Another group of military veterans is scheduled to arrive in D.C. tomorrow morning to carry out a second protest, demanding lawmakers immediately end the government shutdown.
The protest is being organized by The Military Coalition (TMC), a group of 33 organizations that represents 5.5 million people. Members are comprised of the uniformed services—active, reserve, retired veterans, survivors and their families.
TMC’s protest arrives on the heels of the “Million Vet March” that occurred over the weekend attracting thousands of veterans who marched on the National Mall and then on to the White House to peacefully demonstrate their anger over the government shutdown.
Veterans voiced their displeasure for the closing of the memorials as they removed the barricades and carried them to the White House where they stacked them neatly out front.
“This is our way of life. We will not stand by and let the U.S. government dishonor the legacy of sacrifice of the generations before us. It’s time to make a stand.”
TMC believes in strength in numbers and hopes the rally will grab the attention of lawmakers tomorrow, and put an end to the suffering inflicted on veterans stemming from the government shutdown. Veterans on disability and GI Bill benefits are unsure if they’ll receive their next check, and their access to medical care has been severely limited following the rollout of Obamacare.
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Hours after a union mob violently attacked a pro-right-to-work group in Lansing, MI, Minnesota Congressman Keith Ellison posted to his Facebook page and Twitter feed that he is “proud to stand with working people in Michigan to oppose “Right To Work For Less” legislation.
Ellison shared the following photo on his Facebook page courtesy of We Are Michigan, a coalition of unions and progressive groups.
Surely Rep. Ellison was aware of the violence and turmoil that took place today that included vandalism, mob behavior and a comedian being punched in the face. Certainly he had heard about the Michigan State Rep. Doug Geiss made calling for “blood” over the pending legislation. Does the congressman “stand” behind these atrocities?
Rep. Ellison did not return attempts for comment.
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The fight over ‘right to work’ legislation that has passed the Michigan state legislature turned violent today when a mob of angry pro-union protesters vandalized a large tent.
The tent was erected by the Michigan chapter of Americans For Prosperity, a free market activist group. The tent, according to reports via social media from those in attendance, had women and children inside who were unable to get out because of the weight of the tent as well as union protesters standing on the edges. It’s clear from the video that there are people under the tent after it had fallen.
Reports on Twitter and Facebook claim more violence such as popular conservative activist Steven Crowder was punched in the face at least four times. Video of his encounter will be released later today via social media and again on the Sean Hannity show on the Fox News Channel later tonight.
See additional video courtesy of conservative blogger Lee Stranahan here: Frightening Mob
It’s Friday! So, where are you having lunch or dinner today? Now, you might have managed to go to Chick-fil-A, and been a part of the smashing success for people that believe government needs to stop strangling businesses over the beliefs of the business owners. Of course, the whining leftists have come up with their own idea for today, albeit not as smart. They’re planning on going to Chick-fil-A today, and engage in same-sex kissing in protest against the restaurant chain.
Now, my first thought is that these people had better not decide to set foot inside the restaurants, if for no other reason, because they will probably keep local law enforcement hopping. I’m making a basic assumption that they are not aware of the law, and the fact that in theory, restaurant managers would be well within their rights to call authorities to remove them from inside the restaurant, if they were kissing there. Arguably, they could do the same if they’re outside, if they pose a public safety risk, by blocking the entrances, or getting in the way of auto traffic in the lots.
While that would be amusing to watch, a second thought occurred to me. Wouldn’t it be lovely if these protesters were met with yet another round of Chick-fil-A supporters waiting to eat there? Now, I am saying simply go there and eat again, nothing more. If there happen to be same-sex couples around, ignore them. Let them yell if they like. See my first thought above. If the same-sex protesters get too rowdy, as long as Chick-fil-A customers are just there to eat, they can sit and watch in amusement as the police come and take those folks away. But, given that there’s a chance that you’ll end up seeing those couples kissing at your local Chick-fil-A, it might not be a good idea to bring along the kids, unless you’re prepared to or have already had “that” conversation with them. I know, should be obvious, but it is worth saying.
So, if you’re willing, please do – Eat Mor Chikin!
It has been a long, joyless 342 days since the hard right announced its crusade to eradicate womyn’s rights and to throw civilization back into the dark ages. The Wellsley college campanile sounded shrill in the frigid wintry air at ten a.m. – a harsh reminder of the places in the world where freedom does not ring.
