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Suicide is another thing entirely... It's a private act.
What is currently called "Suicide-Bombing" is an act of indiscriminate and brutal multiple murder murder MURDER MURDER... !!
..and people are supposed to be conned by accepting it as part of their ummm .... "belief System"? .... and be reverent about it?
O My.
How much "education" will it take to undo this twisted belief?
It is as true now as it was then. Putin’s war is one of personal power and vanity. Young people are sent to achieve his goals, and people of all ages have their lives destroyed as a result. This must be stopped. The original image is from an unknown source. Photoleap was used to create this image.
Yesterday a couple of guests came. They previously asked my wife: “Could we drop by about 9 a. m. and skip about 4 p. m.?”. I asked my fair wife, maybe they meant just the opposite? But they meant what they meant. OK, we’re happy with guests. Especially I. Even at this hour. Especially when I know for sure, that they will bring alone some booze. Which they certainly did. Though they were rather other guests, than I thought they would be. I expected our female friend with her dude. She said, that they broke up and brought along her little babygal (common with this outdated pal), very funny one, and her friend, the grownup gal, even funnier, which we never met before. And booze. Providence dealt us some happiness. My customer tg’d me before that, and I was able to do my only work, which I can’t postpone, before the guests. I tasted cognac and Coke, which brought this new gal, some beer and some wine, which brought another gal, and wine in 1,5-liter bottle (my favorite form-factor), which I added to this happy meeting. Freestyle. Gals brought the meat and the mangal, which made it all a little easier. I took photos of the new gal at the roof. About 4 p. m. all 4 gals, including my wife, gone in an unknown direction. I stayed home with the cat. So, I suffered some headache a little, slept a little, got up at night, did my daily (nightly in circumstances) work, saw one movie about an artist and his model with Jane Birkin, played my guitar several night hours and then early in the morning, about 5 a. m., made this photo with Tanya, who was birthday girl yesterday (but we were busy yesterday). Happy yesterday birthday, dear friend!
One of my favorite folk songs. It is a circular song, meaning it ends where it starts, and it summarizes the consequences of war. While some consider it an antiwar song, I also see it as a recognition of those who have had to make the ultimate sacrifice for their country, as well as those of their families. Having served my country for over twenty years in the military, I give those who have given all my utmost respect and admiration.
Lyrics:
Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls picked them, ev’ry one.
Oh, When will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone to young men, ev’ry one.
Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young men gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young men gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone for soldiers, ev’ry one.
When will we ever learn? Oh, when we ever learn?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, ev’ry one.
When will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, ev’ry one.
When will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn?
-Pete Seeger
From the Feminist Antiwar Resistance manifesto:
Today feminists are one of the few active political forces in Russia.
For a long time, Russian authorities did not perceive us as a dangerous political movement, and therefore we were temporarily less affected by state repression than other political groups.
Currently more than forty-five different feminist organizations are operating throughout the country, from Kaliningrad to Vladivostok, from Rostov-on-Don to Ulan-Ude and Murmansk.
We call on Russian feminist groups and individual feminists to join the Feminist Anti-War Resistance and unite forces to actively oppose the war and the government that started it.
We also call on feminists all over the world to join our resistance. We are many, and together we can do a lot:
Over the past ten years, the feminist movement has gained enormous media and cultural power. It is time to turn it into political power.
We are the opposition to war, patriarchy, authoritarianism, and militarism. We are the future that will prevail.
Manifesto is here:
jacobinmag.com/2022/02/russian-feminist-antiwar-resistanc...
This stuff was all totally unnecessary, thankfully. The civil disobedience was very civil, and so were the police. It's all a far cry from Seattle in 1999, or even DC in 2000 or 2001.
Rusty Antiwar Sculpture
by Michael, Vietnam veteran
1894 Stage Rd
Pescadero, CA
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Anti War picture.
notice:they have no gun (almost...)
(Me and "Lo Zio" aka uzi 9mm in Turchia 07 near Kurdistan)
Iraqi boys giving peace outside the Amiriya bomb shelter memorial in Baghdad.
Licence: GNU FDL and CC-by-SA
This canvas by Banksy was part of Brian Haw's anti-war protest in Parliament Square. The placards once stretched the entire length of the square, but were removed in a police swoop on 23rd May 2006. He had kept a continuous vigil since June 2001.
