The Thunderbolt 150702 Confessions of a Wi Fi Whore

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The Thunderbolt

News — Commentary — Calendar of Activist Events — Dumb Jokes

 

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1) FYI Section: Update from West Central Park Project

2) Fellowship of Reconciliation’s 57th Annual Northwest Regional Conference

3) I-735 Olympia Move to Amend/WAmend Meeting

4) I-735 at Lacey Freedom Concert Signature Gathering

5) Our Life Beyond MK ULTRA A Presentation by Elisa E

6) I-735 at Tumwater Independence Day Parade

7) Media Island Monthly Benefit Brunch: Report Back from World Social Forum

8) Bonus Tip of the Day

 

A detailed description of all events is located after the News and Commentary section

To go directly to an event description just type the index entry above into a search box

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Confessions of a

Demented Wi Fi Whore

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KOWA Taking Next Step in World Domination!

Hey Kids!

I have noticed something about the Media Island/ KOWA crew over the years: They will talk and meet and consider all aspects of a situation sometimes for months before finally make a decision to actually do something. Then, after making the decision to do something, nothing subsequently seems to happen — for months and in some cases for years.

Then, one day, sometimes after you have forgotten any decision had ever been made in the first place, you awaken one day to find that that thing has suddenly been done.

I have been reporting for months that KOWA is about to boost our signal to a point where we will be able to reach the entire metro area. At one point I even reported that it might happen by May Day.

It still hasn’t happened.

Then, as we were traveling back from the World Social Forum in San Jose, California, we received an email informing us that KOWA had just received a $10,000 grant.

That represents the last real obstacle to our proposed boost of signal strength.

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My Thunderbolts will soon be blasting Lacey and Tumwater! Prepare yourselves!

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True Confessions of a Demented Wi Fi Whore

 

OR: Do You Know the Way

The Hell OUT of San Jose?

I am again going to mix the political and the personal (for I think they are one in the same) for I recently made a personal confession to my main love interest and I am now going to come out of the closet and very publically make my confession to you, my beloved Olympia activist community.

(Note: This Thunderbolt is nonetheless suitable for reading by young children!)

Anyway: I recently confessed to my true love — Obsidian on 4th — that I occasionally dally with her dreaded archrival over on Capitol Way — yes, that infamous queen of corporate coffee herself, Starbucks!

PLEASE! Before you jump to harsh conclusions or cast damning judgments upon my hypocrisy and unfaithfulness, understand that Obsidian knows that she is my true love! She understands that Starbucks means nothing to me! (At least that’s what my friend who manages Obsidian said.) Starbucks is merely some painted corporate whore that I occasionally use in manner most callous in order to relieve my basest of Internet needs — for alas, dearest Obsidian — sometimes my uploads accumulate and I find myself suddenly experiencing overwhelming need to drop a massive load into KOWA’s library — and often this need arises in the very early morning hours — and Obsidian just isn’t there for me at those times! Be honest here! You don’t open until 9 am!

Yes, I could waste time wishing that Obsidian would act more like a normal coffee shop and at least open at 7 or something — especially considering my own early morning proclivities — but I realize that True Love must just accept and love as is rather than trying to change her into what I wish she would or could be…

But 9 o’clock? Really? Dear Obsidian: How can you even really call yourself a coffee shop when you don’t open until frigging 9 o’clock?

I would call that banker’s hours — except even bankers need coffee before 9 o’clock in the frigging afternoon!

Also: Obsidian has a prominently displayed sign stating that they will not tolerate anyone sexually harassing me and another sign informing me that I am not allowed to carry my gun whilst on the premises.

It’s almost like they’re trying to wreck all my fun!

However: Even in the profound quietude of the early morning hours — there the deadly seductress lies, spinning her caffeinated web luring in unsuspecting early morning victims! Her gaudy lighting is brightly illuminating her tastelessly painted face. Her electrically charged Wi Fi appendages lie seductively before me, spread wide open and eagerly awaiting the insertion of my — programming.

And one secret I did keep from Obsidian: I’m afraid that Starbucks’ upload speeds rival even those of even Obsidian herself.

But wait! Alert Thunderbolt readers will know that I just returned from the World Social Forum in San Jose, California, and such readers may be wondering why I am wasting time here relating the mundane soap opera of my personal Wi Fi dalliances?

Never fear, Thunderbolt fans, for they do connect as my lust for Wi Fi ended up causing me much angst and distress whilst encased within the confines of San Jose, California!

