LET US START THE RECALL PROCESS

We the People shall not be silenced through fear tactics!

The Un-American Terrorists that voted to pass the NDAA for 2012 need to pay for their crimes against the American people. We cannot stand for the unnecessary scare tactics of this terrorist organization anymore. Every U.S. citizen must take on the task of protecting their homeland and begin ostracizing these un-Patriotic criminals from our society. We have a hope for gaining our country back from tyrannical regimes, all that needs to happen is for the People to wake up to these crimes.

Here is a list of all the Senators that have been working to eliminate your freedoms as an American citizen and have constantly disregarded the law of the land to further their selfish gain. They need to be reminded that they are servants of the People and of the Constitution.

YEAs —86
Akaka (D-HI)
Alexander (R-TN)
Ayotte (R-NH)
Barrasso (R-WY)
Baucus (D-MT)
Begich (D-AK)
Bennet (D-CO)
Bingaman (D-NM)
Blumenthal (D-CT)
Blunt (R-MO)
Boozman (R-AR)
Boxer (D-CA)
Brown (D-OH)
Brown (R-MA)
Burr (R-NC)
Cantwell (D-WA)
Carper (D-DE)
Casey (D-PA)
Chambliss (R-GA)
Coats (R-IN)
Cochran (R-MS)
Collins (R-ME)
Conrad (D-ND)
Coons (D-DE)
Corker (R-TN)
Cornyn (R-TX)
Enzi (R-WY)
Feinstein (D-CA)
Gillibrand (D-NY) Graham (R-SC)
Grassley (R-IA)
Hagan (D-NC)
Hatch (R-UT)
Heller (R-NV)
Hoeven (R-ND)
Hutchison (R-TX)
Inhofe (R-OK)
Inouye (D-HI)
Isakson (R-GA)
Johanns (R-NE)
Johnson (D-SD)
Johnson (R-WI)
Kerry (D-MA)
Kirk (R-IL)
Klobuchar (D-MN)
Kohl (D-WI)
Kyl (R-AZ)
Landrieu (D-LA)
Lautenberg (D-NJ)
Leahy (D-VT)
Levin (D-MI)
Lieberman (ID-CT)
Lugar (R-IN)
Manchin (D-WV)
McCain (R-AZ)
McCaskill (D-MO)
McConnell (R-KY)
Menendez (D-NJ) Mikulski (D-MD)
Murkowski (R-AK)
Murray (D-WA)
Nelson (D-FL)
Nelson (D-NE)
Portman (R-OH)
Pryor (D-AR)
Reed (D-RI)
Reid (D-NV)
Roberts (R-KS)
Rockefeller (D-WV)
Rubio (R-FL)
Schumer (D-NY)
Sessions (R-AL)
Shaheen (D-NH)
Shelby (R-AL)
Snowe (R-ME)
Stabenow (D-MI)
Tester (D-MT)
Thune (R-SD)
Toomey (R-PA)
Udall (D-CO)
Udall (D-NM)
Vitter (R-LA)
Warner (D-VA)
Webb (D-VA)
Whitehouse (D-RI)
Wicker (R-MS)

Furthermore, here is a link to the personal information of a number of these Terrorists. I declare a troll tactic of spamming their personal lives to constantly remind them of the crimes they have committed against us.

Here is also a comprehensive document on how to recall a senator. And, thank you to the brave Patriots of Montana whom have already started this process.

For the protection of your civil liberties and the freedoms that this country was founded on we must stand up and disallow the greed of the few defeat the freedoms of all.

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Mornin’

Woke up this morning feeling bleary. Put on this song and felt so much better. Focused, excited, and caffeinated!!

The Farm

The Woodstock Farm is such a phenomenal place. When the stress of OWS is just to much to handle it’s the perfect place to alleviate that. The farm is owned by a wonderful family who have lived there for twenty-seven years. They are now opening up the farm to the Occupy Movement in the hopes that we will create something beautiful and sustainable with this gift. I believe that is incredibly likely.

I spent two days at the farm, and within that time we dug a latrine and built a set of stairs for the house. It’s a wonderful juxtaposition from city life. Where everything you do is so digitized. I’m a much more physical person, if I cannot see my end result or have something tangible in front of me it’s very difficult to feel any form of accomplishment for my work.