Jan 07 - The protest has been reproduced in an installation by Mark Wallinger at Tate Britain, entitled "State Britain". Part of the Tate is within the 1km exclusion zone, and this has been demarcated by a line on the gallery's floor.
Another of the placards here
Gullah singer Bessie Jones plays her tambourine at the Sylvan Theater on the Washington Monument grounds at the first mass march on Washington, D.C. in protest of the Vietnam War April 17, 1965.
Exceeding all expectations, 25,000 gathered in the city to picket the White House and rally at the Sylvan Theater before marching to the U.S. Capitol and presenting a petition against the War.
The march was mainly sponsored by the Students for a Democratic Society (SDS) and the Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee (SNCC). Other participating organizations included the Committee for Nonviolent Action, Women’s Strike for Peace, Student Peace Union, Women’s International League for Peace and Freedom, War Resisters League, Local 1199 of the Hospital Workers, District 65 of the Retail Workers and chapters of the
Congress of Racial Equality.
Gruening (D-Alaska) was the main speaker. He was one of two who voted against the Gulf of Tonkin resolution that was used as President Lyndon Johnson’s authorization for a full-scale military intervention in Vietnam.
Gruening said that America “has fumbled and bumbled along in Vietnam for over 10 years.”
“The ultimate control of the civil war in South Vietnam rests with the Viet Cong and they must be brought to the conference table.”
“We should do this by recognizing the clear facts of life. The war in South Viet Nam is basically a civil war, the control of which does not rest in the capital of North Vietnam—Hanoi—or in Communist china, which our war hawks are apparently baiting to come into the conflict.”
The biggest applause was saved for Paul Potter, the SDS president, who said that the U.S. was waging “cultural genocide” and that “I would rather see Vietnam communized than see it continue to be subject to the ruin that American domination has brought.”
Potter further called for a nationwide program of “massive civil disobedience” if the Indochina war is not stopped. He added that the movement would “support the growing number of young men in this country who refuse to fight in Vietnam.”
Other speakers included journalist I. F. Stone, Yale professor and antiwar activist Staughton Lynd and civil rights leader Robert Parris Moses, Entertainment included Joan Baez, Len Chandler, Phil Ochs, Judy Collins and Barbara Dane,
Mary Elizabeth "Bessie" Jones was born February 8, 1902, in Smithville, Georgia. Music was as important as storytelling in her family. Her Uncle Gene sang and played guitar. All the men in her family played guitar or banjo, and they made their own banjos. Jet played the accordion and made banjos out of wood. Her mother played autoharp.
Bessie finished her last year of formal schooling in 1913, and the following year she met and married Cassius Davis, and soon thereafter gave birth to her first child, Rosalie. Davis lived on St. Simons Island, but had come to the mainland looking for work. Bessie began working as a farmhand, taking Rosalie to the fields with her.
After Davis's death around 1926, Bessie and her cousin decided to go to Florida to find better jobs. In 1928, she met and married George Jones. Together, they became migrant workers and followed the crop harvests from Florida to Connecticut. During these years she also traveled to Brunswick, Georgia, and St. Simons Island, visiting both George's family and her deceased first husband's family.
By 1933, Bessie and George settled on St. Simons Island. They continued to do migrant work, but kept their home on the island. In the off-season, Bessie worked as a maid and cook, and joined Lydia Parish's Spiritual Singers Society of Coastal Georgia.
Her second child, George L., was born in 1935, followed by her third child, Joseph, in 1937.
From 1939 to 1945, Bessie also took jobs as a nurse for the children of wealthy white families who lived or vacationed on the Georgia coast. In 1945, her husband George died. Bessie continued living and working on St. Simons Island, and was active in the founding of the Harlem Church of God in Christ.
In the mid-1950s Bessie met folklorist Alan Lomax, who was conducting fieldwork in the Georgia sea islands and working to collect the music of the Spiritual Singers Society.
In 1960, Bessie was "called to teach" — to pass on to others what she knew about slavery through songs and stories that she learned as a child.
While participating in Lomax's film on the Spiritual Singers Society, she went to sing for a child's birthday party. She was going to start off the party by singing a lullaby, then changed her mind.