Awakening in the hostile sunlight, I logged into my Facebook. Hysterical reports had flooded into my inbox of a Socon conspiracy to protest neonatal infanticide at Planned Parenthood headquarters at high noon. The revelation jolted me more than any mocha half-caf cappuccino. Here was a spur to action that instantly shook off the hangover of those strawberry wine coolers I drank last night. So I threw on my rainbow leg warmers and laced up my combat boots. Time to return to the grisly profession of war.
My blackberry was abuzz with nervous Tweets about the potential implications of ending late term abortions and infanticide. Would life go on as we know it? How would womyn cope with the knowledge that a lady could not whimsically spread her legs and then snuff out the unfortunate results of the tryst later? If we radical feminists gave the frothing-at-the-mouth “pro-life”sociopaths late-term abortions, or heaven forbid, neonatal infanticide, the next thing you know it’s the return of the malleus maleficarum and the Salem witch trials. Not on my watch.
Strolling out onto the campus courtyard, my sisters were already congregated and ready for action. I was the tallest of the group, and sensitive to the impressions of my sisters, I strove not to flaunt my lithe, lanky body and brown flaxen hair, which I kept tucked in a bun under my Che-style beret. My lengthy army green field jacket also guaranteed no wandering predatory masculine eyes could take in my feminine assets.
As I approached on the white paved walkway, I encountered a stocky girl of the athletic type dressed in a gray Wellsley sweatshirt and black stretch pants, taking in the cool mist of the evaporating dew and the warm scent of the radiant morning sun. It was Becky, my best gal pal. She was wielding a sign “Stay Out of My Womb!” while our nerdy, whip-smart friend Sandra, a diminutive red-haired girl of modest persuasion, had taken up the plight of the condomless with her custom T-shirt “Fluck You, Where’s Our Condoms?!”
We assembled at the pavilion with the Structural Feminist Society and countenanced our plan of attack. Social conservatives were not to be trifled with, having been raised on red meat and possibly harboring communicable diseases like rabies. We imagined the best tactic would be to yell as piercingly as we could, repeating the same chants over and over until we got our way.
“What about… racists, sexists, homophobes, leave those abortion docs alone?” Sandra meekly proffered to the group of seventeen college girls and the Gender Studies professor Ms. Shwarthely.
“What does that have to do with abortion and reproductive rights?” I asked, slightly confused.
“Yes, exactly,” Ms. Shwarthely muttered dryly, a wry smile creasing on her thin, pursed lips.
After forming en masse, we stridently took to the streets, armed only with our witty placards and a ray of hope. What we were fighting for was a more just world for all of us. And we would be damned if some redneck, teabagging socons were going to take away our right to partial birth abortion or neonatal infanticide.
The clack of heavy black Sketchers pounded on the pavement like an advancing army. Seventeen raucous warriors fighting for the cause of all adult womyn ready to do battle with our worst of enemies – the ignorant right-wing reactionary.
The Planned Parenthood office was a flurry of activity, as dozens of white, middle-aged, trailer park trash had gathered on the sidewalk, carrying Bibles and other mysogynistic hate literature. Horribly graphic pictures of healthy infants shocked and stirred us to engage.
“Sisters, let’s mobilize!” Ms. Shwarthely yelled through a bull-horn. The short-haired, bespectacled professor led the charge to the head of the protest group, a priest who was mumbling some Bible verses. She got right in his face.
“What do you think you’re doing here?” she bellowed in righteous fury. “Protesting abortion? Neonatal infanticide? What business of yours is this?”
“Why…” the idiotic preacher splurted out, “I just think it’s morally wrong…”
“Morally wrong?” Ms. Swarthely howled magnificently. “Why these…” she wrapped her hand against a placard bearing an image of a fetus “…are just blobs of protoplasm, inconsequential bits of matter, and it is up to we womyn to decide if they live or die!”
“But…” the bumbling fool struggled to make out, “Don’t you see that all life is precious?”
“Precious? Precious?!? How many children will starve to feed this drain on society that you would like to see the light of day? Womyn, enough! Time to chant!”
Our voices raised to the sky, we chanted in unison. Our hymn flooded over our enemies gloriously, more potently than any Christian choir. One suburban WASP female burst into tears because of our stirring chorus. I gave my friend Becky a high-five and took out my camera phone. My friends would not believe the ridiculous teabagging rednecks who dared to mess with our girl power.
An hour of our brigade, nicknamed “Task Force Vagina,” chanting “racist, bigot, homophobe” wore down our adversaries. At last, bittersweet victory. One of the hateful hillbillies yelled, “You are all going to hell!”- only proving they were a bunch of crazy hatemongers. Then finally, the coup de grâce. The invariable “baby killer!” meme was uttered. I caught it all on my camera phone, which brought an irresistible grin to my face. But Sandra was visibly upset.
