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Thursday, August 25, 2016

I am under police surveillance. You can help stop it. Police Following Black Women to Neighborhood Stores

I am under police surveillance. You can help stop it.

April Goggans, Color Of Change <>

Stingrays allow police to illegally search our phones, but the FCC has the power to shut them down. Demand action!

Because I am standing up for Black lives, I am now under police surveillance.

Demand the FCC take up Color Of Change’s complaint and stop police use of Stingrays.


Dear Cathy,

My name is April, and I am a Core Organizer with Black Lives Matter DC. And because I am standing up for Black lives, I am now under police surveillance.

Stand with me and demand the FCC stop police use of Stingray surveillance!
A few hours after sending emails about being under police surveillance, I was targeted by an officer at the 7-11 near my house. I made sure to avoid him while in the store but when I left he was waiting for me, standing right outside the door. As I turned to walk to my car he yelled sarcastically, "Have a good evening Ms. Goggans" and then began to hostilely bully, threaten and harass me.

Knowing law enforcement is watching you is not thrilling or full of action like many well-known movies. It is omnipresent. It dictates how you move in the world, it makes you second-guess your associates, friends, co-workers and people you walk by on the street. Nothing is the same after you are sure “they” are watching you. There have been times I haven’t answered the door, my phone or gone to certain events because of the emotional labor and mental alertness it would take to be out in the world, even if only briefly.

This is the power of the military-grade surveillance tool that police across the country are using and have used against me - the Stingray. These devices can monitor everything you do on your phone or be used to block your cell service. These Stingrays are being deployed daily by police to vacuum up the personal data of entire neighborhoods.

Stand with me and demand the FCC stop police use of Stingray surveillance!

The first time I saw “the truck” was in early spring. I was representing BLM while participating in an action with a local organization a few blocks from my home. A group of wealthy developers had purchased tickets for the “gentrification bus” to ride through predominantly Black, working class neighborhoods to scope out property to buy and develop there. We blocked the bus until it had to literally back out of our neighborhood. It was an exhilarating win until it disappeared down the street. Before we could react, a dozen police units rushed into the area, jumped out of their cars and started escalating, threatening, and antagonizing us. Then we saw “the truck.” We didn’t know what it was but knew we hadn’t seen it at any protest before.

We had been livestreaming the entire event on Facebook, documenting the police as they started pushing people, even throwing a mother and son on top of cars. But as soon as “the truck” showed up my phone kept losing the cell signal and our livestream cut out. I felt the hair on my arms stand up, I knew that “the truck” had something to do with it – it was carrying a Stingray. I immediately thought about all of the personal information they could access from my phone. And not just mine – but my daughters, my parents, and friends that I love dearly. I was sick with worry. Would they use that information to hurt them? I had no answer and no way to find out. I felt violated, unprotected, alone, like the perfect target.

This was the first time we caught police using Stingrays to intimidate us, to shut down our ability to share what was happening with the world, and it wasn’t the last.

Stand with me and demand the FCC stop police use of Stingray surveillance!

In late July, BLM DC joined other groups to occupy the Legislative Office of the National Fraternal Order of Police (FOP) in DC. After about an hour of the occupation, “the truck” pulled up. It was parked there for the rest of the day. Before it showed up, I had been able to easily text, tweet and livestream the event. But once “the truck” parked, it was next to impossible for me to use my phone to send anything all day.

Now, every time I see “the truck” pull up to our events I have the same visceral reaction. It’s like opening a wound. Just like the first time, I felt violated, unprotected, alone. I had to remind my comrades to watch out for me as I moved throughout the day and I tried not to go anywhere alone. After the action with the gentrification bus, everyone now recognizes “the truck,” and each time, for a moment, you can see them trying to process the same fears I do.