Anyway, concerning the aforementioned Social Forum: We drove two full-sized school busses to San Jose with around 35 activists. The busses started in Bellingham and stopped to pick up folks in Seattle before picking me up in Olympia. Then we gathered folks in Portland and Eugene.

Also: I spent four years driving truck and I personally owned a school bus for over 28 years and so I personally drove one of the busses approximately half the distance to San Jose.

As far as the Social Forum, the good parts were that I made connections with a couple of other radio stations including KBOO, which was literally my lifeline for the 3½ of the years of the 6 years that I spent in Club Fed at the federal prisons in Sheridan, Oregon, which is not far from Portland.

Thus, KBOO has a very warm place in my heart — in addition to some of the best original public affairs programming in the world.

Another big plus was that a couple of the kids that traveled on the busses were truly inspirational.

I went to a couple of workshops on homelessness and learned that San Jose not only has a large and non-thriving homeless population but at one point San Jose boasted the largest homeless camp in the country. It was nicknamed ‘The Jungle’ — and it lasted for several years until the local police finally evicted them in a rather brutal manner.

The local homeless activists were very grateful to learn of things like Quixote Village and Real Change.

As for the overall forum itself, it was spread out all over town and there were no shuttles so that was inconvenient — but the main problem I saw was that it was overwhelmingly made up of old white people who have been doing the same stuff for over 30 years now and who evidently plan to just keep doing the same stuff even though we have been totally getting our asses kicked for the entire 30 years we have been doing it.

I went to a workshop on militarism. I am 61 years old. I suspect that the average age of the room was several years older than that. There was almost no one under age 40. There were no people of colour. Also, since I can spot a liberal a mile away, I knew that these people would probably be shocked and offended by anything that I might have to say on the subject.

This is not to denigrate old white people — after all, I am one myself. Old white people are actually a formidable force and have accomplished many good works — but old white people are a very limited demographic and we need a much more inclusive cadre for any true revolution. People of colour are very tired of white people thinking they are the only things that can save everyone. In addition, many old white people naturally assume that they know everything and that anyone that disagrees with them is uninformed. As far that goes, I find many liberals to be naïve at best and I consider any of them that still support the Democratic Party to be complete idiots, so there’s that.

However, part of the wonder of magic is that I am pretty sure that anyone who is exposed to me was meant to be exposed to me to learn whatever I have to teach them (and vice-versa, of course) and it was a long walk to anywhere else and I already had blisters on my feet for reasons I will relate in a moment that had nothing to do with the Social Forum, so I decided to stick it out.

A 60-something woman from San Francisco sat next to me and we began chatting. She asked me what I thought of San Jose. I already had a very poor impression of San Jose for reasons I will explain in a moment and that was what I told her — though I used slightly more colourful language. (Specifically: I said, “I must admit that I seriously disliked this town within an hour of my arrival — but I’ve also got to say that in the two days since that time I have finally come to utterly loathe it.”)

She was obviously shocked and offended by this reply.

I started trying to mitigate my statement by saying that my frustration with San Jose was caused mostly by other reasons that did not directly involve San Jose, but at this point she picked up a flyer and in that perfect crass tone of complete condescension that liberals have down to an art, she told me that, if I didn’t mind, she was trying to read — i.e. she very rudely told me to just shut the f@#* up.

I had already shocked and offended a liberal and we hadn’t even gotten to the politics yet.

I almost schooled her — and I can do that very effectively — but when people who don’t have a clue about who or what I am cop some kind of attitude toward me, I usually assume that they have some sort of personal problem of their own that they are projecting onto me, and thus I don’t usually lose much sleep over it.

I had absolutely no desire to stay in that room, though, and I walked out before the workshop even began.

As for the aforementioned blisters and Wi Fi frustrations: There is no Obsidian in San Jose. There are — of course — several Starbucks — but for some reason whilst in San Jose I seemed to be encased in some sort of anti-coffee shop quantum paradigm or something wherein every time the uploads needed to be uploaded I spent literally hours wandering the cold hard streets of San Jose, California trying to find free Wi Fi. (Actually, the streets were rather warm and they very effectively gave my feet blisters whilst walking them — but that is not nearly as poetic an image.)

We arrived in San Jose about 2 o’clock on the afternoon of Wednesday, June 24th. I needed to finalize last week’s Thunderbolt and I am the kind of person who when I have work to do I would rather get it out of the way so that I don’t have to think about it anymore, and so I left to find a coffee shop. I didn’t anticipate much trouble in a rather large yuppie city. (This is Silicon Valley, after all!)

