By: Ernie Hurt
Not since the turbulent times of the 1960’s, has the issue of racism been on the public’s mind as it is today. Recent events in Missouri and New York have shaken the issue back into the forefront of American’s lives, leaving another trail of pain and frustration for people of color.
The atmosphere is different since the times of Martin L. King and Malcolm X, with alliances of every race standing up for the widespread prejudice. American people of every shade of skin have protested en mass in several major cities for justice and for recognition of the crimes of criminal police. Continue reading
In the opening scene of the 1973 movie “Serpico,” I am shot in the face—or to be more accurate, the character of Frank Serpico, played by Al Pacino, is shot in the face. Even today it’s very difficult for me to watch those scenes, which depict in a very realistic and terrifying way what actually happened to me on Feb. 3, 1971. I had recently been transferred to the Narcotics division of the New York City Police Department, and we were moving in on a drug dealer on the fourth floor of a walk-up tenement in a Hispanic section of Brooklyn. The police officer backing me up instructed me (since I spoke Spanish) to just get the apartment door open “and leave the rest to us.” Continue reading
By: Staff Writer Yail Bloor
WASHINGTON D.C. – Taking a cue from his famous Beer Summit ’09, President Obama plans to host a similar “bong summit to bring about resolution and closure on the marijuana legalization issue.”
“I want to bring together opposing forces and see if they can find a common ground over some sticky nugs of OG Kush,” said the President following the decriminalization of marijuana in Washington D.C.
“It would be cool if we could hotbox the presidential limo,” said Obama. “Or maybe do some fat dabs in the helicopter as we buzz the roof of Congress.” Continue reading
Ruigoord is a former island and a village in the Houtrakpolder in the IJ lake in the Dutch province of North Holland. It is a part of the municipality of Amsterdam.
In the 1960s the village was evacuated by the municipality of Amsterdam, which intended to extend its harbor, but the plans fell through. In 1973 the village was squatted by a group of artists who planned to make a colony. It exists to this day, but is legalized nowadays. Full moon parties are regularly organized in the psychedelic church. Every weekend, Fiery Tongues will tell the true story.
By: Ernie Hurt
Within the last couple months or so, I’ve learned more about myself than I could have ever imagined. I rediscovered talents that id long given up on. I’ve come to terms with who I am and also where I want to go with my life. At this point of my life, I believe I have had sufficient time to reflect on myself and as well as my peers.
Throughout adult hood, I seem to have gone down a much different path that most sane, normal people would have avoided with all their might. The way I see it, since 18 or 19 years of age, I have walked the fringes of society. Not quite an outlaw and no less than a citizen. I tell myself that I’ve stayed in the grey area of life, mingling with good American apple-pie eating folks as well as drug dealers and users, while not falling into either sect. As we all know the best stories are always left untold and there are places that we could never fathom. Continue reading
There I stood, observing this madness
“Where is the tipping point in our mind?”
I asked myself.
“When do we reach the transition point to switch of humanity, to transform a living creature with consciousness into a death plastic toy? “
Don’t talk just start the film “A day old chick”
Don’t talk just watch.
Thousands of living chicks on the assembly line.
Transformed by machines into products, material and even trash
Hundreds of Zombies behind the line.
Chicks are running on the catwalk
Watched and controlled by a jury of (Human) Operators
The audition, to become product or trash
I was looking and scanning the environment, to find a good actor,
and here he was..
The chicks were running scared into the wrong direction of the assembly line.
Trying to escape and looking for a place to hide.
“This one looks funny” some one said. His big hands grabbed the dick and without any expression he squeezed it to death. ” Hey.. Look! , It looks like a tennis-ball” the guy said to his workmate. Continue reading
It’s that time again. We’re on the move — feasting, sharing, shopping, giving thanks. And we are being tracked every step of the way. So here’s a quick guide to the state of the unblinking electronic eye, 2014 Holiday Edition.
