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18:00:05 12/09/11
Patrick Meighan, Writer for Family Guy Arrested at Occupy LA
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Every police officer should remember this video .
Patrick Meighan, writer for the animated sitcom, Family Guy (See the clip above) was one of the arrested Occupy LA protesters during the eviction of the occupiers in the wee morning hours of December 1st. He's very um..."unhappy" about that whole debacle, and as such a creative writer he's very good at putting the details into words.
From "My Occupy LA Arrest, by Patrick Meighan," here's a look: >
When the LAPD finally began arresting those of us interlocked around the symbolic tent, we were all ordered by the LAPD to unlink from each other (in order to facilitate the arrests). Each seated, nonviolent protester beside me who refused to cooperate by unlinking his arms had the following done to him: an LAPD officer would forcibly extend the protestor’s legs, grab his left foot, twist it all the way around and then stomp his boot on the insole, pinning the protestor’s left foot to the pavement, twisted backwards. Then the LAPD officer would grab the protestor’s right foot and twist it all the way the other direction until the non-violent protestor, in incredible agony, would shriek in pain and unlink from his neighbor. >
It was horrible to watch, and apparently designed to terrorize the rest of us. At least I was sufficiently terrorized. I unlinked my arms voluntarily and informed the LAPD officers that I would go peacefully and cooperatively. I stood as instructed, and then I had my arms wrenched behind my back, and an officer hyperextended my wrists into my inner arms. It was super violent, it hurt really really bad, and he was doing it on purpose. When I involuntarily recoiled from the pain, the LAPD officer threw me face-first to the pavement. He had my hands behind my back, so I landed right on my face. The officer dropped with his knee on my back and ground my face into the pavement. It really, really hurt and my face started bleeding and I was very scared. I begged for mercy and I promised that I was honestly not resisting and would not resist. >
My hands were then zipcuffed very tightly behind my back, where they turned blue. I am now suffering nerve damage in my right thumb and palm. >
I was put on a paddywagon with other nonviolent protestors and taken to a parking garage in Parker Center. They forced us to kneel on the hard pavement of that parking garage for seven straight hours with our hands still tightly zipcuffed behind our backs. Some began to pass out. One man rolled to the ground and vomited for a long, long time before falling unconscious. The LAPD officers watched and did nothing. >
At 9 a.m. we were finally taken from the pavement into the station to be processed. The charge was sitting in the park after the police said not to. It’s a misdemeanor. Almost always, for a misdemeanor, the police just give you a ticket and let you go. It costs you a couple hundred dollars. Apparently, that’s what happened with most every other misdemeanor arrest in LA that day. >
With us Occupy LA protestors, however, they set bail at $5,000 and booked us into jail. Almost none of the protesters could afford to bail themselves out. I’m lucky and I could afford it, except the LAPD spent all day refusing to actually *accept* the bail they set. If you were an accused murderer or a rapist in LAPD custody that day, you could bail yourself right out and be back on the street, no problem. But if you were a nonviolent Occupy LA protestor with bail money in hand, you were held long into the following morning, with absolutely no access to a lawyer. >
I spent most of my day and night crammed into an eight-man jail cell, along with sixteen other Occupy LA protesters. My sleeping spot was on the floor next to the toilet. >
Finally, at 2:30 the next morning, after twenty-five hours in custody, I was released on bail. But there were at least 200 Occupy LA protestors who couldn’t afford the bail. The LAPD chose to keep those peaceful, non-violent protesters in prison for two full days… the absolute legal maximum that the LAPD is allowed to detain someone on misdemeanor charges.
Meighan reminds us that LA Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa has referred to all of this as “the LAPD’s finest hour.” He also reminds us that not arrested on Dec. 1st, was former Citigroup CEO Charles Prince, nor was he arrested on any other date for that matter.
Be sure to read Patrick Meighan's entire account of the Occupy LA raid here , and thank-you, Patrick, for sharing your anger with us. Looking forward to a very special episode of the Family Guy .
