“The Ultimate Superman Tale” by David Lasky.
ohhhhhhhhhh that one hurts
The father of Ramarley Graham, a Bronx teen who was killed in his home by the NYPD last year, holds two fliers promoting the Stop the Cop march next month and the
1st memorial (+ rally and candlelight vigil) for Ramarley which will be held on February 2nd @ 749 East 229th Street at 2pm.
It was more sophisticated than we had imagined: new documents show that the violent crackdown on Occupy last fall – so mystifying at the time – was not just coordinated at the level of the FBI, the Department of Homeland Security, and local police. The crackdown, which involved, as you may recall, violent arrests, group disruption, canister missiles to the skulls of protesters, people held in handcuffs so tight they were injured, people held in bondage till they were forced to wet or soil themselves –was coordinated with the big banks themselves.
The Partnership for Civil Justice Fund, in a groundbreaking scoop that should once more shame major US media outlets (why are nonprofits now some of the only entities in America left breaking major civil liberties news?), filed this request. The document – reproduced here in an easily searchable format – shows a terrifying network of coordinated DHS, FBI, police, regional fusion center, and private-sector activity so completely merged into one another that the monstrous whole is, in fact, one entity: in some cases, bearing a single name, the Domestic Security Alliance Council. And it reveals this merged entity to have one centrally planned, locally executed mission. The documents, in short, show the cops and DHS working for and with banks to target, arrest, and politically disable peaceful American citizens.
The documents, released after long delay in the week between Christmas and New Year, show a nationwide meta-plot unfolding in city after city in an Orwellian world: six American universities are sites where campus police funneled information about students involved with OWS to the FBI, with the administrations’ knowledge (p51); banks sat down with FBI officials to pool information about OWS protesters harvested by private security; plans to crush Occupy events, planned for a month down the road, were made by the FBI – and offered to the representatives of the same organizations that the protests would target…
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I wrote about five albums i really dug this year for Wired. It’s the first time that I’ve written about music for an outlet, as opposed to doing it for myself whenever I feel like it. Strange: I don’t feel any type of way about that, tho I feel like I should feel something.
Some good music talked up in here. I’ve been playing Aesop Rock’s album for a while now and there’s a few albums on this list I need to listen to some more.
Jeez, that comment section though. People using the title as an excuse to rant about how we don’t “own” digital music, people not knowing the music on the list and snarking about not being as “hip” as the writers, and a bunch of people going on about how music sucks now and that these bands will be forgotten in 20 years and Rush’s new album was the best this year (which after listening to some tracks from it and as someone who likes Rush… no).
When am I going to learn to not read comment sections anymore?
Transit authorities in cities across the country are quietly installing microphone-enabled surveillance systems on public buses that would give them the ability to record and store private conversations. The systems are raising a number of privacy…
Another step towards increased governmental control…
As someone whose age puts me in that weird generational overlap/dead zone between the youngest members of Gen X and the oldest Millennials, and whose interests put me in that even weirder subcultural overlap/dead zone between geeks and hipsters, this article is exactly the response I wanted to see. Those last three points especially.(via natepatrin)
2012 Voting Machines Altering Votes (by centralpavote)My wife and I went to the voting booths this morning before work. There were 4 older ladies running the show and 3 voting booths that are similar to a science fair project in how they fold up. They had an oval VOTE logo on top center and a cartridge slot on the left that the volunteers used to start your ballot. I initially selected Obama but Romney was highlighted. I assumed it was being picky so I deselected Romney and tried Obama again, this time more carefully, and still got Romney. Being a software developer, I immediately went into troubleshoot mode. I first thought the calibration was off and tried selecting Jill Stein to actually highlight Obama. Nope. Jill Stein was selected just fine. Next I deselected her and started at the top of Romney’s name and started tapping very closely together to find the ‘active areas’. From the top of Romney’s button down to the bottom of the black checkbox beside Obama’s name was all active for Romney. From the bottom of that same checkbox to the bottom of the Obama button (basically a small white sliver) is what let me choose Obama. Stein’s button was fine. All other buttons worked fine. I asked the voters on either side of me if they had any problems and they reported they did not. I then called over a volunteer to have a look at it. She him hawed for a bit then calmly said “It’s nothing to worry about, everything will be OK.” and went back to what she was doing. I then recorded this video.
Neither is the little girl, actually. She did come back after the conversation, just once, and said she’d actually went up to the grocery store with her parents and told the homeless guy about my job offer. As it turns out, this “homeless guy” — who I didn’t actually personally know, and brought up as a purely theoretical person at the time — was this fella Jerry who used to work at the Ford plant until he was laid off and needed to do some odd jobs to support himself. Last summer I offered him $50 for one day of work to do all the things I asked the little girl to do. But all he did was complain: first, when he was pulling weeds, he asked me if I had any gloves or a Garden Weasel or something he could borrow to make the job easier. I told him I did fine without all that stuff and that $50 for an honest day’s work should more than make up for it. Then, when he was sweeping my driveway, my dog came running out of the house and started barking non-stop at him. Jerry said he was nervous around dogs, which is crazy — I mean, Hercules is pretty big for a Great Dane but he’s friendly once you get to know him. He asked me to bring the dog back inside and I told him to just ignore it, but he seemed way too distracted to do his job properly, taking all that extra time to finish because he couldn’t stop putting ten feet between himself and the dog every time it came close. And then, here’s the ridiculous part: he was mowing the lawn when the mower hit a rock and it ricocheted out and hit his leg. It didn’t look like a deep cut — I mean, I’ve had scrapes before, but I’ve bucked up and dealt with it and I’m smart enough not to wear shorts while mowing the lawn anyways. Jerry? He whined about wanting some disinfectant and some fancy-ass gauze bandage for it. I brought him a Band-Aid that he whined was “too small” — I’m surprised he didn’t moan that it was the “wrong color,” too; you know how some people want special treatment and everything. In the end, he took an hour longer than I’d hoped, so I was almost late for my tee time. When I docked him $10 — well, I could tell he was ungrateful, even if he didn’t show it, but he put on this fake diplomatic front and asked if there was anything else he could help with — cleaning the gutters or washing my Lexus or some other thing I can perfectly well do myself. I told him he was lucky I didn’t hire some illegal or my nephew or some local 12-year-old to do the work he just did for $20, and sent him off.
Not like it matters much, though. This neighborhood’s been going to shit since the housing crisis, so I’ve had my eye on this nice high-rise condo downtown. No lawn to mow, no driveway to sweep, no weeds to pull — man, that’ll make my life a whole lot easier.