My mother in law recently came to my home and babysat my children for 2 nights, so that my husband could take me along on a business trip. Prior to her arrival, we had cleaned our house. It was not "Greeting the Queen" clean, but as close as we could get it in the middle of moving into our new home. There were no dirty dishes, a freshly vacuumed rug and sofa and clean linens on the beds. I left her with free passes to 2 museums and our zoo, and my minivan with car seats. All she needed to do, since she abhors children's television, is go enjoy the culture that her small town does not offer. She also had my mother available for driving and assisting, if 2 children were too much for her. My daughter was especially looking forward to showing Grandma all the sights.
Instead, "Grandma" decided the house needed a deeper clean. She rearranged my dishes in the cabinets, uncollected the items I had arranged for packing together, and shifted the furniture around. She even went so far as to unpack and shift some of the boxes I had already taped shut. My husband was so upset upon arriving home that his only statement was, "Where's my stuff?" Her response was, "Well, I can't just sit around like some." She, of course, shot a dirty look my way, since I'm a stay at home-home schooling mom of 2 and therefore, obviously spend my day eating bon-bons. Within the first 5 minutes of my being home, she fired off another snide remark about my “laziness.”
We have tried multiple times to ask her not to clean our house, as she does not know where things go, and does nothing but rub our noses in the fact that she “had to” clean up. In this recent request, she became extremely defensive and admitted that she does not respect me, as I have never “earned” her respect. I have never gone into her home and intentionally disrespected her. If I had, my grandmother would not only be spinning fast enough in her grave to power all of the Eastern Seaboard, she would have RISEN FROM THE DEAD TO KICK MY ASS! “Civility above all” was her credo.
Am I asking too much to not be openly disrespected in my own home? Don’t say we just shouldn’t have her watch the children, because even when she’s just visiting and we’re still there, she does this, only there are far more snide remarks, since I’m here to hear them. I do not want to have to tell my husband that he must visit his mother without me, since I refuse to hold my tongue any longer, but would rather not stoop to her level of disrespecting someone in her own home. I do not want to have to inform him that he must meet her at some location other than our home. I really do not want to do this. I have always been one of those rare women who want to get along with my mother in law. However, and please pardon my French, the bitch is making it im-fucking-possible! I’m ready to just burn the bridge and email her something to the extent of “L, you have made it impossible to have any sort of civil relationship with you. Due to your blatant disrespect and open disregard for my feelings, I must rescind any current or future invitations to you to visit my home. Perhaps, when you decide to show the maturity your years suggest, you will demonstrate to me that you can be, if not respectful, at least not openly disrespectful, toward me. Until then, you are no longer welcome.”
I have to admit, I was so angry this past week, that I was ready to shoot her. My husband reminded me of a lovely line from Dickens’ Christmas Carol. When Bob Crachitt asks Mr. Scrooge if they’ll be removing Mr. Marley’s name from the sign, Scrooge replies, “Time will do that soon enough and at no expense to us.” Perhaps she doesn’t matter after all. She’ll be dead soon enough.
- Mood:
pissed off
It was exhilarating! Democracy in action. What's even better? I got home and within an hour, OBAMA WON!!!! I have never before been so happy that I cried, but last night I did!
To those who stood in insanely long lines and voted for Obama, THANK YOU. We both kept our ends of the bargain.
To those with credit issues, job issues, and medical issues, Hang in there. Help is on its way. Believe.
I’m Tired, But I’m Not That Tired
I got this diary’s thought prompt from OrdinaryGal’s diary about being tired and crying at Obama’s 30minute ad.
I’m tired.
I see my brother-in-law look for work, because job after job goes overseas.
I’m tired
I watch my brother cry himself to sleep, because he, his wife and three children just had to move in with my mother after the sheriff evicted them from a foreclosed home.
I’m tired.
I’ve been called “un-American” because silly little me wants to see the Bill of Rights mean something more than a roll of Charmin.
I’m tired.
My friend fights for her husband’s dignity while he goes without a diagnosis for the monster that ravages his mind and body.
I’m so tired,
I’d settle for him getting respect, but I guess that’s only for those with insurance.
I’m tired.
Candidates claim to want to help “Joe the Plumber” while Joe the lighting tech lost his job yesterday.
I’m tired.
Wall Street fatcats get golden parachutes, at the expense of the company’s pension fund, making my grandparents work through their golden years.
I’m tired.
