Bengals 18. Steelers 12. At Heinz Field.
Yes. It’s true.
Bengals 18. Steelers 12. At Heinz Field.
Yes. It’s true.
Can’t believe I’ve overlooked writing in this since July 2008. I forgot to write about my knee being blown apart last year, or about my happiness at the election of Barack Obama, or about the economic crash, or anything else of note……
Let’s take off on new subjects.
It’s almost Thanksgiving, and this has been the most boring year on record. The GOP has sold out to the corporatists and become the party of no, and the Dems have sold out to the corps nearly as much. I’ll refrain from discussing economics now, that’s a lengthy post for another day. I’m happy that Matthew Shepard passed, and markup on an inclusive ENDA is due to happen this week, but I’m at a point where I hold Harry Reid in nearly the same contempt I hold Bitch McConnell. At least Nancy Pelosi has some balls.
Bengals fans, we’ll know in a few hours if we really have another shot at a Super Bowl – it depends on what happens against the Steelers today. Whenever the Bengals have had a good defense – and they do this year, by God – they’ve gone to the Super Bowl. Not to mention Carson Palmer, Cedric Benson, and the ever-present Ochocinco. I’m keeping fingers crossed for a Bengals – Saints Super Bowl. Maybe……..
In music, there’s only been 2 new albums that have impressed me the least bit at all, but both are excellent: Dan Fogelberg’s “Love In Time”, and Dream Theater’s “Black Clouds and Silver Linings”. Fogelberg passed on from prostate cancer in late 2007, but he completed this album before his death and left it for his wife to issue, with a donation from each download or sale to benefit the fight against the disease that killed him. It’s a rich album, with songs that have meaningful lyrics and easygoing melodies. Fogelberg has always been all that, both as a musician and songwriter, and it’s a damn shame he’s gone, but we still have his music to remember him by. Download this one by all means.
Likewise, Dream Theater’s latest. If there’s a better drummer on the planet than Mike Portnoy, I don’t know who they are. If you haven’t heard Dream Theater, and you like 1970s progressive rock or late 1980s metal, think about what a combination of the two might sound like, and you have the idea. Rush would be the closest comparison, but the styles are different, and the musicianship is excellent. As for “Clouds”, there’s not a bad cut on it. Start with “A Rite of Passage”, then ‘Wither”. You will be hooked. Spring for the “special edition”, which has a great cover – covers of 1970s rock classics is a Dream Theater hallmark – of Queen’s “Tenement Funster”, “Flick of the Wrist”, and “Lily of the Valley”, from “Sheer Heart Attack.” James Labrie comes pretty damn close to channelling the late, incomparable Freddie Mercury.
Enough for tonight. I won’t take another year to return. Maybe I’ll make this a nightly thing.
On Saturday, July 26, HRC did it again, this time in the transgender mecca known as San Francisco. For some reason, when a group of transgender people decides to protest their fundraisers, as they have every right to do, HRC’s dinner organizers instantly contract cases of cranial rectosis.
Read this blog posting from Calitics, from someone who was there:
63 year old lesbian dragged out of event (0.00 / 0)
What follows is what a friend wrote me late last night:
Around 7:00 I sat at table #72 (which was in the back row). I listened to Diego Sanchez’s speech. During Joe Solmonese’s talk I left my seat and walked towards the tables in front of me with the intent of distributing printed materials. At this point 2-3 large men accosted me. I don’t remember their exact words but I quietly said that I had bought a ticket and had the right to be there. I began to place printed material on a table when I was grabbed roughly by at least 2 men (who I think were behind me). One of them put my right arm in an armlock behind my back and up and bent my right wrist with tremendous force. I was also held by both arms (with force enough around both upper arms that I had bruises within 20 minutes).
At some point I was knocked to the ground and dragged out of the dining area into the outer room where they lifted me to my feet but did not let go. I then said to them-”let me go I will leave (we were walking to a stairwell). They did not let go and dragged me off my feet again and down the stairs to the exit on post street.”
I have huge bruises on my arms and a shoulder that feels like it was half pulled out of it’s socket. Years ago I was thrown out of the st francis by SFPD and they didn’t hurt me at all. These are a company of private goons hired by Human Rights Campaign to police their event.
HRC is afraid of peoples’ protests and they can’t afford their donors getting information.
Can It Happen Here? by: janinsanfran @ Sun Jul 27, 2008 at 06:41:09 AM CDT
Now, personally, I can understand why HRC might need security. They do serve alcohol at these soirees, after all, and there are wealthy people, political leaders, and celebrities present. But, if your security team’s worst threat is a 60-something lesbian who is simply dropping brochures on an information table, then your priorities are sorely, severely skewed. It is quite apparent that you’re organizationally quite confused as to who is a friend and who is a foe. I’m quite aware of the encounters Monica Helms had with the HRC goon squad in Atlanta, and plenty of online pictures of the Houston horsemen sitting in wait for the transgender demonstrators – all 10 of them? Maybe? What did that cost you – other than your credibility?
I suppose that, in addition to the aides and interns and salaried help HRC hires, including at least one transgender woman, they also seem to be hiring goons.
