I broke the windows at the logging company, just to get a little release

These girls from Van have  a courage and a sensitivity I truly admire.  They understand the lowlives  and can only wish them the best in their future careers.

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Courage … it couldn’t come at a worst time!

We have the numbers,  And enough tech savvy and courageous people to see that they don’t get fudged the way Dick Cheney’s minions tried so disparately to to.  The way Stephen Harper ran a campaign based on deceit, hidden money,  and outright voter fraud.

What we don’t have is the wealth, the means of production, the traditional prejudice, the guns, or the ammo.

The real question is, do we have the courage to risk losing what little we have now for the sake of our granddaughters and great-great grandsons.  If we don’t, perhaps we deserve our fate.   But do they?

John (Drakakis) Peterson

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My baby I m so proud I think I ll name her Jen She - 1784826670518I think one of the reasons I write this blog is because I see the middle-class and the working-class, disappearing so  quickly — more quickly than at any  time in  human history — and in a century or two, there will only be US and Them.  A new feudal society.

We outnumber them, but they have the money, the stockpiles, the control of the food supply, the tech, the capital,  the weapons, and absolutely no empathy or even any concept of  what that means.

I pray things will change, but I don’t believe in prayer,  so I’ll  have to fight back while I still can.  I’m not a pessimist, I’m just a pacifist willing to fight as hard as I he can.  This is all the stuff you figure out while you’re lying half awake in bed, but never have the guts to actually say.

I actually say some of this stuff, but it mostly it gets me in trouble which why I live in  poverty and am somewhat despised by the bureaucracy,

How can you stand the silence
That pervades when we all cry?
How can you watch the violence
That erupts before your eyes?
How can you tell us something
Just to keep us hangin' on?
Something that just don't mean nothing
When we see it you are gone
Clinging to some other rainbow
While we're standing, waiting in the cold
Telling us the same old story
Knowing time is growing old. 

That was a wonderful remark
I had my eyes closed in the dark
I sighed a million sighs
I told a million lies, to myself, to myself 

How can we listen to you
When we know your talk is cheap?
How can we ever question
Why we give more and you keep?
How can your empty laughter
Fill a room like ours with joy
When you're only playing with us
Like a child does with a toy?
How can we ever feel the freedom
Or the flame lit by the spark
How can we ever come out even
When reality is stark? 

That was a wonderful remark
I had my eyes closed in the dark, yeah
I sighed a million sighs
I told a million lies, to myself, to myself
Baby to myse - e - e - elf
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To Baltimore (and Worlwide) Fans Of “The Wire”


Scroll  few bars down into the recent post section, entitled “The Wire Still Rules”and you’ll find the entire “The Wire” album — all the music and selected dialogue.  Happy Christmas.


John (Drakakis) Peterson


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Catholic Church Drenches Homeless As They Sleep

How devoutly Christian of them.  Wouldn’t want any the “bums” to miss early service.  I suppose you could call this “Water Benching”.  “Enhanced Irrigration?”  “Involuntary Baptism?”

John (Drakakis) Peterson

  • San Francisco Catholic church installs watering system to drench homeless people as they sleep

The watering system is not only an “inhuman” way to treat people, it’s also a waste of water during a serious drought.

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The revolution Starts … Here

Lowertown. Ottawa.  Ground Zero.  In the long  sunset shadow of Parliament Hill.  The territory is currently held by the lowlives but under constant yuppie encroachment. The Yups tried to shut done Centre 454  (too close to a brand new condo, despite the fact that the church had been there since 1877) and after years of Yups and their Yuppie lawyers battling the church, this disgustingly cowardly compromise was reached.

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(To appreciate the nature of the neighbourhood, I would suggest clicking on the pic and zooming to 175%