I first approached three people who obviously lived in the neighborhood where the Social Forum was centered. I explained that I was from out of town and that I needed a coffee shop with free Wi Fi. I had already noted that it was a rather poor neighborhood, and I very quickly received a lesson in culture and economics when all three people that I accosted seemed amazed at the very idea of a coffee shop with free Wi Fi.

One 30-something woman, after understanding what I was asking her, lit up with utter joy and said, “Wow, that would be great!”

All three stated unequivocally that there was no such thing anywhere near there.

I was no longer in the Pacific Northwest. What the hell do these people do? (I did note a large number of thriving yuppie bars, so evidently the yuppies of Silicon Valley drink alcohol instead of coffee.)

Downtown San Jose was about a mile away, so I decided to bus there. The bus driver did not know of any coffee shops either. He dropped me off in a neighborhood that, if located in the Northwest, would have had funky little coffee shops every other block. While I found no funky little shops, I did, of course find a Starbucks two blocks away.

How poetic.

I performed the foreplay ritual of ordering and paying for a cup of coffee whilst flirting with the barista and then I unpacked and booted my computer. After everything was set up I needed to use the restroom before starting to work — whereupon another far less flirtable barista (unless you prefer pudgy unfriendly 20-something white kids) informed me that they did not have a restroom.

I looked at him in amazement. He was not kidding.

“Dude,” I said, “I have spent nearly 30 years in near perpetual travel all over North America and I was a coffee shop aficionado years before Starbucks was even a wet dream in some shareholder’s night time fantasies and I have never before ever anywhere at any time or in any place ever come across a sit-down coffee shop that did not have a restroom.”

Alas. I guess there’s a first time for everything.

It turned out that there were two public restrooms that were each located two blocks away in opposite directions.

Thus, I shut down my computer, packed up all my gear, and headed west toward the restroom that was allegedly located next to a fountain. It turned out to be one of those portable self-cleaning operations that cities sometimes reluctantly install often in response to pressure from the banks who are tired of discovering piles of feces in their flowerbeds every morning left there by homeless people who had nowhere else to go.

I have read of these restrooms but I had never actually seen much less used one.

Though I did not see it until the next day, there is a little digital sign on this structure that tells you in which of its three modes it is currently operating, those modes being ‘ready for use’, ‘in use’, and ‘cleaning’ mode’. If it is in ‘ready to use’ status you can open the door by pushing a button. Then, when done, you just leave and the thing locks itself behind you before cleaning itself — a process that takes a couple of minutes after each use. Then, the little sign changes to ‘ready to use’ and at this point the whole process can be repeated.

I at least like to think that I have enough intelligence that I would have been able to figure all this out rather quickly — except as I approached the structure a homeless gentleman who had been sitting on a bench nearby evidently noted my intention and so he suddenly jumped up in front of me and cut me off. He did this only to subsequently stand silently in front of the door of the restroom.

Then he continued to stand there. A ‘self cleaning’ mode on a public restroom was something that I had never before even imagined much less seen, so I figured that there must be someone inside the restroom that I was unaware of.

As I was about to urinate in my drawers at the time, I found his cutting me off in line to be highly annoying. Since I did not yet know about the ‘cleaning mode’, then when two minutes later the homeless guy just suddenly and without hesitation pushed the button and just walked right into an empty restroom, I couldn’t help but be exasperated and assumed this guy had some mental thing that caused him to do seemingly irrational things.

Then, of course, the guy took forever. After ten minutes I finally — in a friendly manner and in a non-threatening tone — spoke to the gentleman through the wall and explained that I was about to pee my pants and that I would be very quick and that I really needed to use the restroom.

He responded by calling me an incredibly profane name that seriously slandered the ancestry of my mother. With a little less friendliness and a little more threat, I then pointed out to him that he was a rude and selfish asshole.

He was still yelling profanities at me as I walked away.

I walked the two blocks back to the Starbucks in order to obtain directions to the other restroom which it turned out was located in a sort of mini-Safeway which evidently had some arrangement with the city to allow the public to use their restroom. I managed to use this restroom without further notable incident.

By the time I returned from my lengthy hike my coffee was cold.

