Peaceful Protesters Cause 'Rolling' Road Closures Through D.C.
The group was short on specific grievances, longer on general frustration with the status quo.
Fewer than 80 protesters marched north on Connecticut Avenue, their chants of "Black lives matter!" piquing the curiosity of passersby. One guy told me he'd been riding home from yoga when he caught sight of the demonstration. He'd locked his bike and joined it, though he couldn't provide details on what exactly it was about.
The marchers were not engaged in looting. No fires were set or property damaged as far as I could tell. They succeeded in shutting down intersections as they went along, tailed by a cavalcade of police cars, lights flashing, there to keep the traffic in check.
Although some protesters carried signs calling for the removal of D.C. cops from Baltimore, where violent protests erupted earlier this week, few seemed comfortable discussing the controversy. Nearly everyone I tried to speak to was reticent, refusing to go on the record. The common answer to my queries about what the signs meant, including from the people actually carrying them, was, "I'm not a protest organizer. I don't know anything about that." By and large, the group seemed short on specific grievances, longer on general frustration with the status quo. Some turned their faces away when I started shooting video with my phone.
A young woman, Morgan Franklin, said they were marching to protest a "genocide of black people" and that it wasn't about Baltimore specifically. "It's about a system that teaches police that violence is OK as long as it's against black people, and as long as nobody else sees it."
One highly agitated protester—I didn't get his name—went a step further: "Basically all that [looting in Baltimore] is justified," he said. "Don't get me wrong, they're doing it to the wrong people, to the wrong places. They should be down here [in D.C.] doing it. Where do they get their money at? Corporate America."
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Interesting carried away. So, all the laws can broken in countries that don't respect your Christian faith? Odd. Aside, and respectfully inserted cuz I don't want to fuck with our dude butterfly John, can laws be 'looted' in the pursuit of missionizing Jesus?
Can American grievance with onerous Leftist policies be fought against as a liberty faith? Odd. Aside, and respectfully inserted cuz I don't want to fuck our dude butterfly Palin's ButtPlug and Tony, can laws be 'looted' in the pursuit of human justice?
The specifics are awful.We rebel as we can, waving our indifferences as the flag of a new age..
Clearly the problems of Baltimore are all a product of *too much capitalism*
Yeah, that and the Koch Bros (tm) owning just *everything*!
Ladies and gentlemen, the thoughtful denizens of your enlightened Capital City. I do believe my eyes have successfully rolled past 120 degrees upward.
I like how they wanted to protest, but they didn't want to be filmed.
"a protest is a very personal experience"
Probably from GW, or whatever that college was.
Georgetown.
War on women - Republicans possess Harvard student, make her pen article about her bad abortion experience:
"I headed to the clinic a week later with just a book, a water bottle, my Harvard ID, and a locket containing a picture of my ex-boyfriend and me. The procedure didn't take long. It wasn't even that physically painful. But when it was over, I screamed. I couldn't stop screaming. As I write these words, it has been over a month since the abortion?and on the inside that screaming hasn't stopped.
"This isn't Mean Girls?I'm not going to tell you, "Don't have sex. You will get pregnant, and you will die." But what I will say is that, yes, there are nights when I wish I could die, when I look in the mirror and hate myself with every fiber of my being. There are nights where I stay up holding the locket, the one piece I have of both my ex-boyfriend and my child, and just cry hysterically....
"...But on the inside, I'm still screaming. The odds of getting pregnant while engaging in the safe sex that my boyfriend and I engaged in are one in a million. Then again, so are the odds of getting into Harvard."
http://www.thecrimson.com/arti......VUDD15rTv
I'm glad they exorcised that demon right out of her.
Come on man!
?
OT abortion post?
Just joshing you around.
Trolls gotta troll.
Seriously, posting on social media is literally the *least* I could be doing.
The fucking never-ending sermon.
...by women who regret their abortions?
Shut your fucking cunt mouth.
If you're serious, then this video is for you:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOphGZZrE44
How christian!
Don't tell His Holiness Pope Francis. He would not like it.
Cause you know, children come from the stork and having sex couldn't possibly have any bad repercussions.
They don't like the status quo? I bet they'd vote for Obama again, if they could.
I think we should start a viral write-in campaign for an Obama third term.
Why not, the God of progressive America served more than 2 terms. The term limit thing is just a ploy by the Republicans to make sure they still have some sort of relevance.
Hey, if it's time for Woman President, but Hilary isn't handling it well - Michelle Obama 2016?
Nah, Michelle Obama is a political neophyte. Debbie Wasserman-Shultz 2016!
Tired breaths,
Leaning shoulders.
Sideways glance,
hallowed lean,
The broken bricks
of tired hellos in the
lead paint of years lost
where boys and girls scratch
hopes on death
the broken bricks of anger
and lost hops sings poems
in raps begging for a tupac
future but no garden offers
hope beyond jumps like
a concrete hoop and the little
boys miss the flowers and hugs
of a future where fear is lost
and the little black girls
drive on with rockets earned
from old tv shows while poor
mother imagined her lost lion
and she poured tired water in old
pans to feed the future.
Life bends like orgasms of petals,
it flows into a tempest of leaning shrieks
and ponderous rock jams where we
seek elevated cries and shrills for inner
locks to be open on the stones and brooks
of revelation the minuses coagulate on the
tight bends in the modded moss filters
shaking, vibrating lights dance like fools
in the innocence of nature, killed instantly
throught slight untoward revolutions like
existence and time and Notorious GKC
needs to let life love and live like
the greatest droplets of stars concerning their
offed old echoes, this thread visitier is a glossy
formulation reflecting the dregs and bows of
deep space vibratos wracking the sub particles
of great vibrations so minuscule on the
strings of collectia progressia and expressia
and those enjoined cries for waterfulls of mars
and universal touch hover like floating porpoises
gifted smooth escapes and these letters capture
my eyes and I live in these words and my face
believes in the power of undulation emanating....