People I would ordinarily have thought respectable people won’t vote for the best person, because he’s got a better tan than they do.
I’m tired.
Candidates who pay lip service to honor and integrity and respect, but bad mouth the one who leads by example.
I’m tired
People are homeless and hungry and soon they’ll be cold, while Caribou Barbie plays $150K dress up time. That much money would have housed 3 families in my town, not for 2 months, but for life.
I’m tired.
I’m dog-tired
I’m damn near dead-tired.
BUT
I’m not too tired.
I’m not too tired to make a phone call.
I’m not too tired to knock on one more door.
I’m not too tired to ask someone to please vote early.
I’m not too tired to wake up at 4:30am on election day,
To hop into my shower and wash off the stench of republican reign of terror.
I’m not too tired to go open the polling place at 6am.
I’m not too tired to smile at my neighbors as they come to vote.
I’m not too tired to let everyone in line vote on election day.
I’m not too tired to close the polls at the end of what promises to be a very long day.
I’m not too tired to leave it all on the road.
I’m not too tired, because Barack’s not too tired.
I’ve got just enough left because I’ve had just about
ENOUGH!
Well, this time it's different. I finally understand it. I don't understand Wall Street. I don't care who's up or who's down. What I care about is this: Today, the Milwaukee County Sheriff knocked on my brother's door and evicted him, his wife, and my niece and 2 nephews. Foreclosure.
It's a hard word to deal with. It's a death knell to good credit. If you work for a brokerage or an accounting firm, or a bank, it can be a death knell to your job. It's the ultimate kick in the balls.
My brother was the one who taught me to never make a bill you cannot pay. He taught me how to buy a pack of socks or a tank of gas on credit once per month and only once per month, write the check for the amount and record it as spent. Mail the check immediately upon receiving the bill and watch your good credit become great. Now, he's homeless, because he couldn't pay his mortgage.
I care about my dear friends who have medical bills that are making them file for bankruptcy and even those who are barely making ends meet, desperately trying to pay their medical bills. I care about my friends who forego proper medical treatment or are given attitude for seeking the care they so desperately need because they have ZERO health insurance.
I care about those friends who are offered "early retirement" because it's more polite than saying, "We're terminating your job because you're old and someone younger is just plain cheaper." I'm emotionally exhausted watching jobs go oversees because these corporate fatcats can dodge the taxes on their income as long as they keep that money in some other country's economy other than ours.
I'm tired of crying myself to sleep because of the fear that McCain will win and Jim Crowe laws will return, which will mean that I can't have lunch at the same restaurant as my nieces and nephews. I am sickened by the Obama supporting Curious George dolls that the wingnuts know are socially unacceptable and yet they parade them around anyway.
I AM SICK OF THE DIRECTION THIS COUNTRY IS CURRENTLY HEADED AND DAMMIT I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE! YOU SHOULDN'T EITHER.
And if your one of those people who thinks you vote doesn't count, YOU'RE WRONG. It matters. And if McCain manages to pull this election out of his ass or steals it outright, you're part of the problem!
I don't care if you like black people or not, but dammit this is the time to put that bullshit aside. Recognize the best man for the job even when he's got a better tan than you.
I will admit, it took my friends and family hitting the skids to make me give a damn, but since I started caring I've become a Wisconsin Voter Registrar to help others register to vote and even participated in a registration drive at A GAY BAR! I've canvassed for Obama! I've argued around and around and around with my mother who is too racist or stupid or both to know what's good for her. I've applied to be a poll worker on election day, which means I'll also need to vote early. I'VE READ THE LITERATURE, BOTH SIDES. I've donated to the campaign. I've learned how to register SPANISH speakers. I've read the voting laws, to help me better register others. I've talked to people, ABOUT POLITICS. I just don't do that. No politics, no religion, okay maybe talk about sex, but only with rennies, 'cause they can handle it. But the overall point, I GOT OFF MY ASS AND DID SOMETHING ABOUT HOW I THINK AND FEEL.
I think it's time to foreclose on the republican party. Their 9-11 check just bounced, with a loud BOING. I support our troops! I support Terry and Sandy and Joe and Matt and James and everyone else I didn't realize was in the military. I support them so much that I cannot wait for an end to the danger that they are in, whether already overseas or just in danger of being sent.
Finally, without being told what's best for me, I've cared enough to find out for myself what I want and what I need.
I want change. I need change. I NEED OBAMA.
Barring that...
