Thursday, December 13, 2012
I understand the reasons "you" might want to take advantage of a system that has been fighting for your rights to a safe and fair work environment for decades. Wages are at an alarming low right now and you want to save money. Imagine where the American worker would be right now if there were no such things as Unions. Do you really think that you would be better off with a coupla dollars in your pocket every week? I am not saying that Unions are perfect, they are not. They are run by humans and we are not perfect but I would rather have someone to stand up for me to the "boss" than not and I am willing to pay for that. And the only reason I even need to pay for that is apparent it you look at the corporate profits vs the standard of living that the "middle class" is experiencing right now. good luck with that
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Brown like the dining room set, brown like her coffin, like mine
This time the flowers are purple
Purple is my favorite color
But you knew that, or did you?
Her gaze left the kitchen window many more times than mine ever will
She tried to change the world, she did
I tried, I failed
But you knew that, or did you?
So many ways alike, so different
So many mourners, so few
So many successes, so many failures
But you knew that, or did you?
This time the flowers will be purple
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Godammit, I need some help here. I don't know why I can't get out of bed. I don't know why I cry all the time. I don't know why I am not hungry and when I do eat every thing tastes like paper. I don't know why I want to die but at least I am trying to get some help so why don't you help me? When I tell you I am not taking my meds, you say "oh, you should take them". Yeah, that will help me remember. I can't even remember what day it is. I wake up and I can't tell if it's 7am or 7pm. I feel like my brain is turning inside out and morphing into something like oatmeal.
I feel like anything that ever made me happy has been taken away from me. I want it back
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Does this look like Disneyland to you?? Well this is what we are facing in this country. Would you please just WAKE THE FUCK UP!! WAKE UP!
It just might be time to occupy the farm.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
All I want is, what would be considered by (IMO) the majority of people, what is fair. Right now the minimum wage is not fair. The average income for the "middle class" is lower now than in 1968. Too many people can't "get by"* without a second job. After working for over 40 years and paying into the SSI system, I should not have to worry about it not being there.
My Robin Hood would make infrastructure and the ensuing jobs a top priority. My Robin Hood would mandate a "living wage" for our essential people like teachers, nurses and other service people that take care of us and our children. My Robin Hood would focus on sustainable industries like wind and solar power. My Robin Hood would have a heart and end the wars and safe guard our food.
I don't think I am asking for anything out of this world or unreasonable. I don't think most of the people I know are either. "We" don't want handouts, we want a helping hand to get back up on our feet.
I want a Robin Hood to vote for. Could that be the Green Party? I can only hope that my Robin Hood is out there somewhere.
*get by is being able to pay for an affordable home, car and food without a struggle, being able to put a little away for a rainy day and not living from paycheck to paycheck. This does not include luxury items, just being comfortable and having "enough".
Thursday, July 12, 2012
I arrived at Zuccotti Park yesterday about 3:30pm to help celebrate the return of the Guitarmy after their 99 mile march to benefit school music programs and honor the great singer/songwriter, Woody Guthrie. I admit I have been absent from the movement much of the spring and early summer due to some personal problems. My latest doctor said last week, I need to get out more, Mr. Spock (in a facebook meme) told me the needs of the many out weigh the needs of the few or the one and I really missed the musicality of the park so with a trifecta like that, I had to go. As I had done in the past, I loaded up my shopping cart with knitting and my folding lawn chair (the one I have had since I was a chaperone at my kids band camp 20 yrs ago).
There I sat, all afternoon and into the evening knitting, and under the watchful eyes of Brookfield Properties and the NYPD. After it got dark I heard some people start to get wary about the sudden increase in numbers of officers around the park. This has been a tactic of the department for a long time, use the darkness to cover up anything they might do that is illegal. In the amount of time that it takes to take a single breath, I was surrounded by many men in white shirts, BP security and NYPD alike. I was asked to leave. I inquired about being shown the rules, in writing, while I put away my knitting, stood up, folded my chair and put in on my shopping cart. I was trying to comply (clearly shown in this video) with their "request" to exit the park (hampered by my bad night vision with all the flashbulbs) when an officer grabbed my cart and tried to take it from me. I said, that's private property. That was when I felt a leather gloved (now known to be Lombardo) hand grab my wrist and I panicked.
I think some deeply hidden childhood training must have taken over my body because I did a "duck and cover" maneuver. I also heard myself screaming, but couldn't see what was going on because I couldn't open my eyes due to the panic attack. Fortunately there are many in the OWS family that film the police. I became aware of the voice of an angel (OWS medic and angel) telling me that it will be okay. She helped me to the other side of the street and stayed with me until I stopped shaking. Many more of my fellow human beings came over to offer water and comfort.
