160 …
Caroline O. added,
Ann CoulterVerified account @AnnCoulter
Here's the real story about Berkeley -- WHERE I WILL BE SPEAKING NEXT THURSDAY: http://bit.ly/2oWpKS8
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* quote from a cop, another story, another time.
(credit TV Guide Listings)
Let It Fall: Los Angeles 1982-1992
9:00 PM on ABC, 2 hr 2017
A look at the decade leading up to the L.A. riots of 1992. This documentary examines the era's racial tensions, the rise of gangs, the crack epidemic and the efforts of the LAPD to clamp down on the violence.
Monday, February 01, 2016
Walter Cronkite
"It was a day like all days, filled with those events that alter and illuminate our times; and you were there."
Kind of sums up his life and impact on all of us who grew up and old with him
Walter Cronkite died this week. CBS took the 60 Minutes slot for a memorial show, and not once did they use that line. They did give half a second to "You Were There" with no explication whatsoever.
My first speaking part - playing Walter for a Columbus Day thingy in 3rd grade. The 'boy' who'd been assigned the part got sick, and I was the best reader in class, so I got it.
Kind of sums up his life and impact on all of us who grew up and old with him
Walter Cronkite died this week. CBS took the 60 Minutes slot for a memorial show, and not once did they use that line. They did give half a second to "You Were There" with no explication whatsoever.
My first speaking part - playing Walter for a Columbus Day thingy in 3rd grade. The 'boy' who'd been assigned the part got sick, and I was the best reader in class, so I got it.
Happy Birthday Raz!
February 1, 1965, I gave birth to Rached Ahmad Zaouk. I haven't seen him since April 2004. I google him regularly, he seems to be alive and well in Las Vegas, but I still miss him. I'm sorry I won't be "controlled" to his satisfaction. I'm sorry that's the criterion I'm to meet to see my son. But thanks for contributing to my every password. Big Smile. I'm at work, so I'd better quit now, so I'm not sobbing when my boss gets here in 30 minutes.
Maybe I should blog now and then. :)
Maybe I should blog now and then. :)
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Monday, October 10, 2011
"Panic of the Plutocrats"
From Paul Krugman, N.Y. Times
October 9, 2011
Panic of the Plutocrats
By PAUL KRUGMAN
It remains to be seen whether the Occupy Wall Street protests will change America’s direction. Yet the protests have already elicited a remarkably hysterical reaction from Wall Street, the super-rich in general, and politicians and pundits who reliably serve the interests of the wealthiest hundredth of a percent.
And this reaction tells you something important — namely, that the extremists threatening American values are what F.D.R. called “economic royalists,” not the people camping in Zuccotti Park.
Consider first how Republican politicians have portrayed the modest-sized if growing demonstrations, which have involved some confrontations with the police — confrontations that seem to have involved a lot of police overreaction — but nothing one could call a riot. And there has in fact been nothing so far to match the behavior of Tea Party crowds in the summer of 2009.
Nonetheless, Eric Cantor, the House majority leader, has denounced “mobs” and “the pitting of Americans against Americans.” The G.O.P. presidential candidates have weighed in, with Mitt Romney accusing the protesters of waging “class warfare,” while Herman Cain calls them “anti-American.” My favorite, however, is Senator Rand Paul, who for some reason worries that the protesters will start seizing iPads, because they believe rich people don’t deserve to have them.
Michael Bloomberg, New York’s mayor and a financial-industry titan in his own right, was a bit more moderate, but still accused the protesters of trying to “take the jobs away from people working in this city,” a statement that bears no resemblance to the movement’s actual goals.
And if you were listening to talking heads on CNBC, you learned that the protesters “let their freak flags fly,” and are “aligned with Lenin.”
The way to understand all of this is to realize that it’s part of a broader syndrome, in which wealthy Americans who benefit hugely from a system rigged in their favor react with hysteria to anyone who points out just how rigged the system is.
Last year, you may recall, a number of financial-industry barons went wild over very mild criticism from President Obama. They denounced Mr. Obama as being almost a socialist for endorsing the so-called Volcker rule, which would simply prohibit banks backed by federal guarantees from engaging in risky speculation. And as for their reaction to proposals to close a loophole that lets some of them pay remarkably low taxes — well, Stephen Schwarzman, chairman of the Blackstone Group, compared it to Hitler’s invasion of Poland.
And then there’s the campaign of character assassination against Elizabeth Warren, the financial reformer now running for the Senate in Massachusetts. Not long ago a YouTube video of Ms. Warren making an eloquent, down-to-earth case for taxes on the rich went viral. Nothing about what she said was radical — it was no more than a modern riff on Oliver Wendell Holmes’s famous dictum that “Taxes are what we pay for civilized society.”