Maybe some of them are like Buddy, here……
Buddy’s real talent was beating people up
His heart wasn’t in it but the crowd ate it up
Through pee-wee’s and juniors, midgets and mites
He must have racked up more than six hundred fights
A scout from the Flames came down from Saskatoon
Said, “There’s always room on our team for a goon
Son, we’ve always got room for a goon”
Hit Somebody! (The Hockey Song) – Warren Zevon and Mitch Albom
Now, goons have their uses. But, does HRC need them? Really? And why do some brochures or literature illustrating the plight of a community they claim to represent (okay, that community doesn’t feel they represent it, but I digress), seem dangerous enough to require a goon squad?
Mother, Father, I’m here in the zoo
I can’t come home ’cause I’ve grown up too soon
I got my sentence
I got my command
They said they’d make me major if I met all their demands
I could be a corp’ral into corp’ral punishment
Or the gen’ral manager of a large establishment
They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod
But I never thought they’d put me in the
Goon squad
They’ve come to look you over and they’re giving you the eye
Goon squad
They want you to come out to play
You’d better say goodbye
Some grow just like their dads
And some grow up too tall
Some go drinking with the lads
Some don’t grow up at all
And you must find the proper place
For everything you see
But you’ll never get to make a lampshade out of me
I could join a chain of males or be the missing (a) link
Looking for a lucky girl to put me in the pink
They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod
But I never thought they’d put me in the
Good squad ….
Mother, Father, I’m doing so well
I’m making such progress now that you can hardly tell
I fit in a little dedication
With one eye on the clock
They caught you under medication
You could be in for a shock
Thinking up the alibis that ev’ryone’s forgotten
Just another mummy’s boy gone to rotten
They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod
But I never thought they’d put me in the Goon squad….
“Goon Squad” – Elvis Costello
Joe Solmonese, this has gone too far. I have had advance knowledge of each of the HRC gala protests, but in no case was the intention of any of these protests meant to disrupt the gala in any way, shape, or form. The attendees to the galas, as your stockholders, so to speak, deserve to get the full information about all the people HRC claims as their constituency. But, instead of allowing transgender people to educate, to teach the attendees about their issues and needs, and about the dire need for civil rights protections in Federal law, you instead feel threatened enough to hire goon squads. Are you really that scared? If you were asking me what to do, I’d suggest being frank and honest, and meeting with those who are the angriest at HRC’s actions, both historically and recently. But, after the 2007 Southern Comfort, we know that “honesty” and “HRC” don’t belong in the same sentence together. But, I suppose it’s easier to hire a goon squad instead. That is tantamount to beating up a little old lady who you screwed on a used car sale. Which is what you are, Joe Solmonese, at the end of the day: a disreputable used car salesman, and your organization is the J.D. Byrider of political organizations: big, national, and crooked as poison ivy.
This will escalate. It always does when goons are employed. Ask the Rolling Stones about Altamont. People got beat up, and a man died. Goons do that. The blood would be on your hands. What does that have to do with human rights, anyway, let alone peace, love, and understanding?
See you in DC, Joe.
And heads bob up
Poise, delicate, pause, consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined and sealed over
I admit to being a hockey fan. It’s not a sport that translates to television well, but, in person, it’s some of the greatest fun you can have in a sports arena.
In my opinion, this is hockey’s greatest hit. It took place during the 1995 Stanley Cup Finals, a classic between the Detroit Red Wings and New Jersey Devils. Hope this ends up watcheable, most of my attempts at posting graphics don’t turn out well.
Now, c’mon, wouldn’t you really love to lay that hit on George Bush? Or Barney Frank? Or Ted Kennedy? Or Joe Solmonese?
In the history of protesting National HRC fundraisers that began in 1995 over transgenders then being deliberately omitted from the ENDA of that decade (and as we learned, that omission was at the direction and insistence of the National HRC), has there been even one instance of a GLBT “family” protester pushing or shoving or otherwise harming an HRC fundraiser guest or forcing literature or a lapel sticker onto a HRC fundraiser guest who made it plain they did not want any?
First, the good:
These folks will make you smile. They’re 70 years old and up, and singing rock n’ roll. The gentleman singing “Fix Me” by Coldplay, with the beat kept by his oxygen machine, was special.
http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/?cl=7365568
Then, the bad:
> Phyllabuster: HRC goes petty: directs security to
> escort educators out
>
> The Human Rights Campaign (HRC) just got more
> petty and immature in
> responding to protests of its actions last fall that
> clearly divided a once
> united GLBT community.
>
> As we arrived at the site for the Houston
> protest of the HRC fundraiser
> this Saturday, April 12th afternoon (reposts below
> for those new to this
> saga), we were told by hotel security that HRC had
> changed its mind about our
> attempts to educate.
>
> We would be allowed to enter (without signs or
> banners, which we had
> never planned to bring inside). If we went
> directly to the event located on the
> second floor, we could hand out our lapel stickers
> that read, “GLBT & ENDA:
> United, Not Divided: I Support FULL Transgender
> Inclusion.” And we could
> engage in conversation and educate those people who
> wanted to listen and learn.