In an effort to help outsiders understand the Midwest, the following list will be handed to each driver entering the state:
1. That farm boy standing next to the feed bin did more work before breakfast than you do all week at the gym.
2. It's called a 'gravel road' No matter how slow you drive, you’re going to get dust on
your car.
3. We all started hunting and fishing when we were seven years old. Yeah, we saw Bambi. We got over it.
4. Go ahead and bring your $600 Orvis Fly Rod. Don't cry to us if a flathead catfish breaks it off at the handle. We have a name for those little trout you fish for . . . bait.
5. Pull your pants up. You look like an idiot.
6. If that cell phone rings while a bunch of mallards are making their final approach, we will shoot it! You might hope you don't have it up to your ear at the time.
7. That's right. Whiskey is only two bucks. We can buy a fifth for what you paid in the airport for one drink.
8. No, there's no 'Vegetarian Special' on the menu. Order steak. Order it rare. Or, you can order the Chef's Salad and pick off the two pounds of ham and turkey.
9. You bring Coke into my house, it better be brown, wet, and served over ice.
10. So you have a sixty-thousand dollar car you drive on weekends? We’re real impressed . . . we have a quarter-million dollar combine that we only use two weeks a year.
11. Let's get this straight -- we have one stoplight in town. We stop when it’s red. We may even stop when it's yellow.
12. Our women hunt, fish, and drive trucks -- because they want to. So, you're a feminist . . . now isn't that cute.
13. Yeah, we eat catfish. Carp, too -- and turtle. You really want sushi and caviar? It's available at the bait shop.
14. They are pigs. That's what they smell like. Get over it. Don’t like it? Interstates 70, 80 & 90 go two ways -- Interstates 29, 35 & 69 go the other two. Pick one and use it accordingly.
15. The 'Opener' refers to the first day of deer season. It's a religious holiday. You can get breakfast at the church.
16. So every person in every pickup waves. It's called being friendly. Understand the concept?
17. Yeah, we have golf courses. Just don't hit in the water hazard. It spooks our fish.
18. That Highway Patrol Officer that just pulled you over for driving like an idiot, his name is 'Sir'. No matter how old he is.
19. The bill on your hat should turn down at the edges to shed the rain and be centered over your nose to keep the sunlight out of your eyes. Any other location/orientation makes you look like an idiot.
Now, enjoy your visit!
1. The girl is old enough that under federal law, she cannot be compelled to attend school.
2. The girl resides with her MOTHER, not the father who was thrown in jail, HER MOTHER!
I sure hope the ACLU jumps in on this and that this judge gets tossed and SUED.
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Make The Parents Pay? Man Jailed After Daughter Fails To Graduate High School
Wednesday May 14, 2008
CityNews. ca Staff
For years, many advocates for justice reform have argued that parents should be made responsible for the actions of their kids to force them to control their offspring.
Well, it finally happened in a city near Cincinnati, Ohio and the results show why it's rarely put into practice. A dad named Brian Gegner was thrown in jail for 180 days last week after being convicted of contributing to the delinquency of a minor. But it's not what you might think.
The child he 'helped' lead astray - his own daughter, Brittany. His crime: not ensuring that the 18-year-old got her high school diploma.
Brittany Gegner had a history of truancy and eventually it caught the attention of the legal system. When she was 17 - and legally a minor - the case came before a judge and her father was ordered to ensure that she earn her high school equivalency diploma or face the consequences.
But when the headstrong girl failed to make the final grade months later, the angry judge kept his word and threw her father into the slammer.
Now efforts are under way to free him, even as his remorseful daughter admits it was all her fault. "It was my wrongdoing, not his," Brittany confesses. "He shouldn't have to go to jail for something I did." Gegner lives with her finance and her 18-month-old child in her mother's Hamilton, Ohio home.
She plans to take the graduation test this month. And the judge agrees he'll consider letting her father out early if she passes.
The imprisoned man's current wife fears her husband will lose his job because of his incarceration and claims they did everything they could to keep the girl in class. "You'd take her to school and she'd go out the other door," Stephanie Gegner complains.
In a rare show of unanimity, even Brittany's mother and Gegner's ex-wife agrees. "Brittany is almost 19 years old now and I think it's unfair to put her father in jail," Shana Roach concurs. "She's an adult now, and it's not right to rip an innocent man from his home.