“Hey, lady!” she cried. “I don’t like being called names!”
This was unacceptable. One of my sisters had been emotionally wounded in combat. I folded up my cellphone and rushed to comfort my wounded comrade by putting my arm around her shoulder. Just then, a womyn showed up to enter the clinic, bravely making her way through the crowd of contorted faces. Meekly, shuffling her way through, she lifted her eyes only to parse the meaning of the confrontation. Her expression was grave.
Awkwardly, I smiled at the young black woman with a reassuring look on my face that communicated ‘just ignore the signs.’ The obviously lonely and afraid girl seemed to pluck up for a moment and then returned to her grim state after she walked by.
Why was this world so cruel? What good were all these protests if a womyn like her was forced to bear the curse of an unwanted child, and left no choice but to terminate it? If only the world were one collective, sharing all, no one would go without want, no one would go hungry, and no one would be shamed for the unavoidable results of free love…
“Hey, you!” a ferocious masculine shout snapped me back to attention. “Whores of Babylon!”
Back to the fray. Back to the cause of fighting for womyn everywhere.
The above is satire. It is a fictionalized account intended to elucidate certain ideas and principles by taking them to absurd lengths. It is not intended to be taken literally.
Kyle Becker blogs at RogueGovernment, and can be followed on Twitter as @RogueOperator1. He writes freelance for several publications, including American Thinker and BeatObamaPac, and is a regular commentator on the late night talk show TB-TV.
The following is from BBC News:
Militant students are said to have removed the British flag, burnt it and replaced it with the Iranian flag.
They were also shown live on Iranian state TV throwing stones at embassy windows and breaking them.
The move comes after Iran resolved to reduce ties following the UK’s decision to impose further sanctions on it.
The students clashed with anti-riot police and chanted “the embassy of Britain should be taken over” and “death to England”, AP reports.
One protester was reported to be waving a framed picture of Queen Elizabeth II.
On Sunday, Iran’s parliament voted by a large majority to downgrade diplomatic relations with the UK after the UK Treasury imposed sanctions on Iranian banks the previous week, accusing them of facilitating the country’s nuclear programme.
Iran says its nuclear programme is for peaceful purposes only… [read more]
In the “rewarding bad behavior” file, we have this. The City of Los Angeles is said to be offering their “occupy” protestors a whole lot of goodies if they agree to leave their camp. The following excerpt is from LATimes.com.
…city officials have offered protesters a $1-a-year lease on a 10,000-square-foot office space near City Hall. He said officials also promised land elsewhere for protesters who wish to farm, as well as additional housing for the contingent of homeless people who joined the camp.
So, you got that, folks? If you stand outside of a government building and protest long enough, you just might get a lease worth thousands (if not tens of thousands) of dollars and some land. Maybe you could even trademark the OWS logo and use it to sell T-shirts.
I strongly encourage you to read the link to the L.A. Times for the whole story and then come back here and tell us what you think of all this madness. But you know what? In the bankrupt state of California, this sounds about right. We throw all of our money in the trashcan in order to pander to groups we’re scared of.
Let us know what you think in the comments below.
The story of students being sprayed with peppers spray by U.C. Davis police has caused a lot of different reactions on the internet and in the media lately. As it turns out, the U.C. Davis police chief has been put on administrative leave and this student call into CNN to give her side of what happened.
Many people on both sides of the spectrum have a lot of opinions on this story. What are yours? We’d love to hear on Facebook or in the comments below.
Already there had been quite a bit of excitement surrounding the Blogcon 2011 conference in Denver. On Friday the gang from the local Occupy Denver protest decided to take a trip down to the Crowne Plaza hotel, where the event was being held and do their level best to disrupt our evil, insidious, Koch Brothers-funded seminar on data visualization. After a lot of yelling (on our side and theirs), shoving (theirs), merciless ridicule (ours), and an arrest (theirs) the crew took off and we bloggers immediately streamed back into the hotel to upload video and post stories. It was madness. The Internet connection suddenly became slow…super slow…like, 1999 slow.