Finally, I did my work — which consisted of finalizing last week’s Thunderbolt. This is the step wherein I put all of the already written pieces together with all the various calendar events and do all the final editing — a process that usually takes less than an hour. This process went slowly due to my exhaustion but was otherwise without notable incident.

Then I decided to check the KOWA programming to make sure that it was happening as I had been assured that it would happen only to discover that actually it wasn’t happening at all and that KOWA had been dead air all day.

I had just traveled all night and all day in a full-length school bus with 15 other activists and I had driven that bus for about half that distance, including through all of the mountain passes and including all of the city driving at the end, and since I am thinking that most of you have probably never driven a full-length school bus in heavy city traffic, I can assure you that it is a thorough physical workout.

Suddenly, just as I thought I was done and that I could finally go enjoy and recreate, I realized that instead I had to spend at least two hours programming, which is a somewhat mind-numbing process under the best of circumstances and the mere thought of doing it at that particular point in time was a downright nightmare.

By the time I got back to the Social Forum I still had time to attend an evening workshop but by that point I was frizzled frazzled burnt toasted wiped and exasperated. I just wanted to smoke a big fat bowl and veg in the bus.

Somewhat surprisingly, I need to program some of the daily programs every day. I had Wi Fi access at the college dorm room in which I stayed at night during the Social Forum, but this network was so slow that it literally reminded me of the old dial up days. The web pages would slowly reveal themselves a small section at a time. Trying to upload files on such a network would have taken a week. I wanted to attend a 10 o’clock workshop on Friday. As I boycott any coffee shop that does not have a restroom — all one of them that I have ever found — I used the ultra-slow Wi Fi at the dorm to find another Starbucks in downtown San Jose and carefully noted the address and I studied the map closely so I would know exactly where I was going before I tried to go there. My plan worked beautifully. I did indeed find the address with ease.

It turned out to be an evidently recently created vacant lot.

I then subsequently spent over an hour wandering the streets of downtown San Jose in yet another unsuccessful search for a coffee shop. I finally compromised on my brave ethical stand against the scourge of restroom-less Starbucks and just returned to the known quantity.

They did have blazing fast Wi Fi, anyway. Still: She was not only a Starbucks, but she was a Starbucks with no restroom. Our relationship was obviously doomed from the start.

This time I took great care to take care of all bodily elimination functions before my arrival.

Since all of this had taken so long I missed my 10 o’clock workshop.

I finally made it to the next workshop — and that ended up being the workshop on militarism that I referred to earlier.

Not a good day. I decided to cut my losses. I decided that day was jinxed and so I decided that I would also forego the evening workshop in order that I could program all of the following days programs, which I can do on weekends because there are no daily programs on the weekends, and I would thus have all day Saturday to attend workshops unencumbered by any KOWA programming duties! Brilliant!

The militarism workshop had been in a large public library — called the Martin Luther King Jr. Library as it rather ironically turned out — and so I decided to use the library’s Wi Fi to get some more work done before the next workshop. I booted up and discovered that the library’s network needed a password. I went to the desk figuring they wanted to see some ID or something before I could use their Wi Fi. Instead, the librarian explained that they had public computers that I could use to access the Internet, but that in order to access the library’s Wi Fi network with my own computer that I would need to obtain a library card that they do not issue to people who live in Olympia, Washington.

There was a Tullys next door to the library — but by this point I was falling asleep on my feet, I was exasperated, and I just ended up returning and sitting in the shade next to the bus smoking pot until I passed out for awhile.

Also: Smoking pot in California is still a crime so I was once again engaging in criminal activity! It was just like the old days, let me tell you!

Then, I awoke, and when I went to the event center to see what was happening, I was informed that — after all of my insane adventures trying to find Wi Fi access — that there was a small library that I hadn’t noticed right in front of the event center and that they did not require a password to use their Wi Fi network.

This network was very slow, but I completed my work and thus had all day Saturday to workshop…

…and Saturday not only turned out to be just as rewarding and magical as Friday had sucked, but it did so in almost direct inverse proportion.

How I love magic!

At first I was still in shite happening mode. I had blisters on my feet and all of the workshops I wanted to attend were located vast distances from each other and since coming on this trip had put me in fairly serious financial dire straits and since I hadn’t budgeted for $6 day passes on the bus, I initially came at this day with a thoroughly shitty attitude.

