On October 22nd some Kaiser West Employees with the SEIU came to visit Occupy Los Angeles and wandered into "Media Village" and wanted to know what we had been doing to create real change, this was the discussion we had, unedited. Please watch it, discuss it, and share it!
For me it was really more about Justice and unchanneled friction. Rising up from asunder.
I have always been a leader. I felt to evolve I needed to volunteer.
I was briefly involved with the Obama campaign. We were celebrating at the victory party in downtown Fresno Holiday Inn lobby. Celebrating.
and the we heard about Proposition 8. Mood downshifted. Hurt , a Wilting Disappointment. But as we worked through the emotional process we learned something.
This is kind of a vague timeline I've been kicking around for in what order reforms would have to happen to be practical. I'm sure it's full of errors and problems, but I'm putting it out there.
After sifting through many news accounts from the mainstream news organizations, I found that some of the best material was to be found right here at this website. Here is a sample of a thread from the Forum section that goes on. The majority of the participants have something to say that is well-founded and clearly worthy of consideration.
In South Central Los Angeles, there is a 14 acre vacant lot at East 41st and South Alameda that used to be a farm. In 1994, local gardeners and farmers banded together with a local food bank to form a community garden and, eventually, South Central Farms. They turned an abandoned lot into an urban paradise; to many, it seemed nothing short of a miracle, and it set an amazing precedent for what could be done in Sunny L.A. By some interpretations of adverse possession laws, the farmers may very well have had rights to the land. However, the insurance company that owned that particular parcel bought it back from the city for 5 million dollars in a closed door session. The negotiations have never been released, but what is known is the city got just over 5 million dollars for the property.
[Somebody bothered to paint the Koch brothers? As stoic martyrs? They were probably paid, but still... where's your fucking dignity, man? Wait, is that like a carnival caricature? There should be roller skates.]
I generally think the idiom about a picture's worth compared to words is complete bullshit, but then I'm a writer. However, in this instance, it holds. This image demonstrates, better than any words, the contrast between the fractures that divide your reality from mine, versus the yawning expanse between either of ours and that belonging to the elite buffoons that own the damn world.
I got sent to London on Monday for two weeks of screenwriting. I'm not even go into details of what media mogul I'm now working for, but suffice to say, if you guys find out, you won't wanna be my friend anymore.
If you thought your account was insignificant to the monolithic banking behemoths, think again. At least a million people have switched to small local banks or credit unions where their money is probably in better (local) hands, and also insured by FDIC:
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