Stingray devices and police surveillance are tools of fear, tools of intimidation. Just because we are standing up for Black lives does not give the police right to warrantlessly shut down or monitor or cell phone communications. Last week, Color Of Change filed a complaint with the FCC on police use of Stingrays, and if the FCC follows through it could end Stingray use across the country. But the FCC will only take up the complaint and take strong action against Stingrays if they hear from all of us. Don’t let police continue to spy on us and cut off our communications, demand the FCC act!

Stand with me and demand the FCC stop police use of Stingray surveillance!

Until Justice is Real,

--April - Black Lives Matter DC

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Tuesday, August 16, 2016


The Clinton Crime factory


Trump is Clinton

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Aug. 16, 2016


Donald Trump never actually wanted to be President of the United States. I know this for a fact. I’m not going to say how I know it. I’m not saying that Trump and I shared the same agent or lawyer or stylist or, if we did, that that would have anything to do with anything. And I’m certainly not saying that I ever overheard anything at those agencies or in the hallways of NBC or anywhere else. But there are certain people reading this right now, they know who they are, and they know that every word in the following paragraphs actually happened.

Trump was unhappy with his deal as host and star of his hit NBC show, “The Apprentice” (and “The Celebrity Apprentice”). Simply put, he wanted more money. He had floated the idea before of possibly running for president in the hopes that the attention from that would make his negotiating position stronger. But he knew, as the self-proclaimed king of the dealmakers, that saying you’re going to do something is bupkus — DOING it is what makes the bastards sit up and pay attention.

Trump had begun talking to other networks about moving his show. This was another way to get leverage — the fear of losing him to someone else — and when he “quietly” met with the head of one of those networks, and word got around, his hand was strengthened. He knew then that it was time to play his Big Card.

He decided to run for President.

Of course he wouldn’t really have to RUN for President — just make the announcement, hold a few mega-rallies that would be packed with tens of thousands of fans, and wait for the first opinion polls to come in showing him — what else! — in first place! And then he would get whatever deal he wanted, worth millions more than what he was currently being paid.

So, on June 16th of last year, he rode down his golden escalator and opened his mouth. With no campaign staff, no 50-state campaign infrastructure — neither of which he needed because, remember, this wasn’t going to be a real campaign — and with no prepared script, he went off the rails at his kick-off press conference, calling Mexicans “rapists” and “drug dealers” and pledging to build a wall to keep them all out. Jaws in the room were agape. His comments were so offensive, NBC, far from offering him a bigger paycheck, immediately fired him with this terse statement: “Due to the recent derogatory statements by Donald Trump regarding immigrants, NBCUniversal is ending its business relationship with Mr. Trump.” NBC said it was also canceling the beauty pageants owned by Trump: Miss USA and Miss Universe. BOOM.

Trump was stunned. So much for the art of the deal. He never expected this, but he stuck to his plan anyway to increase his “value” in the eyes of the other networks by showing them how many millions of Americans wanted Him to be their Leader. He knew, of course (and the people he trusted also told him) that there was no way he was actually going to win many (if any) of the primaries, and he certainly would not become the Republican nominee, and NEVER would he EVER be the President of the United States. Of course not! Nor would he want to be! The job of being President is WORK and BORING and you have to live in the GHETTO of Washington, DC, in a SMALL 200-yr. old house that’s damp and dreary and has only TWO floors! A “second floor” is not a penthouse! But none of this was a worry, as “Trump for President” was only a ruse that was going to last a few months.

And then something happened. And to be honest, if it happened to you, you might have reacted the same way. Trump, to his own surprise, ignited the country, especially among people who were the opposite of billionaires. He went straight to #1 in the polls of Republican voters. Up to 30,000 boisterous supporters started showing up to his rallies. TV ate it up. He became the first American celebrity to be able to book himself on any show he wanted to be on — and then NOT show up to the studio! From “Face the Nation” to “The Today Show” to Anderson Cooper, he was able to simply phone in and they’d put him on the air live. He could’ve been sitting on his golden toilet in Trump Tower for all we knew –and the media had no problem with any of that. In fact, CBS head Les Moonves famously admitted that Trump was very good for TV ratings and selling ads — music to the ears the NBC-spurned narcissist.