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05:23:27 09/15/11
Too many problems in my life
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http://rehdogg.bandcamp.com/album/virgin-islands-reggae-explosion (Intro) So much problems inside of my life, I don’t understand why From time meh born,you know what I mean Want you understand what me ah chat seh, mercy me All people who struggle, I want you listen this lyrics consciously seen (Verse) There’s so many problems going on in meh life, when will I settle down get a girl to be my wife My mother wants me to commit to Jesus Christ, but the demons inside always put up a fight Life is unfair and the world is not nice,every man in this world will have to pay a price I’m living hell on earth all day and in the night, drink Budweiser until I’m high as a kite Soundclick emcees join and unite,continue my lyrics yes I chat through the mic Bob Marley told us it would be all right, but I highly disagree my life is put up a fight Here is a quote from Tom Ripley, If I had a big eraser I would rub out the world The first person I would start with is myself,cause I have too many secrets backed up on myself No matter how hard I try my life is a lie, happy on the outside but sad inside Pain so deep I’m drowning that is no lie, most times I’d rather live in a virtual world I had a virtual girl but I had to leave her, she fell too deep in love so I had to leave her Cause this love inside I have none, that’s why I have to come and tell everyone (Verse) There’s so many problems in my life going on, I have to settle down and het a nice wife And my mother told me I have to pray to Jesus Christ, but the demons inside always put up a fight a Life is unfair and the world is not nice, every man in the world will have to pay a price I’m living on earth and hell that’s a lie, try to sort things that takes time Soundclick emcees time to unite, now these conscious lyrics I’m spiting here through the mic (Break) Bob Marley told us it’s gonna be all right but I highly disagree my life is one big fight Umm yeah I don’t know what’s going on, but I know it’s time to reborn I want you to listen to me cause you know Reh Dogg come to reborn Yeah (5 times) (Verse) I was born on the Island St. Thomas, the tourist them come and they want to run me out Them sort of things make me get dangerous, so meh get dangerous and then meh get anxious Hit them one cuff and they fall to the ground, the tourist them really,really,really, bother me But that’s all right with me I don’t care, cause I went away and moved away cause I played dare Anyway I want you to understand me, so many problems in a meh life I need to pray to Jesus Christ my mother said, she may be right that’s a good answer I thought I found true love but I guess I was wrong, that’s why I decide to write this song So I can remain calm thought our feelings were strong, we use to sit back in my bed and watch funny movies I remember your favorite Something Mary; we used to watch it laugh so hard until we pee Play PS2 until we both fell asleep, you were my boo God knows how much I loved you I guess I was a fool would you believe me, I don’t know but it’s time that you go Cause you know I am the star of the show, Christmas was Merry but New Years better yeah http://rehdogg.bandcamp.com/album/virgin-islands-reggae-explosion
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14:53:36 10/04/06
#4 - Richard Hawley
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Today, there is no shortage of serious young men in groups, sketching out how they imagine the extremes and depths of emotion might be. Time was, though, that only those who had earned the right to sing of love, loss and striving would share such confidences - real singers, of the calibre of Scott Walker, Roy Orbison, or even Nancy's old dad, The Chairman himself. Richard Hawley understands this. The man who could well be Britain's finest songwriter insists his mind is full only with "confused thoughts and Guinness". But when he sings, he does so in a voice that's deep and low, and does not lie. His merciful, wise songs tell of the heart's truths as seen in the dark, revealed by moonlight. Remember, this is the hopeless romantic who, on returning home from a lengthy tour of America was reduced to tears by the sight of a bottle of sauce - Sheffield delicacy Henderson's Relish - on his kitchen table. Coles Corner, Richard's first album for Mute, was released on 5th September 2005. While his previous long-players, Late Night Final (2001) and Lowedges (2003), scaled remarkable heights of elegance and emotional candour, this collection is surely his best to date. Within, orchestral splendour sits alongside earthy rock and roll in songs that are by turns intimate and soaring. So go with him as he leads you down to the ocean, or reveals the secret interior of a hotel room, or shows you the seductive open road. Take the string-led, alone-in-a-crowd title track, where Hawley's narrator walks the city at night and hopes that "Maybe there's someone waiting for me/ With a smile and a flower in her hair." A smouldering take on the same ambivalence that drives Petula Clark's Downtown, it's a telling foretaste of what else is coming down the wires. Born Under A Bad Sign, by contrast, is a drifting, country confessional for glockenspiel and guitar, which slow dances around autobiography and universal experience: "What are you like?