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A hearing on a motion to reconsider the sentence will be held Friday. Until then, Brian Gegner remains in jail, all because his daughter didn't graduate high school.
A Dog's Prayer
Treat me kindly, my beloved Master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps fall upon my waiting ears.
When it's cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer used to the bitter elements, and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth, though had you no home, I should prefer to follow you though ice and snow, rather than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And Master, when I am very old, if the Great Master sees it fit to deprive me of my health and sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather, take my trusting life gently, and I shall leave you, knowing with the last breath I draw, my fate was always safest in your hands.
Amen.
Those who know me well know that I am not one to sit idly back and not vent frustration. You all have no idea how hard I am having to work to restrain myself from running into a church and screaming at the crucifix, "GET DOWN OFF THAT CROSS YOU BIG FAKER! I CRAVE A WORD AND YOU OWE ME AT LEAST THAT!!"
| H.R. 393: Universal National Service Act of 2007 To require all persons in the United States between the ages of 18 and 42 to perform national service, either as a member of the uniformed services or in civilian service in furtherance of the national defense and homeland security, to authorize the induction of persons in the uniformed services during wartime to meet end-strength requirements of the uniformed services, to amend the Internal Revenue Code of 1986 to make permanent the favorable treatment afforded combat pay under the earned income tax credit, and for other purposes. From Congresspedia: The Universal National Service Act of 2007 (H.R.393) was introduced to the United States House of Representatives on January 10, 2007 by Rep. Charles Rangel (D-N.Y.). It proposed the requirement that all residents in the United States aged between 18 and 42 carry out national service, and be available for conscription during wartime. Google H.R. 393: Universal National Service Act of 2007 This is what our Government has in store for us. What happened to Volenteering? Its now going to be mandatory to serve in a war that no one believes in except our money and Oil hungry Government. It hasn't been passed but it will be. If we don't do something. Quit reading this and write your congress man or Senator. Do Something. I don't even have to worry. They wont institute me for the draft. I got kicked out for Psychopathic reasons. I have nothing to fear. I'm still doing something, because I am worried about my children. My childrens children. Who's going to worry about them. No one has for years. Maybe its time we start worring about our desendants. They are the one who will have to live thru the Hell "WE" Are creating for them. We aren't doing anything. Do something! I'm an American. But I don't like what my government is doing. Stand up with me and Say "I Wont Take This Crap Any More!" P.S. I know its An Old Bill but if you were to google it. You would relize that its still active. The fifth Bill of its kind. The other 4 are no longer active. Google it, it gives you the info. |
Maybe I'm a little off base here, but if America has gone so far down the toilet that NO ONE wants to participate in her defense, perhaps it's time we remedy the situation to INSPIRE instead of REQUIRE service.
of course i would fight to defend my own home. i just don't believe that the government should have the right to move people around like inconsequential pawns to fight the battles they aren't really willing to fight themselves. the government spends too much time and resources to "fix" the rest of the world, while our country sinks further into the type of hell they are trying to fix elsewhere. maybe i would feel different if i saw that more of the government people that are picking these fights were putting their lives and the lives of their own families on the line for what they claim to believe in. it is easy to create policies and wars that don't actually touch your life personally.
If someone stormed our shores, the people of this country would fight without having to go through "government daycare," I'm sorry, bootcamp.
ANYONE tries to draft my kids, they're gonna have one PISSED OFF MAMA BEAR SHOOTING THEM AND THEIR CRONIES IN THE FUCKING SKULL. My kids are not pieces in Bush's whacked out life
This country is beginning to resemble Germany circa 1930s and 40s. Sorry, boys and girls, but I refuse to goosestep along with a shit-eating grin glued to my face. And if someone does storm our shores in the near future, I can't honestly say that we don't have it coming.
What Happened to letting our kids go to college. The bill states mandatory service. Not a Draft. No Draft at all. As soon as you get out of High School, You have to serve in the armed Forces. And the High Schools will be there to Help keep track of when its your turn to go.
Well, of course they're not going to let the little buggars go to college first. If they did, every single one of them would realize that war isn't the answer and then no one would serve to defend the government...they would rise up against it!
Now, some might say that at least this way, congressional children will also be forced to serve, but who are you trying to kid? They bought their way out of 'Nam. What makes you think they're not going to buy their way out of this one too?Really people, rise up! Say NO MORE, NOT MY HOME, NOT MY KIDS!!!!! If you can't fix what's broken, I'm not about to send my children to defend it.
