As the saying goes, there's no fool like an old fool. Hope the old wife got a boodle.

Speaking of fools, Greenwald does a masterful job of turning Maher into a petulant ass.

Hopefully he'll fix this. I used the video link, but you can see, it didn't work. The link I left in case does work, but it is really trespassing into the right hand column. Sorry

Was in the kitchen about to feed that baby and turned on WBAI as we do every morning to hear Amy Goodman and I heard Hillary's grating voice and was reminded there was a debate last night, and immediately turned it off. Fired up the computer instead, and as the water boiled for tea and saw this. What a better start to the day.

Graham Nash. Man, he's become somewhat of a hero to me as I've become more active with my politics. Had always been a fan. As I think I'm of the generation just after you I only marginally knew the Hollies, mostly post-Graham (more in the 70's with big hits "Long Cool Woman" and "The Air That I Breathe") but of course had heard "Bus Stop," which he's been opening up his shows with on the past couple of tours, and a couple of others. Didn't know they actually recorded with The Everly Brothers, thanks for that.

In the past few years post-Occupy have gotten to speak with him on a couple of occasions. He was engaging, sweet, open and encouraging. Here's one I wrote up when I was still on FarceBook.

It very nearly didn't happen today, but as it turns out sometimes things have a way of falling into place that just might be a manifestation of the greater connectedness at work.

Got home at the usual hour for a Friday night, which was around 3 or so, and was settled in bed reading before 4. Arlene's last night was fun and had an innocence about it that was reflective of the best parts of that gig. Visitors from Brazil, England and Vancouver, Canada each got up with a genuine appreciation for the show they had heard about, and were proud to be able to sing on that stage with us, most of it being punk rock (Brazil apparently loves the Ramones).

Set the clock for around 11:30 but found myself up an hour earlier. Saw a note that Stacey was at yoga but saying she wanted to go to the Graham Nash book signing from 12-2pm in Soho. I was happy to hear that, but knew I had to be in Kensington, Bkyln at 1:15 for a job and didn't think we could make it.

I stayed in bed reading, thinking how much I'd love to buy the book, meet him and have him sign it. Nash continues to grow in stature for me (as does the Y, in CSNY), outpacing so many others from that era; his McCartney-esque penchant for melody and harmony and his lifelong commitment to political activism hold a very big esteem for me. I missed his appearance with David Crosby at Zuccotti Park two years ago (for which they were interviewed by Keith Olbermann, currently languishing as a sports anchor). In the ensuing time he's been an outspoken supporter of OWS and even written a great tune for Bradley Manning called "Almost Gone." I had to meet him, or try to.

We decided to give it a go, even though we got a late start, and amazingly we got to Soho in a relatively short time. Which does't mean much on a sunny beautiful Saturday at midday, when the shopping contingent are on the hunt, sidewalks almost impassable with vendors, and tourists with designer shopping bags moving slowly, and you have to park a big Ford van.
Somehow a spot appeared on the very corner of the block where Morrison Gallery was at Prince & Greene. We reversed into it onto a one way street from the corner because there's no way we would have gotten it if we had gone around the corner and made our way there.

Inside was a modest crowd and a relaxed vibe, with books for sale and prints of some of Graham's personal photographs lining the walls of the gallery. We could have gone right over to him but I wanted to give him a moment. I had brought a couple of the 5000 postcards commissioned by Yoko Ono for OWS that I picked up for a friend of mine in the Arts & Culture working group of OWS who had coordinated the project with her. I quickly wrote a short note to him saying how much his music had inspired me and thanked him for his continuing role as an activist.

"Your music has been a great inspiration to me, and I wanted to also thank you for writing a song for Bradley Manning," I think I said. "We were frequent visitors to Occupy Wall St."

His cordial demeanor changed. His eyes lit up, and he leaned in closer and spoke with genuine interest.

"What's going on with Occupy now?", he asked, as if suddenly the three of us were not at a fancy art gallery but at an activist planning meeting.

We told him about the efforts of Occupy Sandy and how we were inspired to form our own group in Astoria, Queens, and how we hope to transfer some of that energy into galvanizing our neighborhood in to more civic action through a community space that will host lectures, run a film series and allow people a chance to bring and hear ideas of how to improve their lives by challenging the corporate system.