>
> So we walked around, outside the hotel for over
> an hour, carrying signs
> and visiting with each other. It was very
> festive.
>
> The Houston Police gave us NO trouble. There
> were two very minor
> incidents where officers got a bit testy, but when
> I called their OIC, those
> officers were told they were wrong and to stop
> being testy with us. The rest of
> the force were very polite to us.
>
> We joked amongst ourselves that we hardly
> warranted the riot barricades
> or the eight, horse-mounted officers or the other
> preparations and
> personnel. But the police felt it was better to be
> prepared than not.
>
> The hotel had a guard at each door and along
> several parts of the
> sidewalk. They had placed traffic cones
> everywhere.
>
> It was surreal — all that effort for just
> little ole, inoffensive us.
>
> After we had watched a lot of folks enter for
> the HRC event and it
> approached the planned 6 PM beginning, three of us
> entered the hotel, prepared to
> chat and educate for the hour before the 7 PM
> dinner, using our stack of 3 x
> 2 lapel stickers to initiate conversation.
>
> We were met at the top of the escalator by an
> HRC official wearing a
> cream colored business skirt and coat. I asked if
> this was the HRC event area,
> and she said yes. So I offered someone a lapel
> sticker. I was immediately
> corrected, “No, not here, but here (she was
> indicating a place 18 inches away
> on the other side of a rope). Hotel security was
> poised nearby.
>
> So we walked along the rope to an opening and
> around to the other side
> of the rope. I then offered another lapel sticker.
> An HRC man with a pink
> tie, a pink vest and dyed blonde hair (clearly who
> would be discriminated
> against on the basis of “gender expression”) said,
> “No, not hear, but here
> (pointing us back to the initial place that we had
> just left).
>
> I pulled out my cell phone. Immediately, the
> HRC guy told the hotel
> security to escort us out of the hotel. An event
> photographer took a photo as
> the hotel security closed and asked us to leave.
> There was no hustle. The
> security was polite. But we had to leave at HRC’s
> direction and insistence!
>
> So we did our gig outside until 7 PM. The
> weather was beautiful.
> During this part of our gig when we had planned to
> be inside educating, some
> friends drove up and lowering their window, asked
> how it was going. I told them
> about being escorted out at the direction of HRC
> when I began to offer lapel
> stickers. Our friends took a stack of lapel
> stickers and said, “They won’t
> ask us to leave!”
>
> As our group was packed up and leaving, I got a
> phone call that HRC had
> finally agreed to allow us to come in now — after
> 7 PM, when all the
> cocktail chatty and education time was finished and
> folks would be sitting down to
> eat and hear a program. Or we could come back at
> 10 PM to offer folks our
> stickers as they left the event.
>
> After being jerked around by HRC for the past
> hour, we were not about to
> submit ourselves to another trick or lie. We left
> to refresh and reflect
> at the nearby eatery.
>
> NOTE: Protests against HRC are being planned for New
> Orleans and Phoenix. I
> will send info when I get it.
>
> Phyllis Randolph Frye
> a.k.a. THE PHYLLABUSTER
> _www.tglegal.com_ (http://www.nsflaw.us/)
> _prfrye@aol.com_ (mailto:prfrye@aol.com)
So, we can, from Phyllis Frye’s account of the event, glean the following.
1. HRC had arranged for enough security to prevent Osama bin Laden, or the Phred Phelps Cult, from infiltrating their soiree. Probably far more security, between hotel security, HRC’s security people, and the Houston Police, than would be needed to squelch an IRA attack. Mounted officers? Really, now!
2. The transgender contingent was jerked around on purpose, and with intention of being thrown off the premises, by HRC’s people. It’s either a case of 3 different people with 3 different instructions (in which case, the HRC organizers were disorganized dumbasses, certainly a possibility), or they meant to jerk the protesters around. Which meant that the person who told Phyllis that they could “educate” inside was obviously a graduate of the “Joe Solmonese Never Tell Trannies The Truth” course.
3. The good part: there seem to have been no mishaps, no arrests, and nobody needing bail money. I feared for the protesters safety and liberty. These are people I’ve met and respect greatly, and an organization that deliberately can lie to 1000 T people is also possibly capable of other acts of violence against transpeople.
The transgender community needs to make it it’s mission, from here on out, to protest and educate at each and every HRC gala event, in each and every city in the US, with the goal of educating, embarrassing, and protesting HRC’s propensity to deliberately lie and subvert the T community, as well as making their attendees question the wisdom of donating money to an organization that lies like a Persian rug. A distraction? Possibly, but if HRC isn’t forced to stop their lying about, and subversion of, the T community, we will be prevented from accessing offices in DC, and will be locked out by Barney Frank, at HRC’s behest. It’s a dirty job, but it will have to be done, and we may have to get our hands dirty to do it. It’s engineering. You have to get your hands dirty, sometimes. Kudos to my friends and associates in Houston for showing the fortitude, wisdom, and good common sense that is endemic to Texans.
PB
Reading: Still working on “John Adams”, by David McCullough
On the turntable: Laura Nyro, “Eli & The Thirteenth Confession”