However, we were using one of our busses to shuttle people between the college dorms and San Jose (the dorms were 5 miles away in Santa Clara) and the bus happened to be going right from the dorms to the workshop that I wanted to attend. This turned out to be the workshop on homelessness that I described earlier and that turned out to be a very rich and rewarding experience and so that was good. After the workshop I sat outside considering my blistered feet and the two miles to the next workshop and the $6 I would need for a bus pass when a young lady saw my press pass and introduced herself — and she turned out not only to be my counterpart at KBOO in Portland (though in this case comparing my job at KOWA to her job at KBOO is rather like comparing the manager of some national historical site to the Secretary of the Interior of the United States) but she also had access to a car and she was driving to the media workshop that I wanted to attend. Wow.

At the media workshop I made connections with another station in Santa Barbara (KCSB) and also with an organization that wants to start networking low power fm stations — which is exactly what I also think needs to happen. Wow.

After the workshop I stepped outside for a smoke thinking to come back and approach my colleague from KBOO in a few minutes to see if perchance her car might by magical chance be headed toward the event center — but I barely had time to light up before I was accosted by a young lady I had met earlier who asked me if I needed a ride to the event center. Wow.

How I love magic!

On the way to the event center we took a wrong turn and ended up in suburbia, and whilst we were lost I espied a Starbucks of which, considering the circumstances, I took note. I also noted that the #66 bus, which I was already familiar with, also served the suburban Starbucks.

It turned out — almost like magic — to be a good thing that I noted those two things, for next came Sunday.

Since we would be driving all night Sunday and all day Monday, I wanted to load all the KOWA programs I could for both Sunday and Monday and since I didn’t see any early morning workshops that I particularly wanted to attend I decided to use that time to do that. Since I couldn’t walk very well, the plan was for the crew to meet me with the bus at a coffee shop that Bruce knew about a few blocks away after their first workshop.

Upon espying said coffee shop, I hated it on sight. It was one of those ticky-tacky yuppie hellholes that I knew would be staffed by arrogant little white assholes. Oh, well. I ordered a cup of coffee. The arrogant little white asshole then said that would be $4.

I believe I have already mentioned my financial situation. Due to that financial situation I also had not budgeted for $4 cups of coffee. I later learned that they use some fancy new process that I have heard of but never checked out that evidently makes extra awesome coffee — but I told the arrogant little white asshole that I had no intention of paying $4 for a cup of coffee and I walked out.

I remembered the Tullys next to the library. I headed off in the direction I knew it to be. I immediately ended up in some weird little industrial area that had a freeway running through it and all the streets suddenly began twisting and turning and running at angles and I soon lost even my famous sense of direction and since the industrial area was completely deserted on a Sunday there was no one around to even ask for directions. There I stood, completely lost incongruously in the middle of a completely deserted area within the downtown area of a fairly large city. With my blistered feet I absolutely did not want to walk a single yard in the wrong direction.

I might also mention at this point that the temperature was in the 90’s by that point.

Finally, I spotted someone taking advantage of the deserted streets to walk his dog and he provided me with directions downtown. After another half-mile of limping through downtown San Jose I finally arrived at Tullys only to discover that they were closed till noon on Sundays.

Never fear! I was learning and taking note and adapting to my new environment: I remembered the Starbucks from the day before and from previous experience I also happened to know that there was a #66 bus that I could catch two blocks away from Tullys that would take me right to that Starbucks!

Voila!

When Nick — my partner in driving the bus — later came to pick me up after hearing of my blistered feet and my tale of woe, he was baffled as to how I had started off with them in the northern part of downtown yet ended up several miles south of there at a suburban Starbucks.

I told him it was a long story.

On the trip back, we were just leaving the Bay Area when one of the dual tires blew out with a sound like a cannon firing. Smartphones were deployed, a Les Schwab was located about a half mile away, and I slowly drove there on the single dual tire. However, before even spotting it we realized that it was going to be closed at 6 pm on a Sunday. We parked in the empty and deserted Les Schwab parking lot whilst Auto Club members began calling to see if anything could be done when Bruce evidently saw someone working inside the tire shop — and after explaining our situation the guy not only agreed to change our tire for us (we had a spare but no other tools) but he said that he would do it off the books, thus saving Media Island probably a couple to several hundred dollars. (We passed a hat at the end and ended up giving the guy around $60 or $70 and a bottle of imported beer — along with much heartfelt thanks.)

The flat was on the inner dual, and the inner dual turned out to be so seriously rusted to the drum that the guy had to spend almost an hour with his heavy-duty truck-strength power tools breaking it loose.