The reward is much different. As apposed to plugging away on the internet and hoping that you have gained the attention from the masses, you are able to physically manifest your goals and desires on the farm. When a plan is laid out for the farm you know the exact process through which you will achieve that goal.

Our plans for the farm in the future are ambitious and beautiful. We hope that in the spring it will be a place where Occupiers who have been working way to hard in the city to come and relax away from all of the stress and drama of OWS. The Occupy Movement is a wonderful thing, but I fear that we all have mild cases of PTSD. We also hope that come spring time we will have the infrastructure of the farm established enough that we will be able to start growing our own food on the property and eventually move away from the system that we seek to change.

This is not the only farm that has been offered to OWS, (in fact thee are 9 farms that have reached out to OWS to help us in our sustainability) but it is where we will learn to create the future in which we wish to live in. It will also be the blueprint for the way in which we will handle all the other farms we have acquired. There is a lot of work at the farm that needs to be done, and even now it is questionable to even call it a farm since there are no crops being sewn there. But, it is a place where people of all different expertise will come and contribute to the vision of a new society that no longer relies on greed as a reward-able trait and hard work and love are the conquering values.

Day 1
We left the city at 2:55pm after much corralling and mis-communication. Luckily I had been able to acquire a camera from my friend Atiq from the media coalition so that we could document the farm trip and hopefully get a kick starter going for the farm. We drove up there with my friends Eric, Jeff, and Toby and every crevice of the small sedan was filled with snow gear and sleeping bags from SIS.

The ride up there was such a shock for me, I had yet to truly realize the vast industrialization of this area until we drove through New Jersey, where everything is a freeway and wherever you look is a viscous smoke stack billowing toxic fumes into the air. I found much relief in knowing that we would soon escape this oppression. Upon leaving the city I was struck with the vastness of human ingenuity as we tried to escape the megalopolis I could almost feel the tendrils of the consumerist society dragging upon us. 10 miles, 20 miles, 50 miles, 100 miles. We were still in city, industrial sprawl refusing any logic, bashing any advisory, taking and taking more than it could sustain. It was the system we had created, but now that we see what we have made how can we unmake it.

Finally, the buildings started giving way to trees, the smoke stacks replaced with mountains, the fast food chains were co-opted for streams. The windows went down and we could smell the air. The sun went down and we could see the stars. Oh! The stars! What a beautifully ancient thing they are. Even after all these years of “sophistication” no light show of man could compare to the majesty of those monoliths in the sky.

We arrived at the farm at around 9:00pm and were greeted warmly by dogs, Occupiers and above all, the family. Dawn and Mark are the heads of the household along with their sons Cole and Jessi. Dawn is the sweetest lady you will ever meet and bakes the greatest cakes and cookies you will ever taste, a truly honest and strong human being. Mark is one of those mountain men that are as sweet as a dove on the inside. He will chop wood all day long with his gorilla hands, and then come inside and talk with you about the failures of our government and the greed of corporate America. Although Occupy is a horizontal Democracy, it must be respected that we are all guests of there household. The night was a festival of food and alcohol, with cheery spirits and joyful songs. We had escaped the digital monopoly of city life and were transcendent into true human interaction.

Day 2
We all awoke around 8am on our own accord. The excitement of a new day could not be co-opted for more sleep. We arose and ate breakfast, drank massive amounts of coffee, and began the chain of smoke that would last the entire day (this was especially awful, but I certainly never complained). One of the Occupiers (Hunter) who had been staying at the barn for well on three weeks gave me and Toby a tour of the property. Hunter is one of those young men that you suspect are fooling you when they tell you their age. A true Earth Child who has immense value for all good things. A person of zero apathy and is empathetic towards all forms of life. He was raised in Alabama and came up to New York as so many other young people (including myself) have done.

The property held so much life and vividness. Horses, dogs, people, an abundance of flora and fauna. All things were alive, all things held such potential. Everywhere you looked you could imagine what would be there in the future. We toured where the GA’s would be held, the potential artist camp, the Tee Pee that had been built, the places where crops would be sewn. And, everywhere you stepped you could feel the energy of Zuccotti park running through the ground 300 miles away and permeating upwards into your feet and through your hands and before you knew it you would have a shovel in your hands digging a latrine and chanting “Whose farm?” This was our farm.