WHAT? A Tastefully Simple Taste Testing (Berry Buckle Cake is BACK!)
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How to play: You make 1 wish. Someone replies with "Granted, but..." The but... is the downside or negative effect of the wish. For example, "I wish I had $1,000,000" Granted, but now you're wanted for bank robbery.
I'll start.
I wish I could apparate like they do in Harry Potter.
- Mood:
awake
- Mood:
content
I've been trying to decide what to do with this brain of mine because I want to go back to school. I'm thinking oncology. I want a cure for this shit already!!!!! When's it gonna happen?
To hell with Viagra, Cialis and Rogaine!! People are dying every day who really don't give a flying F&#$%*& that they have a full head of hair and their dick can get hard. They would rather be limp and bald and ALIVE!
What the hell is wrong with this world?
This concludes today's rant. You may now return to your regularly scheduled activities.
- Mood: pissed off
Alright Friends, tell me what you think of it.
- Mood:
curious
"After silence, that which comes closest to expressing the inexpressable is music."
I read that on a poster in the music room of my little sister's junior high. It struck a chord (no pun intended) with me then and it does even more so now.
Anytime I'm sad or just in one of those moods where the world needs to go away for a bit, I listen to music. Lately, I've been listening to the soundtrack to Rent and last night, it got me thinking. There's a song on there with the following lyrics:
In Diapers, Report Cards
In Spoked Wheels, In Speeding Tickets
In Contracts, Dollars
In Funerals, In Births
In Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes--
How Do You Figure-
A Last Year On Earth?
The very next line in the song is "Figure in Love."
I can't tell you how helpful that's been in coping with the loss of my stepmom. See, by standard measure, she was only 58years old. That's not very old. That's downright young! But after hearing this song, I thought about it for a while and you know ... If we measured her life in love, Methusalah ain't got a damn thing on her!
She had, by her count, 13 grandchildren, 1 on the way, 1 great grandchild, 3 daughters, 2 stepdaughters, and a good man who is lost without her. Her best friend from Kindergarten was STILL her friend and had become family is the 53 years since they met. Her former in-laws cared enough to drive all the way up from Georgia to pay their respects and even say a few words of fond memory. She loved my dad for more than 20 years and I could not have asked for a better woman in his life. She helped him through losing both of his parents with her kindness and understanding. She opened her heart to 2 snotty girls he brought with him and eventually they grew to love her like she was their own mom. Her daughters grew up to be amazing, caring, compassionate, and best of all decent human beings. They are fantastic mothers, despite how they might criticize their own efforts. I hope to someday be as remarkable as my step-sisters are. They do their momma great credit and I'm sure she was so very proud of them.
I didn't have the words to say this in the days following her passing, nor do I think I could have stopped the tears long enough had I the words. But now, having listened to Broadway sing what I could not say, I realize just how true my opening statement was.
"Some people just pass through your life... others, come in, leave footprints on your heart, and you are never the same again." Kathi was the footprint kind.
Kathi, I will never forget you, your spirit, your style, your warmth, your spunk, your honesty (brutal at times, but always loving), your sense of humor (who else would have a penis-cake for her birthday), your accent (y'all), the way you opened the door and then said "knock, knock," and most of all, I'll never forget how much you loved my dad and how much he loved you. I want to love and be loved like that.
"Measure your life in love." Even if I were to die tomorrow, I hope it could be said that I had as long a life by such measure.
- Mood:comforted
I could just spit! I mentioned to my doctor, since baby's not breech but he's not making any advances toward evicting himself either, that if, God forbid, I end up with a CS, I would like her to perform a tubal ligation while she's in there. No big thing right? WRONG!
Turns out, I have to sign all the papers NOW and wait for some NUN to approve them based on Catholic dogma, because it's a Catholic hospital.
I'M NOT A FREAKING CATHOLIC, PEOPLE!!!! I DON'T GIVE A SHYTE ABOUT HOW YOUR POPE FEELS ABOUT MY FERTILITY. UNTIL HE KNOCKS UP SOME CHICK OR AT LEAST SHAGS ONE, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR HIS TAKE ON IT.
The truly suckie part, my insurance doesn't cover any other hospital. So, because I'm only 28 and only have 2 kids once this one is born (despite 3 failed pregnancies), and the excrutiating pain that pregnancy causes me, I have to wait for some NUN who still has her Cherry to tell me if I get to stop risking pregnancy every time I put out for DH. What a load of crap! My OB is Catholic and even she says it sucks.