To our neighbours,
Once the congregation has vacated, the Diocese of Ottawa plans to move a drop-in centre, Centre454, into the St Alban’s building. Neighbours, unhappy about these plans, have been expressing their concerns to the leaders of St Albans. In response, and to correct misconceptions, the leaders of St Alban’s are providing the neighbours with the following clarification:
Contrary to some reports, St Alban’s Church is not moving Centre 454 into its premises. The Anglican Diocese of Ottawa is moving the Centre in to the building after the current congregation has left.
By way of background, the Pastor and Wardens of St Albans were personally sued by the Diocese of Ottawa. As part of the negotiated settlement to drop the suit, we will change our name and relinquish the building. The current congregation of St Albans will become Church of the Messiah on July 1st and will continue to worship on Sunday mornings at the Ottawa Little Theatre. On July 1st, the Anglican Diocese of Ottawa will own the building and they will then move Centre 454 into the building. Unfortunately, the lawsuit by the Diocese required us to move and we have no say in what the Diocese does with the building once we have left. We are not part of the Anglican Diocese of Ottawa. The proposed move of Centre 454 to the corner of King Edward and Daly raises several issues.  The issue is not whether the Centre should exist, but whether it should be placed in this new location. As an initiative largely funded by the government and partly administered by the Anglican Diocese, Centre 454 and its funding needs should be addressed by the appropriate government bodies. If the Centre has to move due to rent issues, this funding issue needs to be openly addressed before the Centre moves to a new neighbourhood.
The second issue pertains to the original purpose of the building. In its dispute with the congregation of St Alban’s, the Diocese of Ottawa maintained its claim to legal ownership. The building, privately owned until 1877, was given in trust to the Incumbent and Wardens to maintain the doctrine and worship of the Church of England. A question may arise as to the terms of the original trust and its purpose and how a drop-in centre fits, but this is something for the Diocese to deal with as our congregation no longer has a say in such matters.
We will continue to be your neighbours and we are committed to the flourishing of the neighbourhood.  We wish the Centre well in its quest for facilities.

 During the ongoing debate, one pearl encrusted prima donna (who hadn’t even moved into her precious condo yet)  had the gall to suggest we simply move the homeless out into the country — assuming, I suppose, we’d have to build walls to keep them from returning to where the money, food, and shelter is.  This prompted a particulary outraged Priest to label her a “Nazi”.

The Yups have also managed to strangle funding for the Odawa Homeless Drop-In Centre, a critical part of the social network for native Ottawans.

In another case, just one more of growing violence against the homeless as the powers that be attempt to move them (but to where?) … a volunteer eye witness, just a teen, was so badly harassed by low level OPS that she finally broke down and refused to testify as to three cops beating the crap out of an unconscious drunken man.

The Shepherds of Good Hope is also despised by a portion of the police force because they keep getting themselves caught on camera beating people up. aaa-grey

Make no mistake about it.  This is a class war.

P.S.  I’m, worlking on a cool Google Earth version of the whole neighbourhood.  Should be cool if I have the time
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When WeWere Free

It just occurred to me me that I never shared the song, well, the lyrics, since I had to hock my USB mic, USB controller,  and Ibanez guitar to eat, but I still have the lyrics from my horrible divorce period while I was working For The Shepherds of Good Hope.  It’s stretching relevance a but, but whose rules do I follow?

====== When We Were Free ======

It’s cold and damp down in the alleyway,
Where the crackheads huddle in their desperate dreams,
And I won’t be getting any news today,
‘Cause the lines are down across the gap, it seems.

Still, the micro-wave towers sing out into the sky —
All the passions of lovers, such as you and I … used to be;
When we were free.

A hollow feeling crept inside, and stayed,
Like the scent of sulfur at a midnight mass,
‘Til the storms of autumn blew it all away.
Left a broken bottle and an empty glass.

Now I know what happens when a good love dies.
I can see it, glistening in our daughters’ eyes,
Like a full moon rising on that Gatineau night —
We could almost touch it. But it wasn’t quite … meant to be;
While we were free.

And, if it really meant nothing at all;
We put on a hell of a show, girl.
Yeah, if it really meant nothing at all,
At least we’ve the got the scars to show,
And time,
To do it all again;
To get it right, and then,
We won’t remember when,
Love mattered more.

In a cul de sac on a suburban street,
There’s a wood-fire burning in a backyard pit.
I can smell it here, where we used to meet,
At a corner table, with a candle lit.

But the dawn is breaking, now, and I’ll be stumbling home,
Through the wreckage of a city I can hardly bear alone.
While the junkies and the whores,  know the secrets in my head.
You’ll be kissing them tonight, as you tuck them into bed … and I’ll be,
So God Damned free.ltown map

And, if it really meant nothing at all;
We put on a hell of a show, girl.
Yeah, if it really meant nothing at all,
At least we’ve the got the scars to show,
And time,
To do it all again;
To get it right, and then,
We won’t remember when,
Love mattered more.

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