But listening to the reliable defenders of the wealthy, you’d think that Ms. Warren was the second coming of Leon Trotsky. George Will declared that she has a “collectivist agenda,” that she believes that “individualism is a chimera.” And Rush Limbaugh called her “a parasite who hates her host. Willing to destroy the host while she sucks the life out of it."
so here's what she said: " There is nobody in this country who got rich on his own. Nobody. You built a factory out there - good for you. But I want to be clear. You moved your goods to market on the roads the rest of us paid for. You hired workers the rest of us paid to educate. You were safe in your factory because of police forces and fire forces that the rest of us paid for. You didn't have to worry that marauding bands would come and seize everything at your factory. . . Now look. You built a factory and it turned into something terrific or a great idea - God Bless! Keep a big hunk of it. But part of the underlying social contract is you take a hunk of that and pay forward for the next kid who comes along."
There's more to the column, too, to be summed up with my voice: The banksters caused this mess, they continue to get paid mega mils, and NO ONE has gone to jail!
And this reaction tells you something important — namely, that the extremists threatening American values are what F.D.R. called “economic royalists,” not the people camping in Zuccotti Park.
Consider first how Republican politicians have portrayed the modest-sized if growing demonstrations, which have involved some confrontations with the police — confrontations that seem to have involved a lot of police overreaction — but nothing one could call a riot. And there has in fact been nothing so far to match the behavior of Tea Party crowds in the summer of 2009.
Nonetheless, Eric Cantor, the House majority leader, has denounced “mobs” and “the pitting of Americans against Americans.” The G.O.P. presidential candidates have weighed in, with Mitt Romney accusing the protesters of waging “class warfare,” while Herman Cain calls them “anti-American.” My favorite, however, is Senator Rand Paul, who for some reason worries that the protesters will start seizing iPads, because they believe rich people don’t deserve to have them.
Michael Bloomberg, New York’s mayor and a financial-industry titan in his own right, was a bit more moderate, but still accused the protesters of trying to “take the jobs away from people working in this city,” a statement that bears no resemblance to the movement’s actual goals.
And if you were listening to talking heads on CNBC, you learned that the protesters “let their freak flags fly,” and are “aligned with Lenin.”
The way to understand all of this is to realize that it’s part of a broader syndrome, in which wealthy Americans who benefit hugely from a system rigged in their favor react with hysteria to anyone who points out just how rigged the system is.
Last year, you may recall, a number of financial-industry barons went wild over very mild criticism from President Obama. They denounced Mr. Obama as being almost a socialist for endorsing the so-called Volcker rule, which would simply prohibit banks backed by federal guarantees from engaging in risky speculation. And as for their reaction to proposals to close a loophole that lets some of them pay remarkably low taxes — well, Stephen Schwarzman, chairman of the Blackstone Group, compared it to Hitler’s invasion of Poland.
And then there’s the campaign of character assassination against Elizabeth Warren, the financial reformer now running for the Senate in Massachusetts. Not long ago a YouTube video of Ms. Warren making an eloquent, down-to-earth case for taxes on the rich went viral. Nothing about what she said was radical — it was no more than a modern riff on Oliver Wendell Holmes’s famous dictum that “Taxes are what we pay for civilized society.”
But listening to the reliable defenders of the wealthy, you’d think that Ms. Warren was the second coming of Leon Trotsky. George Will declared that she has a “collectivist agenda,” that she believes that “individualism is a chimera.” And Rush Limbaugh called her “a parasite who hates her host. Willing to destroy the host while she sucks the life out of it."
so here's what she said: " There is nobody in this country who got rich on his own. Nobody. You built a factory out there - good for you. But I want to be clear. You moved your goods to market on the roads the rest of us paid for. You hired workers the rest of us paid to educate. You were safe in your factory because of police forces and fire forces that the rest of us paid for. You didn't have to worry that marauding bands would come and seize everything at your factory. . . Now look. You built a factory and it turned into something terrific or a great idea - God Bless! Keep a big hunk of it. But part of the underlying social contract is you take a hunk of that and pay forward for the next kid who comes along."
There's more to the column, too, to be summed up with my voice: The banksters caused this mess, they continue to get paid mega mils, and NO ONE has gone to jail!
Saturday, October 01, 2011
Elizabeth Warren
"I hear all this, you know, 'Well, this is class warfare, this is whatever,'" Warren said. "No. There is nobody in this country who got rich on his own -- nobody.
"You built a factory out there? Good for you. But I want to be clear. You moved your goods to market on the roads the rest of us paid for. You hired workers the rest of us paid to educate. You were safe in your factory because of police-forces and fire-forces that the rest of us paid for. You didn't have to worry that marauding bands would come and seize everything at your factory -- and hire someone to protect against this -- because of the work the rest of us did.
"Now look, you built a factory and it turned into something terrific, or a great idea. God bless -- keep a big hunk of it. But part of the underlying social contract is, you take a hunk of that and pay forward for the next kid who comes along."1Elizabeth Warren
"You built a factory out there? Good for you. But I want to be clear. You moved your goods to market on the roads the rest of us paid for. You hired workers the rest of us paid to educate. You were safe in your factory because of police-forces and fire-forces that the rest of us paid for. You didn't have to worry that marauding bands would come and seize everything at your factory -- and hire someone to protect against this -- because of the work the rest of us did.
"Now look, you built a factory and it turned into something terrific, or a great idea. God bless -- keep a big hunk of it. But part of the underlying social contract is, you take a hunk of that and pay forward for the next kid who comes along."1Elizabeth Warren
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