In closing, I do NOT hate Catholics. You're beautiful people. I come from a long line of Catholics. But I do not feel it is right to force those who do not personally share your beliefs to be subjected to them. It's bad enough when I have to scream at a priest to make him leave me the hell alone while I'm recovering.
I'm done, for now. Might come back to rant more later. Calling hospital to get papers in order NOW. Wouldn't want that old biddy thinking I'm not serious because I delayed by a day.
- Mood:
infuriated
- Mood: confused
Clowns KKKick KKK ass!
asheville | rights and freedoms | feature 
Monday May 28, 2007 23:25
by Chris Irwin - Three Rivers Earth First!
knoxvilleantiracistaction at yahoo dot com 
Nazi's out of Knoxville!
Knoxville rejects Nazis and Klan.
Saturday May 26th the VNN Vanguard Nazi/KKK group attempted to host a hate rally to try to take advantage of the brutal murder of a white couple for media and recruitment purposes. http://www.volunteertv.com/special
Unfortunately for them the 100th ARA (Anti Racist Action) clown block came and handed them their asses by making them appear like the asses they were.
Alex Linder the founder of VNN and the lead organizer of the rally kicked off events by rushing the clowns in a fit of rage, and was promptly arrested by 4 Knoxville police officers who dropped him to the ground when he resisted and dragged him off past the red shiny shoes of the clowns. http://www.volunteertv.com/home/headline
“White Power!” the Nazi’s shouted, “White Flour?” the clowns yelled back running in circles throwing flour in the air and raising separate letters which spelt “White Flour”.
“White Power!” the Nazi’s angrily shouted once more, “White flowers?” the clowns cheers and threw white flowers in the air and danced about merrily.
“White Power!” the Nazi’s tried once again in a doomed and somewhat funny attempt to clarify their message, “ohhhhhh!” the clowns yelled “Tight Shower!” and held a solar shower in the air and all tried to crowd under to get clean as per the Klan’s directions.
At this point several of the Nazi’s and Klan members began clutching their hearts as if they were about to have a heart attack. Their beady eyes bulged, and the veins in their tiny narrow foreheads beat in rage. One last time they screamed “White Power!”
The clown women thought they finally understood what the Klan was trying to say. “Ohhhhh…” the women clowns said. “Now we understand…”, “WIFE POWER!” they lifted the letters up in the air, grabbed the nearest male clowns and lifted them in their arms and ran about merrily chanting “WIFE POWER! WIFE POWER! WIFE POWER!”
It was at this point that several observers reported seeing several Klan members heads exploding in rage and they stopped trying to explain to the clowns what they wanted.
Apparently the clowns fundamentally misunderstood the nature of the rally, they believed it was a clown rally and came in force to support their pointy hated brethren. To their dismay, despite their best jokes and stunts and pratfalls the Nazis and Klan refused to laugh, and indeed became enraged at the clowns misunderstanding and constant attempts to interpret the clowns instruction.
The clowns on the other hand had a great time and thought the Nazis were the funniest thing they had ever seen and the loud laughter of over 100 counter protesters greeted every attempt of the Nazis and Klan to get their message out, whatever that was.
Many of the local Knoxvillians that came to counter demonstrate had no illusions about why these out of state bad clowns with swastikas were doing in their town.
“KKK YOU CAN’T HIDE, WE CHARGE YOU WITH GENOCIDE!”
“GAY, STRAIGHT, BLACK, WHITE ONE STRUGGLE ONE FIGHT!”
“U.G.L.Y. KLAN YOU AIN’T GOT NO ALIBI, YOU UGLY, YOU UGLY”
Were just a few of the chants that the non clown counter protesters rained down upon the Nazis. The clowns interacted with the non clown protesters with glee and even participated in a chant or two, though apparently with no idea that the Nazis were indeed not clowns thinking it was just part of the show.
In the end the 20 or so sad VNNers left with their tails between their legs. At this point over 150 counter demonstraters were present. The clowns seeing how dejected and sad the Nazi’s looked began singing to cheer them up.
“hey hey hey hey, ho ho ho ho—good bye, good bye” everyone sang waving their arms in the air in unison.
After the VNNers left in their shiny SUVs to go back to Alabama and all the other states that they were from the clowns and counter demonstrators began to march out of the area chanting ‘WHOSE STREETS? OUR STREETS!”