/ You've had a right life/ Taken a long ride/ But oh, at what cost?""Every time I felt myself pushing it orchestrally, I thought of the Sun studio, one-mic, one guitar thing," explains Hawley of this juxtaposition of town and country. "It's all roots music to me, even with a string section, and I wanted to prove that side by side, both work. I think there's a flow to the record - I'm expressing how I feel, truthfully. And when people tell the truth, no matter how ugly it is, it can't help but be a beautiful thing." Recording took place at Sheffield's Yellowarch Studio, with Hawley and Colin Elliott at the producers' desk. Remarkably, several songs on the album came to Hawley fully formed and were nailed in just one take. "Last Orders was written in a cab on the way to the studio," he confirms, still slightly disbelieving. "I had a minging hangover, but I had this melody in my head, so I walked in and said 'Mic the piano up and tap me on the shoulder when it's time to record'. We got it in one take. With Wading Through The Water, we were all wearing overalls 'cos we were plastering the studio walls. All I did to change was to wash the plaster dust off my hands... we did that in one take too, and then went downstairs again to get back to work." In a career that began playing r 'n' b in German beer halls in 1981, Hawley has never been a stranger to toil. His early musical life involved playing guitar for lost indie heroes Treebound Story. He commenced his solo career with a self-titled mini-album in 2001. Recent activities have included producing songs for Nancy Sinatra, who invited him on her UK and European tour in 2005, gigging with his rockabilly band The Feral Cats, and getting over a vicious attack of pleurisy. In between came the realisation that the music he had always loved - whether Fats Domino, Bo Diddley, Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, Little Walter, or any number of past giants - would be his salvation. "I've been around but I'm not jaded," he says. "I've been through what I've been through, and I've come out of it, quite alright, you know. I don't remember the hang over, I just remember the party. 'Cos there's hope in a beautiful record. Just recently I've come out of the other side of a couple of years of complete shit. People very near me, several of them, got sick. It seemed like every time the phone went someone else had cancer. But when I started recording this record, gradually, one by one, I started getting phone calls saying they were all right. Now I feel quite optimistic, that I can almost believe that I might actually sell some records, and my oddball music might be heard." As is often the case, blame the parents for just how oddball he is. The son of a Gene Vincent-obsessed Sheffield steel worker, Hawley grew up close to rock and roll - his mum once sang with the Everley Brothers on the back steps of Sheffield City hall, and he later learned guitar via his father. Indeed, his dad Dave once played with Eddie Cochran, and recounts a tale of the doomed rocker standing in a shower at 3am holding an umbrella, "so water wouldn't go in his whiskey". Perhaps this upbringing is why it's so hard to find a comparative voice in the here and now. "There's a lot of factors involved in music today that aren't music," he muses. "But once all the crap is gone, the good stuff's still there. If the core of what you're about is tangible and worth it, and it goes down to your fucking boots, you've got to stick with it because it will stick with you. If the world was just like a fucking Coca Cola advert all the time, all the individual expressions would be denied. So it's good I'm in the position I'm in now. 'Cos I'm not going to be denied anymore." Now we leave him to play a series of high-profile shows with R.E.M., and to spend his rare free hours searching eBay for the few Santo and Johnny albums he has yet to track down. There's just one last thing to clear up: What is Cole's Corner?" It's where Cole Brothers, an old department store in Sheffield, used to stand," says Hawley. "There's a blue plaque there now. It was a convenient place near a lot of tram and bus stops, and for well over 100 years Sheffield's couples, lovers, friends, mums and dads or whatever, would meet. I've always found it quite a romantic notion - how many kids in Sheffield are knocking about as a result of a meeting at Cole's Corner?''I'll meet you at Cole's Corner...' People still say it, even though it hasn't existed for years. It only exists, really, in the ether." Cole's Corner was demolished in 1969. In Richard Hawley's dreams it's still there. You can visit, if you want. Just close your eyes, and listen.