We would have never been able to get that tire off that bus by ourselves even if we had had the proper tools.

Under almost any other conceivable circumstance such a circumstance would have cost us a lot of money. We picked probably one of the only times and places where we could have pulled off something like that.

How I love magic!

So anyway, due to my weeklong absence I have forty or seventy things to do and not much time to do them, so that’s it for this week News and Commentary section — which means…

It’s time to get to work!

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The Thunderbolt Calendar

Week of July 2nd thru July 8th, 2015

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1) FYI Section: Update from West Central Park Project

This came from Alicia:

The Park needs waterers! Evening hand watering is a necessity during this heat wave. Some of our new plants may not be able to survive these conditions without it. Until the WCP gets an irrigation system installed, evening shifts are being filled to water the grounds.  Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays are already taken.  Do you have time to water the Park on Tuesday, Thursday or Saturday?  Early in the morning is also a good time to water if that fits into your schedule better.  Watering everything in the Park takes up to 2 hours.  Please let us know if you can help.

West Central Park needs your help now more than ever. The organization has been built by volunteers and run by volunteers, and is meant to be sustained by the helping hands of the community that surrounds it. According to its mission, this Park is maintained for the neighborhood in which it sits, and ideally, by that same neighborhood. If you can walk to the Park, it’s your Park. Come be part of the team that keeps the WCP beautiful every Sunday of the year for you.

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2) Fellowship of Reconciliation’s 57th Annual Northwest Regional Conference

Thursday July 2nd through Sunday July 5th in Seabeck, Kitsap County

This message came from Glen:

The Fellowship of Reconciliation’s amazingly good Seabeck Conference starts NEXT THURSDAY JULY 2.

REGISTER NOW!

 

This is SO GOOD that it’s worth coming some distance to attend.  We attract people from elsewhere in the U.S. and sometimes from Japan!

à See the brochure and registration information at http://www.wwfor.org

Thursday July 2 (late afternoon) to Sunday July 5 (after lunch):

“Peace, Justice and Sustainability:
Strengthening the Links”

Fellowship of Reconciliation’s 57th Annual
NW Regional Conference at Seabeck in Kitsap County WA

Everybody concerned about saving our planet and creating a more just and less violent human community is welcome to this family friendly conference for people of all ages.  Together we will ask how the issues we care about are connected to one another and how we can best work with one another and with all the many others committed to bettering our world.  Programs for children and youth will help these attendees form peer communities, although all attendees are invited to participate in workshops and talks.

We’ll be inspired and informed by two keynote speakers, Jacqueline Patterson, Director of the NAACP Environmental and Climate Justice Program, and the Rev. Osagyefo Uhuru Sekou from the national FOR, who will connect us with the Black Lives Matter movement.  They and our workshop facilitators bring experience and insights for linking issues and activists.  Come learn, come teach, come enjoy the fellowship and the fun as well as the work!  And we’ll enjoy Tom Rawson’s music all weekend long!

Choose from among 16 fascinating and enjoyable workshops spread out among three time periods, plus a fourth “Activist Fair,” which is new this year and will encourage new topics to be raised, follow-up from workshops, planning for actions, and other options.

Our annual Seabeck Conference draws people from Washington, Oregon, Canada, and elsewhere.  The beautiful, historic site on Hood Canal offers spectacular views of the Olympic mountains and salt water.  Enjoy on-site housing and family style dining.  There are plenty of opportunities for informal discussions with nice folks who share your values.  Enjoy many planned activities, informal conversations with nice folks who share your values, and some nature walks, swimming, row boating, a bookstore, and more.  Please join us!

à See the brochure and registration information athttp://www.wwfor.org

Questions?  Carpooling?  Contact the WWFOR office at (206) 789-5565 orwwfor@wwfor.org

To carpool from the Olympia area, contact Glen Anderson at (360) 491-9093glenanderson@integra.net

If you give me a fish, you have fed me for a day.

If you teach me to fish, you have fed me until the river is polluted and the shoreline seized for development.

But if you teach me to organize, then, no matter what the challenge, I can join my community and we can make our own solution.