But the cops stopped the clowns and counter protestors. “Hey, do you want an escort” an African-American police officer on a motorcycle asked. “Yes” a clown replied. “We are walking to Market Square in the center of town to celebrate.”
The police officers got in front of the now anti racist parade and blocked the entire road for the march through the heart of Knoxville. An event called imagination station was taking place and over 15,000 thousand students and their parents were in town that weekend. Many of them cheered as the clowns, Knoxvillians and counter protestors marched through the heart of Knoxville singing and laughing at the end of the Nazi’s first attempt at having a rally in Knoxville.
On June 16th the Stormfront Nazis are trying to have a second rally in Knoxville. Clowns, anarchist, activist and others are all invited to come and creatively and nonviolently help us confront these Nazis and give them an even bigger counter rally than the first. If you can come, or can help email.
knoxvilleantiracistaction@yahoo.com
or join our myspace at:
http://www.myspace.com/knoxvilleantiraci
Thanks to Three Rivers Earth First!, Mountain Justice Summer, Katuah Earth First!, Knoxville Anti Racist Action, Katuah Anti Racist Action and the clown block for utterly wrecking the failed attempt of the Nazis to get a foothold in Knoxville. In one day Three Rivers Earth First!ers posted over 1000 anti racist fliers all over Knoxville recruiting people to come, this is just one example of all the work and effort that went in to creatively and nonviolently rejecting the VNNers out of Knoxville.
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Today, I begin my blog with a vocabulary lesson. HEY! Get back here!
Archaic:
1) Of, relating to, or characteristic of a much earlier, often more primitive period,
especially one that develops into a classical stage of civilization.
2) No longer current or applicable; antiquated.
There is a point to that. The point is as follows: Once upon a time, I tried to begin a cross stitching group that I referred to as “The Guilde of St. Clare.” St. Clare of Assisi is the patron saint of needleworkers, embroiderers, and the blind. This group was supposed to complete projects in a round robin fashion. However, no one was interested in contributing to the round robins. They just wanted to meet once a month and work on their own stuff. To make matters even worse, this past April, half the membership, quite literally, DIED. Granted, that’s only one death, but when you’re working with 2 members and 1 leader, it hurts the total. Long story short, instead of helping get and keep me on track, the lack of interest shown made me realize just how archaic my hobby is. Hence the vocabulary lesson above.
Well, glutton for punishment that I am, I have decided to give this another shot. This time, I am opening it to any and all stitchers worldwide. If you can read English or have a program to translate for you, WELCOME!
A few clerical requirements need to be met in order to become part of this group. Firstly, read the journal entry regarding how a round robin works in the Community entitled “Around the World Round Robin.” This community is available at the following link: http://community.livejournal.com/round_r
Secondly, read the rules posting.
Finally, read and answer the questions on the registration form posting. Just email your reply to ATWRRModerator@gmail.com . You will receive a reply within 2 business days acknowledging receipt of your registration.
Please invite all of your cross-stitching friends to join the exchange--the more the merrier!
If you have any questions or concerns you would like answered prior to joining, please do not hesitate to email them to the above address.
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Ok.. LauraJG just tagged me and I'm responding..Let it hereby be known that I HATE shit like this. (random fact #1)
Instructions: Each player starts with 7 random habits/facts about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose 7 people to get tagged & list their names.
2. I think the Phelps twins (James and Oliver) are just so damn cute and have the sexiest voices I've heard in my life. I know, totally immature at my age, but DAMN, why couldn't I have been born in England 7 years later than I was?
3. I am brutally honest. If you want touchy, feely, feel good emotion, look elsewhere. You want the truth, held up to you like a mirror, come talk to me.
4. I get through really horrible days by remembering Winston Churchill. On his first day as Prime Minister of Great Britain, at 3:00 in the morning, PM Churchill was awakened by his aide and informed that the Nazis has just invaded Poland. When I remember that, life never manages to seem so bad afterward.
5. I am a fountain of useless knowledge.
6. I believe that stupid people should be drowned. Barring this, I will settle for tubal ligations and vasectomies for them all. Stupid people should not breed. This goes for rude people too.
7. If I could be anything I wanted without having to worry about finances, I would be a pro bono attorney for those who just don't want to go out on the limb of paying for legal advice when they've truly been wronged.
There, 7 random facts for you. If you've read this, consider yourself tagged too. If I gotta do it, so do you.
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