"But when I got up," she recalled, "I said I was glad to do it because this is where my grandfather was brought up at, and that gave me a head to speak right there. When I said that, they stopped the beer right there, and everything, and I was getting ready to sing to the child, but wasn't nobody saying nothing. Then something told me 'You got to tell them everything in your mind.'"
That was the first time in public that Jones began to tell the stories she had heard as a child.
"The Lord blessed me not to forget these things," she explained, "and keep them up among people who weren't studying it. White people know our backgrounds, but they're going to try to hold it back and keep us back as long as they possibly can."
Guided by the "spirit," Jones recognized she had an opportunity to share the stories and songs about little-known aspects of the history of African Americans to others.
The Georgia Sea Island Singers would perform at Carnegie Hall benefits for the Highlander Folk School; at the Newport Folk Festival; at The Ash Grove in Northridge, California; at the Montréal World’s Fair; in an outdoor concert at Central Park (1965); and at successive annual Smithsonian Folk Life Festivals in Washington, D. C.; among other venues.
In 1964 they were featured in the Sing for Freedom Workshop in Atlanta, Georgia (organized by Guy Carawan, Dorothy Cotton, Andrew Young, and Bernice and Cordell Reagon and sponsored by the Highlander Folk School, SCLC, and SNCC) along with SNCC Freedom Singers from active civil rights movements in Albany, Selma, Birmingham, and several towns in Mississippi.
They were joined by northern folksingers, Len Chandler, Phil Ochs, and Tom Paxton. SNCC Freedom Singer Bernice Johnson Reagon,
Jones, who felt strongly about civil rights, was also member of a prayer band that marched with Martin Luther King, Jr., in Beulah, Mississippi.
Throughout the 1970s, Jones remained active singing with the Georgia Sea Island Singers and performing at inaugurations, in schools, and at festivals throughout the country.
Jones’ music, based on songs handed down from generation to generation, provided a window into the life of Gullah and others enslaved in the southern United States.
--Jones' biography partially excerpted from National Endowment for the Arts website.
For more information and additional images, see flic.kr/s/aHsk6rvH8V
Photograph by Diana Davies. The image is from a contact sheet from Diana Davies Photographs, Series 11: Social Justice, courtesy of the Ralph Rinzler Folklife Archives and Collections, Smithsonian Center for Folklife and Cultural Heritage.
People demonstrate in Kyoto, against changes in legislation allowing troops to deploy abroad. They do it of course in style, some dressed in mascot costumes. Japan’s national mascot obsession is hard to describe. Municipalities, museums, schools, prisons and even the army, navy and air-force (!) have joined the yuru-kyara craze (from the words yurui (loose or relaxed) and kyara (character)). Kumamon (the rosy-cheeked black bear) the man wears here, represents Kumamoto prefecture in southern Japan. It first appeared in 2010 to promote the Kyushu Shinkansen and according to the Bank of Japan Kumamon’s economic effect on the prefecture amounted to 124.4 billion yen over the past two years.
I have no idea what the woman is wearing. There are now so many mascots that people are losing track of which is which and what it was created to represent in the first place, with the Japanese government starting with mascot population control! The lives of those that have gained international recognition should be spared though!
peace is better than war.
my entry for Peace One Day Challenge @ threadless,up now for scoring!
score '5' here:
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thanks! :)
Today there is an anti-war demo going on. On my way home from work I spotted this. I couldnt help but laugh and snap my pic of this very extravogant piece of 'graffitti'
our factory is prepared for an assault on the senses every nite….. We search the streets for anything we can use for our art , our message, our destiny and our savior..........I am prepared to face authority and condemnation from the new world order,in order to save a child from the streets and ravages of poverty, disease and war, our images are a metaphor for pain and ignorance to a childs plight, the innocence lost, on political corruption, religious vagrants and corporate greed,Army of One may never end war , poverty nor disease thru our grass roots meanderings and art. But we will bring it to the forefront of American Disgrace…….this Cause i have dedicated my rebirth too…….We who run with the night...............We who are given the vision................ We are responsible not to lay down with complacency and mediocrity................ We are the new visionaries ........ Our path is clear……Army of One/jc2 join us............
Rusty Antiwar Sculpture
by Michael, Vietnam veteran
1894 Stage Rd
Pescadero, CA
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