Life bends like orgasms of petals,
it flows into a tempest of leaning shrieks
and ponderous rock jams where we
seek elevated cries and shrills for inner
locks to be open on the stones and brooks
of revelation the minuses coagulate on the
tight bends in the modded moss filters
shaking, vibrating lights dance like fools
in the innocence of nature, killed instantly
throught slight untoward revolutions like
existence and time and Notorious GKC
needs to let life love and live like
the greatest droplets of stars concerning their
offed old echoes, this thread visitier is a glossy
formulation reflecting the dregs and bows of
deep space vibratos wracking the sub particles
of great vibrations so minuscule on the
strings of collectia progressia and expressia
and those enjoined cries for waterfulls of mars
and universal touch hover like floating porpoises
gifted smooth escapes and these letters capture
my eyes and I live in these words and my face
believes in the power of undulation emanating....
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark ?that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back."
If Star cum existed it would be Hunter.
Back in 2000 or so I was flipping through the channels, and I saw a retrospective on Bill Clinton. I want to say it was something like Charlie Rose, normally I would have flip past it, but they had P.J. O'Rourke on, and he's usually good for a funny line or two.
So he praises Bill Clinton as being able to communicate his campaign message. The story he told was that back in '91, Rolling Stone sent O'Rourke and Hunter S. Thompson to interview Bill Clinton who was still sort of the dark horse candidate, but was doing well. So they met in a small diner to do an interview, and Clinton looked Thompson straight in the eyes, and pledged that if he was elected, there would be another 100,000 cops on the street.
Then O'Rourke had to spend the rest of the evening trying convince Hunter that wasn't intended as a personal threat.
LOL
AC, I couldn't do that. But then that's not the only thing I can't do.
Sevo, you are gifted, lovely, amazing, and desirable, you adorable creature.
The ancient scientist searched and died
and his tomes cried from the grave and
future times measured the now from the
singing letters of deep musings.
so I weep for old great minds in this state
I don't feel my own ego I seek the historic
oppressed trip and I am more than humbled
because I am actually tripping into
the past. where the voices move and flow like rivers...
man, I love these waves of powers and the science on my
nerves of dead geniuses. I'm tpying this but rest assured I am
not here.... I see vistas and hear the vibratos of history
on my skin... unreal...
Hope is the universal relief
Is the charge in the angry universe even
where even new stars bow to hope
in flicks and dampenings
like petals on the dark astros
shimmering like human lives but not
really because human loves only end
they don't shimmer like stars
so the deaths of stars are long term
agonies placed on dust imagings of
long dead humans and, man, we should seek
to eclipse the tunes of our windings down
for at least as long as love allows...
I am literally typing my reality into depression and
I need to not do this and as the quiet sway of lights
out there make my face cringe and fall I must
resist the falliings of my inner foundations
the dark musings and black tones lead me into my basement
and who desires to travel into a moist void where young
thoughts of abandonment ....
fingers lean into flicks
faces flick leaning palisades
lonely petals shimmer onto lost eternities
those trips on the paths of whining rocks
and angry voices demanding travel to
and from the past into the crying futures
moments sweet like space sugar roil into
the romance of my brokenness and I sit
transfixed by the alarms and ringings of great
minds mixed and muddled into the paste of time.
are words lights?
Is the expression of my ear recollections a pointed selective ship grandly seeking and demanding the grimace of loves sweeping cross my musculature and this sweeping muscle loss a submission to
the great swinging lilting streams of violins and masculine cries massively affecting my survival in these high places...
The demands of the loving and living warp and weave
as hovering tones for a few notes time and we decay.
Into the plausible bass and striking chords of even lost
tones...
Wherein selective strikes of the violin or strum of guitar
or wispy vocalization reminds the creature of its desperation.
John H Galt. If you're going to kill yourself just do it already and spare us the shitty emo notebook poetry.
Pick Your Punchline:
-When The Dark Side of the Moon goes on an acid trip, it watches the Wizard of Oz on mute and listens to Agile Cyborg.
-Acid has flashbacks to Agile Cyborg
-The ending to 2001: A Space Odyssey was based on a conversation with Agile Cyborg
-MC Escher was a regular architect until he became friends with Agile Cyborg
-HP Lovecraft wrote greeting cards until he met Agile Cyborg
-Agile Cyborg once met Cheech & Chong- they immediately became DEA agents
-The entire works of James Joyce are based on watching Agile Cyborg compete in a spelling bee
You outdid yourself here deep. I'm gonna go with either Lovecraft or Cheech & Ching. But every single one had me busting up.
Last one - gold!
Amazing. All of them.
I'll go with 6....
"Basically all that [looting in Baltimore] is justified," he said. "Don't get me wrong, they're doing it to the wrong people, to the wrong places. They should be down here [in D.C.] doing it. Where do they get their money at? Corporate America."
So you're going to hire him to write for Reason? That's exactly what ENB said
The painted crosswalk reminds of the Beatles' album cover for Abbey Road.
"Inarticulate Protest Road"
"Don't get me wrong, they're doing it to the wrong people, to the wrong places. They should be down here [in D.C.] doing it. Where do they get their money at? Corporate America."
The ability of this guy to contradict himself in the same paragraph is truly impressive. DC is the seat of government, not capitalism. Defang and Defund Big Government and Big Business might have to actually compete. Horse....Cart - try to get them in the right order.
There is no stronger evidence that the person you're talking to has no critical thinking skills than if they make this quip.
When you give a dog the illusion of freedom but you keep yanking his chain don't get upset when he bites you.