Flying home? Every passenger on every flight is recorded on digital manifests. Every plane is tracked. And even before you board, airports are among the most intensively surveilled public spaces, full of cameras and other monitoring devices. Some airports even use tiny sensors hidden in lighting fixtures that, according to the New York Times, can spot long lines, read license plates and report “suspicious activity” to authorities.
Taking the train? All aboard for monitoring. Ticket transactions happen with computers – or online – typically with credit cards, making it easy to follow any passenger or all of them. Train stations, meanwhile, are nearly as camera-laden as airports.
Uber or Lyft? Smartphone-based car services collect massive amounts of precise data, including your name, cell number, starting point, ending point, pickup time, drop-off time and exact route. Plus, that same data is collected on every other rider as well, making it easy for those with access to the databases to analyze who is seeing whom, when, where and, with a bit of imagination, why.
Driving yourself? The web of surveillance is a bit looser here, but there arecountless license plates readers on our highways, both fixed and mounted on government vehicles. Databases collect such information for easy sharing. Those handy electronic toll payment systems, such as EZ Pass, are tracking you too. Highway rest areas are heavy on the video monitoring. And likely coming soon: facial recognition systems.
Along with Malik, her husband, the owner of Geo TV, and the anchor of the show against which the claim was made have also been sentenced to jail time and a fine of 1.3 million Pakistani rupees each.
A Pakistani anti-terrorism court presented the sentence, accusing the media organisation of airing “blasphemous content” on one of its programmes.
DNA reported that the charges, subsequent arrest, and sentencing occurred as Mir Shakil-ur-Rahman was accused of allowing the telecast of a staged mock marriage between Malik and her husband Asad Bashir, while a religious song was played in the background.
As reported by CNN-IBN, along with Malik, Bashir, and Mir Shakil-ur-Rahman, TV host Shaista Wahidi was also convicted of the crime and given a 26-year prison sentence.
Maybe it’s the global warming.?
Around two hours ago I was talking with Josh Chambers about some daily subjects, nothing special to share except the fact that his garden is covered with snow already.
To be honest I’m jealous, because he has a good Wintertime,
I can almost feel the heat of his campfire, the nice aromatic smoke.. MMMH.
Instead Josh, I got something like Springter.. the awful combination between the rainy parts of Spring and the cold wet days from Winter.
I’m not a biologist who’s observing climate changes and animal behavior during winter times, but I was a little bit shocked when I noticed some big changes with last year and the years before.
November 2013, my own house was decorated with ice crystals, About 10 inches of snow on the empty cornfields in front of my house and the pine trees on the edge of that field… They looked so nice with their green bodies and white heads.
Every other tree was looking bold and stiff rigid.
The snow and the dry cold they left a peacefully ambiance, no twittering birds or buzzing insects and mosquito’s around my ears during the day and especially at night..
Sometimes I heard “gwak wek whak”
The goose “Akka Kebnekajse” was calling her buddies to gather together and form formation to fly south.. With their wings they waved me goodbye.
To be polite I waved back, but I knew they wouldn’t notice me for real. Who cares after all, for me wintertime is something special. The celebration of Christmas, kids playing in the snow, people being stuck in traffic jams, but no one seems to bother. And while Chris Rea was playing the song “Driving Home for Christmas”, some of the drivers were even smiling to the driver next to him or her.
Today there is no snow, no magical white dust, nothing..
Even some farmers didn’t harvest all of their cornfields.
This year I have to change my favorite song into “Last Christmas” instead of “Driving Home” Winter must be winter and not something like a cold spring or even summer.
Today… same traffic shit like last year actually everyday it’s the same problem when driving home.. But until the snow is falling.
No one seems to be in the mood to smile back at me.
I should leave my car at home and take the mountain bike.
I should walk more to Enjoy nature before the last pine trees are dried up… and got their heads burned in the sun.
I should take on a sweater instead of heating up the stove.
I should… I should…
We all should do something….
Greetings Gonzo readers,
I’ve decided to contributed this to this site by writing down a story based on some life experience of myself. To give form and making reading easier, I will use one post which I will update twice weekly.
So this story will grow every week and I don’t know when it will be finished.
I hope you enjoy reading. Continue reading