Here is where things in my head get confused. I was brought up to ask "Police Officers" for help if I was distressed. They were supposed to be the knights in shining armor that come to your rescue when you are in trouble. THEY ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THE CAUSE OF THE TROUBLE. I was doing nothing wrong or even illegal. I was even trying to comply with their commands even though there was no legal basis for them to ask me to leave that public park. You must be asking yourself why did they feel the need to do this? Surely the woman must have done something. Now I don't want to get all "conspiracy theory" on you but, the thoughts of some of my fellow occupiers was that they were trying to incite violence by attacking "the knitter" (my handle in the park). They have been filming us as well and I'm sure they want the same kind of evidence that we have against them. They didn't get it last night. They did however get my knitting which was not returned to me. I never intended on becoming an icon of the movement but I guess that is what happens when you show up peacefully knitting things everyday that you give away to people.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
Sunday, April 1, 2012
If you don't understand why I made it in the first place then you haven't been paying attention. I have had it with the hateful things I have seen on Facebook in the last few months and it was my way of expressing my feelings. The comments directed toward me have made me feel that, in your eyes, I have lived out my usefulness and I should just shut up and die. That may have not been the words you used but it is how I was made to feel. These things did not come from some random people, it was from my own family members. My comments, on Facebook, were not hateful. They were stated in a questioning manner and also in an informative manner.
This is not an apology, it is an explanation. I was extremely depressed when I came back to NY and I had found something to bring me out of it. That something was Occupy Wall Street. I found something that woke up my passions and gave me something to do everyday. I had not been able to find a job and that only added to the depression. The response to this was to insult me outright in the public forum of FB. No one had my back and no one questioned the abuse in any way except offline. Some even agreed with it. This only reinforced the abuse to me. I expressed myself OFF Facebook in my own blog and then got crap for that too.
If you don't like the way I express myself in my own blog, you don't have to read it. If you want to help, maybe you could buy something from me so I can try to pay some bills. I am working on getting better but it takes time.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
I have done research. I have been on the front lines. I have talked to people. I do not go blindly into anything (except maybe love).
How can you doubt my good intentions especially when I have our children and grandchildren as a motivation for changing what is wrong with this country.
So I guess what I am asking is if I should just give up and save myself the aggravation of hitting my head against the brick wall that is your blindness. There are facts that are indisputable. Just because it hasn't happened to you yet doesn't mean it can't.
People are being kicked out of their homes. People have lost their jobs and pensions and life savings. People who have worked hard all their lives now work hard just to stay alive.
Maybe you could put some effort into basic fact checking before you go on the attack next time.
That is my perspective
Friday, March 2, 2012
"Depression may be described as feeling sad, blue, unhappy, miserable, or down in the dumps. Most of us feel this way at one time or another for short periods."
"True clinical depression is a mood disorder in which feelings of sadness, loss, anger, or frustration interfere with everyday life for weeks or longer."
Doctors can be quick to prescribe and that can be a problem. I don't think some of the people in my life understand the difference between those 2 definitions above. If you did you would not blame me so much.
That is all I am going to say
and now I am going to say this...brain cloudy, eyes red, nose stuffy, why do I let people get to me
Monday, February 27, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
I always believed that conversation and communication were an important part of being human. I love a in-depth discussion with my friend Matt talking about movies we have seen. Coming from different generations we almost always see the movie from a completely different perspective. When we watched "Forrest Gump" I felt nostalgic and he saw a history lesson.
Lately, there seems to be a problem keeping the discussions civil within the family unit. Everything deteriorates into insults, CAPS and hurt feelings. I don't like having some members of my family, extended or otherwise, at odds with each other or, even worse, not willing to talk to or see each other. Some of these behaviors have been going on for a while and some have just bubbled to the surface. Is the younger generation being influenced by the older? (nurture) Is it Facebook that is really the enemy? I would like people to remember that gossip is NOT A FACT. If you were not there, don't assume the first story you hear about something is the truth. There are always 2 sides (or maybe even more).
My mother was a great peace maker. I think if she were still here with us that a lot of this would not be happening. I also believe that if she were alive, she would be supportive of my effort at Occupy Wall Street and even participate in the effort to make this country and this world a better place to live in. She was like that. Happy Birthday Mom, a few days early but I have been thinking about you a lot lately. I hope you got the note I sent on the smoke of the palm fire tied to the strings of my heart.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Well, I've been knitting on this thing all day and it no longer looks like a skirt, it is starting to look like a cape. I know what you are thinking, the only difference between a skirt and a cape is where you wear it but it will make a difference in how I list it for sale.