Glen Anderson    (360) 491-9093    GlenAnderson@integra.net

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3) I-735 Olympia Move to Amend/WAmend Meeting

Thursday July 2nd at 7 pm @ Thurston County Courthouse, 2000 Lakeridge Dr SW Building #1

This message came from Mike:

I-735 Olympia Move to Amend/WAmend Meeting: LET’S GET BIG $$ OUT NOW!
Date: Thursday, July 2, 2015
Time: 7:00PM – 9:00PM
Short Description: Join us and get involved with WAmend’s I-735 to get BIG $$ OUT of politics. 1st Thursday of each month through December 2015.
Location: Thurston County Courthouse Complex, Bldg. #1, Rm 280
2000 Lakeridge Dr. SW
Olympia, WA 98502
Contact Information: Michael Savoca at masavoca@fairpoint.net or Jennifer Sprague at 510-863-4735, I-735olympia@hotmail.com

Please join us!  We will be making plans for and gathering signatures for WAmend’s Citizen Initiative 735 through December 2015 (to get I-735 on the November 2016 ballot in Washington).  Come by to drop off filled petition sheets and get fresh blank ones or other materials you need.  You don’t need to stay for the meeting if you don’t want to.  In addition to getting I-735 on the ballot, gathering signatures helps us spread the word about the movement to get money out of politics and educate our friends and neighbors about what we can do to reclaim our democracy and return to a government “of the people, by the people, for the people.”

See the language of I-735 here: www.wamend.org/our-2015-initiative-2/

We meet in Rm #280 of Building #1 at the Thurston County Courthouse Complex.
Questions? email Michael at masavoca@fairpoint.net or Jennifer at I-735olympia@hotmail.com

Some of the other organizations that are working toward a similar goal to overturn Citizens United include — and we welcome members of these groups to join us:  WAmend, Wolf-PAC, Fix Democracy First!, RAD (Restore the American Dream) Team, Public Citizen, People for the American Way, Sum of Us, Represent.US, Free Speech for People, StampStampede…

We the People, NOT We the Corporations 

 

On January 21, 2010, with its ruling in Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission, the Supreme Court ruled that corporations are persons, entitled by the U.S. Constitution to buy elections and run our government. Human beings are people; corporations are legal fictions.

We, the People of the United States of America, reject the U.S. Supreme Court’s ruling in Citizens United and other related cases, and move to amend our Constitution to firmly establish that money is not speech, and that human beings, not corporations, are persons entitled to constitutional rights. (movetoamend.org)

“The Story of Citizens United v. FEC”

WATCH and share this short video (under 9 min.) which explores:

>the inordinate power that corporations exercise in our democracy,

>the history of the American corporation and corporate political spending,

>the appropriate roles of citizens and for-profit corporations in a democracy, and

>the toxic impact the “Citizens United” Supreme Court decision is having on our political process.

It ends with a call to amend the U.S. Constitution to confirm that people—not corporations—make the decisions in a democracy.

http://storyofstuff.org/movies/story-of-citizens-united-v-fec/

SIGN! Motion to Amend the US Constitution: Reject Citizens United:

http://movetoamend.nationbuilder.com/petition

SIGN! Corporations are not people:

http://www.wolf-pac.com/petition

Priceles$$ The MovieA Call To Action For Campaign Finance Reform
We keep trimming the branches of the tree, but we really need to get at the root of the problem… Watch Pricele$$: (56:15)  https://vimeo.com/36002832
http://www.pricelessmovie.org/

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4) I-735 at Lacey Freedom Concert Signature Gathering

Friday July 3rd at 5:30 pm @ Lacey Crossroads Shopping Center, 5500 Corporate Center Loop SE, Lacey

Come help get I-735 on the ballot by gathering signatures.

This came from Mike:

I-735 at Lacey Freedom Concert – gather signatures BEFORE the fireworks show
Date: Friday, July 3, 2015
Time: 5:30PM – 8:00PM
Short Description: Gather signatures from the crowd before/during the concert in the Lowe’s parking lot near the intersection of Yelm Hwy. & College St.
Location: Lacey Crossroads Shopping Center
5500 Corporate Center Loop SE
Lacey, WA 98503
Contact Information: CONTACT: Michael Savoca: 360-951-6518, savocas@fairpoint.net

This is BEFORE the Fireworks begin (at 10:15pm), in the Lowe’s parking lot (Lacey Crossroads Shopping Center, 5500 Corporate Center Loop SE – near the intersection of College St. & Yelm Hwy.) Concert starts at 6:30pm.

