Responses to article

'Should Madison gay rights protestors have kept quiet?'


'Emily's Post: Clever bigots are still bigots'

"Shouts while they speak"

Beating my head against brick,
blood in my eyes & phlegmscreams.
Scrape frontal lobe,
deadarms & apathy.
Can't see no more podium,
scream too loud to hear PA,
what do they say?

--

A monkey choking on his own blood,
my voice don't work no more,
throat filled with gore.
Held I a sign?

Anti-NOM Rally Article - Dane 101

Anti-NOM Protest a Success in Numbers, But in Volume?

July 14, 2010

Sweltering day perfect for headphoned
dream-pop psychexplosion. Echoic hazy lovesounds
until inevitable sundown//Liars' looming menace,
violent takeover, such a small town.


blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood

'Atop the Loam (A Forester)'; installation view, 'Goldene Zeiten' - Steven Claydon

Greenpeace:

Yesterday our activists took action using actual oil from the spill to paint “Arctic Next?” on the bridge of a drill supply ship contracted by Shell and due to head to Alaska for their Arctic drilling. Seven activists were arrested and are now being charged with felonies, for standing up to protect our oceans. Meanwhile, BP has to be criminally charged with anything!

Oil Slick

BP CEO Tony Hayward: It's "relatively tiny" compared to the "very big ocean."

Mississippi Gov. Haley Barbour: "We don't wash our face in it, but it doesn't stop us from jumping off the boat to ski"

Fishermen in Venice, Louisiana and in other small communities dotting the southern marshes and swamplands of Barataria Bay are getting sick from the working on the cleanup, yet BP is assuring them they don't need respirators or other special protection.



Meanwhile, the women in Alaska only grow more insane.

'Rejoyce' - Jefferson Airplane

Listen-- http://lala.com/z6Rr

Chemical change, like a a laser beam
you've shattered the warning amber light
Wake me warm
Let me see you moving everything over
smiling in my room
you know, you'll be inside of my mind soon

There are so many of you
White shirt and tie, white shirt and tie,
white shirt and tie, wedding ring, wedding ring.

Mulligan stew for Bloom,
the only Jew in the room
Saxon's sick on the holy dregs
and their constant getting throw up on his leg.

Molly's gone to blazes,
Boylan's crotch amazes
any woman whose husband sleeps with his head
all buried down at the foot of his bed.

I've got his arm
I've got his arm
I've had it for weeks
I've got his arm
Steven won't give his arm
to no gold star mother's farm;
War's good business so give your son
and I'd rather have my country die for me.

There are so many of you
Sell your mother for a Hershey bar
grow up looking like a car
there are
All you want to do is live,
all you want to do is give but
somehow it all falls apart