Sunday, January 29, 2017

Blue Monday, Woody Guthrie edition

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free

...and I'll stick them in a detention center.

Yes, this is happening.

The lawyers said that one of the Iraqis detained at Kennedy Airport, Hameed Khalid Darweesh, had worked on behalf of the U.S. government in Iraq for 10 years. The other, Haider Sameer Abdulkhaleq Alshawi, was coming to the United States to join his wife, who had worked for a U.S. contractor, and young son, the lawyers said. They said both men were detained at the airport Friday night after arriving on separate flights.
The attorneys said they were not allowed to meet with their clients, and there were tense moments as they tried to reach them.
“Who is the person we need to talk to?” asked one of the lawyers, Mark Doss, supervising attorney at the International Refugee Assistance Project.
“Mr. President,” said a Customs and Border Protection agent, who declined to identify himself. “Call Mr. Trump.”
 The atrocities keep piling up.



Labels: , ,

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Butch Trucks

RIP



Along with Jai Johnny Johanson and Berry Oakley (also RIP), one-third of the greatest, swingingest rock&roll  rhythm section of all time.

And the father  uncle of a pretty good guitarist.

Labels: ,

Anymore


Labels:

Monday, January 23, 2017

Blue Monday, John Lennon edition

Saturday, January 21, 2017

While your natural soul burns



Labels:

Friday, January 20, 2017

Somebody has to change

Monday, January 16, 2017

Legitimacy

All talk.

Lewis was at the head of the long double-file line. He wore a tan raincoat and carried a knapsack containing a book and a couple of pieces of fruit, just in case he got hungry later in jail. The protesters were facing off against countless blue-helmeted Alabama state troops armed with whips and truncheons. Lewis saw one trooper with a rubber hose wrapped in barbed wire. The streets were lined with “about a hundred whites, laughing and hollering, waving Confederate flags.” Lewis could hear one trooper’s horse snort and wheeze.

Given one minute to disperse by the troopers, Lewis had the protesters kneel in prayer. They would not leave. “And then they were upon us.” The troopers charged, and the first among them brought down a nightstick on the left side of Lewis’s skull. His legs gave way. “I really thought I was going to die,” he said. He curled up on the ground, as he had been trained, in a “prayer for protection” position.” The trooper hit him again. And then came the canisters of tear gas. His skull fractured, his coat a mess of mud and blood, Lewis refused to go to the hospital. Barely conscious, he reached Brown Chapel, the headquarters of the movement, ascended to the pulpit, and told those gathered, many of them still gasping from the tear gas, “I don’t know how President Johnson can send troops to Vietnam. I don’t see how he can send troops to the Congo. I don’t see how he can send troops to Africa, and he can’t send troops to Selma, Alabama. Next time we march, we may have to keep going when we get to Montgomery. We may have to go on to Washington.”

That night, an audience of forty-eight million people watched a fifteen-minute report on Selma. President Lyndon B. Johnson, who had urged civil-rights leaders to force his hand if they wanted him to support a voting-rights bill, now saw that it was time to promote one. On national television, he compared Selma to Lexington and Concord as a “turning point in man’s unending search for freedom.” And the Voting Rights Act—now under assault in many ways—became law.

Keep on tweeting, Illegitimate One.

Labels: , ,

Blue Monday, Aretha Franklin edition

Friday, January 13, 2017

How can you run when you know?

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Repeal and....

Monday, January 09, 2017

Blue Monday, Luther Allison edition

Saturday, January 07, 2017

Been away so long I hardly knew the place


Labels: ,

Monday, January 02, 2017

Blue Monday, Legion of Mary edition

Weblog Commenting by HaloScan.com Site Meter