Questions: CONTACT: Michael: 360-951-6518, savocas@fairpoint.net

EVENT SCHEDULE

6:30 p.m.  DJ Tony G starts the celebration with high-energy tunes, Lacey Sunrise Lions Club offers free face painting for kids, Sponsors’ booths offer balloons, stickers, and family activitiesFood and ice cream available for purchase nearby

8:00 p.m.     Presentation of Colors

8:15 p.m.     56th Army Rock Band “Battle Rhythm” takes the stage

10:00 p.m.    “Spirit of Lacey” Award Announcement

10:15 p.m.    Countdown to the first burst!

“The public is invited to enjoy free music and activities at the Freedom Concert, in the parking lot at the Lacey Crossroads Shopping Center, 5500 Corporate Center Loop SE. This year’s concert features Battle Rhythm, the 56th Army Rock Band. DJ Tony G will also be on hand to energize the crowd with family – friendly dance music. Performances occur from 6:30 p.m. to 10:00 p.m. Free face-painting and other children’s activities will also be happening, and food will be available for purchase from a variety of nearby vendors. Spectators are advised to bring along a lawn chair for seating space near the stage.”

More details:

http://www.facebook.com/events/805546596196204/

http://www.ci.lacey.wa.us/living-in-lacey/the-community/arts-and-events/july-3-fireworks

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5) Our Life Beyond MK ULTRA A Presentation by Elisa E

Friday July 3rd at 7 pm @ Last Word Books, 111 Cherry St NE

MK ULTRA was one iteration of the CIA’s decades long ‘research’ into controlling people’s minds a lá Manchurian Candidate. This woman was one of their victims.

This came from Last Word Books:

Our Life Beyond MKULTRA A Presentation by Elisa E.

Fri, July 3, 7pm – 8pm

Where 111 Cherry St NE, 111 Cherry Street Northeast map
Created by lastwordbooks@gmail.com
   

http://www.lastwordbooks.org/?page=shop/aboutus

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6) I-735 at Tumwater Independence Day Parade

Saturday July 4th at 9:30 am @ Tumwater Parade Route

Come gather signatures for I-735.

This is from Mike:

I-735 at Tumwater Independence Day Parade – Help get BIG $$ OUT of our political system
Date: Saturday, July 4, 2015
Time: 9:30AM – 1:30PM
Short Description: Help gather signatures from the parade spectators BEFORE the parade starts (11am). Thousands of spectators for this event.
Location: Tumwater Parade route – see map in event description;

Parade starts at the corner of Capitol Blvd. & Lee St.

Tumwater, WA

Contact Information: Michael Savoca: 360-951-6518, savocas@fairpoint.net

This is THE Independence Day parade for the Olympia-Lacey-Tumwater area, with thousands of spectators who want to sign I-735.   The Parade begins at 11:00am at the corner of Capitol Blvd. and Lee Street in Tumwater.  Roads that are closed for the parade are scheduled to re-open by 1p.

PARADE ROUTE DESCRIPTION: (See map below.)

Parade starts at the corner of Capitol Boulevard and Lee Street.

Moves south on Capitol Boulevard to Israel Road.

Turns west (right) onto Israel Road and continues past City Hall, ending up at Linderson Way / Israel Road Intersection.

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7) Media Island Monthly Benefit Brunch: Report Back from World Social Forum

Sunday July 5th from 11 am to 2 pm @ Media Island, 816 Adams St SE

As I reported this week, a bunch of weird and crazy people rode busses down to San Jose, California so they could plot subversion with hundreds of other weird and crazy people — and I know this because I was one of the weirdest and the craziest!

Yes; I will be one of the reporters reporting.

This came from Media Island:

Report-back from World Social Forum at Media Island’s Sunday Brunch
Date: Sunday, July 5, 2015
Time: 11:00AM – 2:00PM
Short Description: On the first Sunday each month Media Island hosts a brunch to benefit a local non-profit org, from 11 am to 2 pm.
Location: Media Island International

816 Adams SE

Olympia 98501

This ongoing First Sunday Brunch features Media Island International (MII) partnering with a different local non-profit org to raise their visibility and raise funds for them.  Enjoy a tasty brunch for a worthy cause each month.

On SUNDAY JULY 5 you can hear a report-back from local people who participated in the World Social Forum a few days ago in San Jose, California.

11 a.m. to 2 p.m. at MII, 816 Adams Street SE (just east across Adams Street from Olympia’s downtown library).

Donations, rather than a fixed price.

If you need a handicap entrance, use the alley behind it, accessible from 9th Ave SE.

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8) Bonus Tip of the Day:

School and old white person today.

Peace.

Dana

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