Day 3
I know I’m moving fast, but I prefer to capture the feel of something rather than tell a linear story. My mind just doesn’t work in a linear fashion.
Most of the unnamed Occupiers left the night before to head back to town for god knows what, so we were left with Hunter, Toby, Jeff and I to get some shit done. And we did indeed get shit done. We built a beautiful set of stairs up to the sleeping area in the house, complete with horse collars for railing.

After sunset it was time for myself, Toby and Jeff to head back to the city. After wishing the family a merry Christmas and taking one last look at the majestic stars we got back into the car to return to the leech that is New York City. I’m not sad though. I’ll be back there.

#OccupyXmas

Although this is a holiday surrounded by immense greed, I still can’t escape the truly good nature of this holiday. Especially within the Occupy Movement it is a time where you give everything that you can without fear of getting it in return, because we all know that we will get ours in time. It does perpetuate consumerism and the purchasing of useless crap, but I think there’s hope for Christmas.

Christmas deffinetly snuck up on me this year. I remember back in mid-November when we were having a candle light vigil outside of City Hall for all of the Occupations that had been raided. I felt so whole and comforted by the beautiful nature of all of my fellow Occupiers, I felt at that moment the elusive emotion we call “the Christmas Spirit”. But, I guess I lost that feeling somewhere in between Portland and New York.

Occupy has certainly given me a tremendous amount of hope for the kindness of human beings. I feel like we are all breaking out of the preconceived notion that humans are naturally mean and individualistic. But, as I’ve come to learn, nothing affects a humans behavior more than the actions of their peers around them. When we start seeing people give and give until they literally have nothing left it is impossible for us not to follow suit.

It certainly doesn’t feel like Christmas without my family here. I kept expecting that I would start developing those bonds with Occupiers here, but I think I’m giving myself some sort of block against any truly deep and meaningful relationships here. I just miss my friends back in Portland so much.

Merry Christmas Interwebs!

How I got Here

I have been involved in this Movement since last September and it has sincerely changed my life in every sense of the word. I started Occupying in Portland, Oregon, but ever since I started I knew exactly where I needed to be, New York City.

At the begining of November I recieved a phone call from my friend Shiva whom I had been working on Union Outreach with. He was in an absurdly excited mood even for him. He began telling me about how his Union wanted to send him to Washington D.C. for an SEIU action called Take Back the Capital (you might have heard a bit about it, it was an attempted co-option from the SEIU to use this movement for their own partisanal goals) and he was allowed to bring one friend and… drumroll… I was that one friend! I soon decided that it wouldn’t make any sense to return to Portland when I was being placed so close to the epicenter of this fantastic revolution. So, long story short, I hitched a car ride from DC toNYC after I had done my work attempting to infiltrate the SEIUprotest and have been Occupying wall Street since December 11th.

A Condemnation of Mediocrity 12/14

This city (NYC) has everything you could ever think would exist. Yet it’s dominated by the mediocrity of corporate America. Why is every Starbucks not a delicious mom and pop coffee place, or a hole in the wall jazz cafe. Why are the good things substituted for the mild, simply for efficiency and ease. People are scared of differentiates, they want to stay in the same rut they’ve always been [12 oz. whole milk, extra foam, 2 shot latte, 2 cups, no lid]. Why would anyone want to break out of a cage so cushy and mediocre, you might end up with something other than what your used to.

I want to try everything that has ever existed. I need to do everything, taste it all, dance it all, talk about everything all the time everyday and never stop. Why would I sleep? Being awake is so much fun. There are so many things to do and it never runs out. I’m tired of people being scared and bored, people need to be exciting and amazing like they truly are.

Stop being a subject to the mediocre, go out and do something that makes you look crazy and beautiful. Go in the streets and scream, buy the loudest sweater you can find, dumpster dive for all your household needs (it will end up in the ocean anyways), and above all, slam on that damn guitar even if you have no idea how to play it. There is nothing greater in this world than creating something of your own

Charlotte’s Space 12/13

Why would I ever spend time in a Starbucks? A cold sterile consumer hole. Charlotte Space is superior to all things. A meeting place of Occupiers, a holding space for ideas, a santuary for the fragile concepts of love. Communal in the true sense of the word, a true Occupy Establishment.