If that weren’t excitement enough, I had the extreme privilege of having a conversation with Pam Gellar of Atlas Shrugs and Jim Hoft, of Gateway Pundit. As we chatted in the hotel bar a blogger friend tipped us off that the police were on their way to break up the Occupy Denver camp. We grabbed our phones, Pam changed into more sensible shoes and a group of about seven of us took off from the hotel to see with our own eyes. As we arrived at the park I noticed the crowd was considerably bigger than it had been only the night before, when it basically consisted of 20 or 30 homeless people camping out and a few straggling protesters with signs. There were about 300 people scattered throughout the park, drawing protest signs on the sidewalks and wandering around chatting. Word must have gone out that the cops were moving and drawn in more Occupiers who were clearly hoping to see some action. One woman who had been at the Blogcon protest in a dress and heels was now dressed in jeans, a big green hoodie and sneakers. “These are my getting-arrested clothes”, she said gleefully. The air was rich with the smell of people who hadn’t showered in a while…or ever, and weed. There was weed being smoked openly, in nearly every section of the protest. I took a few pictures of some of the more classy signs drawn in chalk on the sidewalk and some of the people there. WARNING: ADULT LANGUAGE
Around 5:00 p.m. we noticed the police presence ramping up across the street. Several truck loads of riot squads had already arrived and local Denver police were asking spectators observing from that side of the street to step back and stay out of the way. The Occupiers began a lackluster debate about the value of just picking up and leaving peacefully against staying and daring the police to arrest them. I recognized the man who seemed to be their de facto leader from the Blogcon protest the day before. He had a bullhorn and began begging for people to pick up their things and move the protest to another location, in order to keep the protest alive. Not many seemed to heed his words. A lot of people were just milling around as they watched the riot cops form a straight blue line on the other side of the street. As darkness fell the riot squad began to aggressively move in, and I must say – even though I knew they weren’t going to shoot me, having a huge assault rifle loaded with pepper spray bullets pointed directly at my chest was terrifying. It was at that point that I realized this whole thing was real. These officers did not want to incite violence, but they were ready to address it if anyone got out of hand. The squad, fully prepared with helmets, bullet proof vests, clubs and guns moved across the street, to the shouts of the Occupiers. They placed themselves directly in front of the main group that had formed at the front of the park and simply stood while their colleagues came across to the park from down the street and slowly, quietly began to close in on the crowd, forming a wide circle. We noticed we were being pushed into the middle of the circle and began planning the best route for a quick exit should things turn crazy. Thankfully, nothing too crazy happened. The police force handled themselves very professionally and quietly stood their ground. Some protesters took the opportunity to shout directly at the police and attempt to aggravate them, others blew bubbles and tried to assure the police they were only there with peaceful intentions. It took about an hour all together, but eventually the crowd began to thin and disperse. I suspect when many people realized the police were not going to take the bait the whole idea became a lot less interesting. As the police stood their ground the general consensus among the protesters seemed to be that they pick up stakes and move down the the 16th Street Mall in the downtown area – a favorite spot for tourists and home of the “corporate greed mongers” like McDonalds and Wells Fargo. Moving across the street with no regard for traffic signals or the Saturday night traffic they were jamming up, the group was no more than 200 strong by that time, and that is a very liberal estimate. Traffic came to a stand still and drivers began honking at the protesters,yelling; and they weren’t yelling in support. It was quite obvious Denver residents were not happy to be stuck in Saturday night rush hour gridlock. It didn’t seem the Occupiers were ingratiating themselves to the good people of Denver.
Eventually our little band of bloggers packed up and left too. It had been an exciting evening for a group of people who thought the most exciting part of the weekend would be the free drinks at the opening reception. I must say that I was thoroughly impressed with the poise and professionalism of the Denver police and I overheard many people thanking them as they walked by. Later I saw reports from local news outlets that framed the whole events as chaotic and massive, with the police taking on a large population of peaceful protesters. It was nothing of the sort. I’d estimate the number of actual protesters (minus us observers) at no more than 250-300 at its peak, and any confrontation was initiated by Occupiers and not police. I was a witness. I saw it all and I finally saw up close and personal why its time to just bust up these Occupiers across the country and get on with our lives.
Well, color me surprised. The Italians had their own “Occupy Wall Street” styled
riot protest, and it turned out violent. That seems SOOO unlike Europeans too. And it sounds like unlike Liberals, now that I think about it. Oh, well. It could never happen here. Right? Watch the video below to see what a “peaceful” protest in Italy looks like. (you have to watch it, if for no other reason, than to appreciate the soundtrack) Enjoy.
Let us know what you think in the comments below. Or on Facebook. Or on Twitter. Or if you’re not busy, you can probably have pizza with us this Wednesday night, and we’ll chat about it then.