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Refuse Fascism TRUMP MUST GO NOW! Independence Day Rally at Logan Circle, NW, Washington DC on Friday afternoon, 4 July 2025 by Elvert Barnes Protest Photography
JIM KEADY
Visit Refuse Fascism 4 July 2025 TUMP MUST GO NOW website at refusefascism.org/2025/06/12/july-4th-week-in-washington-dc/
Elvert Barnes Protests Photography 2025 at elvertxbarnes.com/protests
Elvert Barnes July 2025 at exbphoto.com/2025
Elvert Barnes former 4 JULY docu-project at elvertbarnes.com/4July.html
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15-16-17-18 of July, Viveiro, Spain
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Re-fu-sed, salle Cinelux à St Juery? n'importe quoi!
Aussi improbable que Bratmobile en concert au bar du village de St Barthelemy d'agenais ou As Friend Rust + Discount & Damnation AD dans une discotheque paumée au mileu des bois en Dordogne! (-authentiques concerts!-)
Bref, qu'est ce que nos suédois préférés étaient venus se paumer dans ce bled merdique de la banlieue albigeoise?!
En tout cas pure soirée quand même! Le décors kitch de la scene rajoutait un coté encore plus décalé au jeu de scène facétieux de Dennis... bon le son était pas top dans mes souvenirs approximatifs mais bon le lendemain on a remis le couvert et les avons suivis au Rockstore à Montpell' yeah!
Morning recap: cellphone alarm clock refuses to turn off; Will wakes up early; fire alarms start going off in the house causing triplet panic but no worries- I can lift all 3 while Chaz checks out the house; Katie had 5 outfit changes due to spills; got everyone in the car and then it didnt start. Got stuck behind a construction cherry picker most of the way to work...and it isnt even 9am. OMG.
In the early 80s Nicholas Martin was one of the team of organists at the Tower Ballroom, Blackpool. That was until he was made an offer he couldn't ( and didn't! ) refuse
Cold, wet, with a few lungfulls of salty, brine-filled sea water, I washed up on the shore, like so much rotting refuse. Didn't have a clue how I had survived. Perhaps I hadn't, and this was some cruel afterlife of turture and torment for me to enter into, to pass through, a trial by fire and brimstone, a rite of passage to wherever my winding path was directing me, to whatever hellish story was written out for me, long ago, deep in some underwater cavern. Coughed and spattered, a semi-lifeless corpse, fighting for some kind of furtherance on the banks of some strange and foreign land. Vision a mere hazy mystery only, and a deep chilling of the coldest winter in my heart, I was laid to waste, a speck of incongruence on the factal coastline of infinite length. I expelled the unholy waters of death, gallons upon gallons it seemed, spewing forth quite literally, the fountain of youth, the foetal stream of incurable exodus, and was left curled up, alone, somewhere on the borders of this world and the next.
I crawled. I crawled the inclining sands, against the clinging cat-o-nine-tail waves that crashed, caught hold, and endeavered to draw me back to my watery grave. I fought. That hard yard battle between existence and inexistence that so many of my bretheren face each day. Survival became me, in all instances having influence on the present. I was there, but I was not there, and upon the endless beach I climbed, I traversed. I made it to the edge of where the dry sand meets the wet, and my compulsion caved in. I collapsed and fell, deep, into the unconscious self. I slept for a thousand years, or at least until the tide had receded and once again climbed, and it was the next day, and the waters were once again lapping at my feed, hungry to claim another lost soul.
I woke up with the sun, hovering just over the horizon to the east. It was the blinking eye of Ra, looking down on me, just making sure that I was alright. And I was. At least I thought I was. I looked up and down the dawning shore, an absolute desert save for a few seagulls that seemed to be mourning the loss of one of their own, one not so lucky. There was no one there for me though, and for the first time in my life I felt absolutely and completely cut off, alone. It was me and the world, me and the universe bearing down with its infinite possibilities and magnitude. I was feeling better though, much better than the deleriousness of the night before. It felt like everything had all been some kind of terrible nightmare, though then I finally wondered, when hasn't my life seemed like that, in some shape or form.
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Dube Soweto Johannesburg Gauteng South Africa
I am told that the Government removed the roofs after people refused to pay a nominal rent and utilities including Water and Electricity because they claim Nelson Mandela had promised them Free Housing. Instead, the people choose to live in Shipping Containers. It is a Sad State of Affairs.
www.timeslive.co.za/news/south-africa/2017-09-12-r95m-dow...
The Gauteng Department of Human Settlements spent R95-million building 1,870 low-cost housing units adjacent to the Dube Hostel in Soweto to house residents from Diepkloof and Mzimhlophe.
But hostel dwellers refused to move in saying they could not afford to pay for the services and refused to allow other qualifying beneficiaries to move in.
The Historic Commercial Vehicles Society's London-Brighton run stopped off at the Broadfield Stadium.
Such care has been given to these vehicles - even the rubbish truck shines.
Lumber and a window. Pick up sticks.
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The intense interior ailing caused by a refused proposal can be felt by those who went through it only. It's just not the flowers thrown away, it's the heart thrown hard at the stones.. Let love not be misjudged; May true proposals always end up in joy..
Refuse Fascism TRUMP MUST GO NOW! Independence Day Rally at Logan Circle, NW, Washington DC on Friday afternoon, 4 July 2025 by Elvert Barnes Protest Photography
Visit Refuse Fascism 4 July 2025 TUMP MUST GO NOW website at refusefascism.org/2025/06/12/july-4th-week-in-washington-dc/
Elvert Barnes Protests Photography 2025 at elvertxbarnes.com/protests
Elvert Barnes July 2025 at exbphoto.com/2025
Elvert Barnes former 4 JULY docu-project at elvertbarnes.com/4July.html