Trump fell in love with himself all over again, and he soon forgot his mission to get a good deal for a TV show. A TV show? Are you kldding – that’s for losers like Chris Harrison, whoever that is (host of “The Bachelorette”). He was no longer king of the dealmakers — he was King of the World! His tiniest musings would be discussed and dissected everywhere by everybody for days, weeks, months! THAT never happened on “The Apprentice”! Host a TV show? He was the star of EVERY TV SHOW — and, soon, winning nearly every primary!

And then… you can see the moment it finally dawned on him… that “Oh shit!” revelation: “I’m actually going to be the Republican nominee — and my rich beautiful life is f#*@ing over!” It was the night he won the New Jersey primary. The headline on was, “Donald Trump’s Subdued Victory Speech After Winning New Jersey.” Instead of it being one of his loud, brash speeches, it was downright depressing. No energy, no happiness, just the realization that now he was going to have to go through with this stunt that he started. It was no longer going to be performance art. He was going to have to go to work.

Soon, though, his karma caught up with him. Calling Mexicans “rapists” should have disqualified him on Day One (or for saying Obama wasn’t born here, as he did in 2011). No, it took 13 months of racist, sexist, stupid comments before he finally undid himself with the trifecta of attacking the family of a slain soldier, ridiculing the Purple Heart and suggesting that the pro-gun crowd assassinate Hillary Clinton. By this past weekend, the look on his face said it all — “I hate this! I want my show back!” But it was too late. He was damaged goods, his brand beyond repair, a worldwide laughing stock — and worse, a soon-to-be loser.

But, let me throw out another theory, one that assumes that Trump isn’t as dumb or crazy as he looks. Maybe the meltdown of the past three weeks was no accident. Maybe it’s all part of his new strategy to get the hell out of a race he never intended to see through to its end anyway. Because, unless he is just “crazy,” the only explanation for the unusual ramping up, day after day, of one disgustingly reckless statement after another is that he’s doing it consciously (or subconsciously) so that he’ll have to bow out or blame “others” for forcing him out. Many now are sensing the end game here because they know Trump seriously doesn’t want to do the actual job — and, most importantly, he cannot and WILL NOT suffer through being officially and legally declared a loser — LOSER! — on the night of November 8th.

Trust me, I’ve met the guy. Spent an afternoon with him. He would rather invite the Clintons AND the Obamas to his next wedding than have that scarlet letter (“L”) branded on his forehead seconds after the last polls have closed on that night, the evening of the final episode of the permanently cancelled Donald Trump Shit-Show.

Don, if you’re reading this, do it soon. Give your pathetic party a chance to pick up the pieces and nominate Ryan or Romney so they can be the ones to lose the White House, the Senate, the House and yes, praise Jesus and the Notorious RBG, the Supreme Court. Don’t be too hard on yourself. You’re only the logical conclusion to a party that has lived off the currency of racism and bigotry and fellating the 1% for decades, and now their Trump has
come home to roost.

Michael Moore 

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

An MD tells the truth about vaccines

Suicide of 70-Year-Old John Mackenzie After Tenth Parole Denial Illustrates Broken System

Is the Fight to End Mass Incarceration Wasting Away in Washington?






Friday, August 5, 2016




THIRD WORLD: Flint mayor suspends garbage pick-ups, tells residents to keep trash inside pending further notice

White Police Officer Convicted of Manslaughter for Death of Unarmed Black Teen

President Obama's Powerful Essay on Women’s Rights: 'This Is What a Feminist Looks Like'

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Portland Teachers Expose Lead in Schools


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Trump Asked Three Times in an Hour Security Briefing Why We Can't Just Use Nuclear Weapons

Korryn Gaines' Facebook Was Deactivated Because She Was Filming the Police

Va. Officer Guilty of Voluntary Manslaughter in Shooting Death of 18-Year-Old William Chapman

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