"I heard something about Occupy running some candidates." To which we explained there were a few who were doing just that, but that we're more interested in gathering folks to exchange ideas on how to circumvent the corporate structure, creating networks of mutual aid and helping people to be able to better understand how deeply corrupt the system is so they can better choose their options.

"But we don't think anything is really going to change inside the system, do we?" I asked wryly, knowing Graham was fully at the heart of the last great counterculture movement, in which correctly nobody trusted the system.

"No," came his quick response.

We took our leave so that others could get a moment with him, but not before he shook my hand and kissed the top of Stacey's hand. He thanked me for the postcards also.

As he was getting ready to leave we asked if he would take a picture with us. He asked one of his people to do that favor for us.

"Good luck to the both of you," he said. " And don't run out of energy."

We couldn't believe we made it in in time, found a spot on the corner, then got to spend a couple of moments with Graham Nash, a kindred spirit and gracious, passionate human being. We walked out into the cool sunny day feeling uplifted and joyful, his presence and compassion suffused in our step and all those wonderful songs started bouncing in our heads.

We also got a cherry on top of that. Afterward as were riding on the BQE stuck in traffic just before Atlantic Ave on the way to the Brooklyn Bridge we heard someone calling from a car next to us. The van is pretty high so you're not as aware of people next to you, plus we were all talking and the radio was on.

"Hey, I love your stickers!," said an older black woman driving two other peers. We exchanged smiles and thumbs up.

Then I realized I had a few different stickers, and was curious.

"Which one?"

"The 99%."

Last time we saw him, after his show In Tarrytown, I handed him the Occupy Finance book, produced by the folks in the Alternative Banking Working Group of OWS.

Graham has always stood tall in writing songs for the moment and lining his singing voice to many a benefit concert and all sort of advocacy. As Shah mentions, Almost Gone for Chelsea Manning most recently, and perhaps most famously here:

And this, written when he was in his early 20's:

Thanks for the morning trip with Nash!

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/event/article-2418626/Graham-Nash-Come-h...

Every time a police department wants to hire a cop, said cop must be approved by the CRB after an in person interview. One question that could be asked is, "are you willing to beat and pepper spray, or worse, American citizens who are exercising their constitutional right to gather in protest"?

If they say yes, out the door they go. If they say no, they're hired. If they waffle, let them know it's an easy yes or no question.

This time it's probably coincidence, but a doctor who treated La Strega for one of her blood clots was recently found dead at his workplace, apparently of suicide: http://awarenessact.com/maryland-doctor-who-treated-hillary-clinton-for-...

I backtracked the story, and there is a not-all-that-sinister possible explanation: http://www.fredericknewspost.com/news/crime_and_justice/courts/five-conn...

So, apparently he was caught overcharging for services and couldn't face the risk of going to jail (considering the hellholes our jails have turned into, this shouldn't be surprising). Still hard on his family, if he had one (no info on that).

IMHO to the extent that La Strega isn't acting as a capo and ordering covert assassinations (boy howdy is she going to love getting to play with drones!), she's a walking talking Malocchio (a hoodoo for those who non parla italiano) who brings bad luck and despair to everyone who knows her even slightly.

four more years of victimization

Like the female protagonist of a quest narrative — or, perhaps, of a dystopian fantasy — Clinton has made it through all her challenges to face the bull-headed Minotaur of sexism at the end of the maze.”

If you think that’s over-the-top, you haven’t seen anything yet. Trump’s various “sexist” comments, wrote Ruth Marcus on September 8 in the Washington Post — a full month before the real doozies surfaced — illustrate “some of the gender-based challenges that Hillary Clinton confronts as she seeks to become the nation’s first female president, and that she would continue to face in office.”

Translation: Even if Clinton wins the most powerful office in the world, America’s cloud of sexist oppression will always haunt her. She will forever suffer, even with butlers on speed dial and her fingers on the nuclear codes. The feminist victim narrative, you see, can never die. Alas, thanks to the GOP’s Trumpian adventure, it just got a major boost.