Wiley
The Monsters ARE the Critics Or Consider the Author
Occupy Our Country
Obama asked us to believe in change, so we elected him and we saw none. We stood up and gathered, demanding the same change we were promised, and so far all we are given is tear gas and criminal records. The “Occupy Wall Street” movement scares corporations and those in their pockets because it is the ignorance of the people that they have fed upon and thrived off of. They call it a “Class War,” but if there is class warfare then how come the only casualties are on the side of the lower classes? It seems to be a class massacre and the 1%ers, the 1% of the population that holds the wealth of America, have all the ammunition coupled with the high ground. Up until recently it has been a cold war where the upper echelon of our society has used underhanded secretive tactics in order to promote themselves monetarily while ensuring the demise of the American dream, the dream that if you work hard you will be rewarded in kind. This movement, which calls themselves “the 99%” or “Occupy Wall Street,” is the people finally waking up to the inequalities that have been purposefully hidden from them.
Recently the Occupy Wall Street movement in Oakland, California, became a surreal scene as tear gas and police batons flew freely on protestors. The official Statement by Police is that the protesters threw rocks at riot gear police and they felt the mood was becoming hostile. But the beginning of it all is truly the fact that the protestors were being removed on the pretenses of public health and violation of laws, specifically the fact that the “encampments” were not allowed indefinite stay. These seem like viable reasons until you remember that these “encampments” are actually the people’s right to peacefully assemble, hold a peaceful protest, and you remember that the people are protesting so that the quality of public health across the board is advanced. It seems extreme to promote public health through teargasing, bludgeoning, and arresting the public. Especially since the crowd being teargased consisted of university students, university teachers, veterans, and, as one video shows, people in motorized wheel chairs.
It is easy to begin to direct blame towards a political party and lose sight of the corruption as a whole, but don’t. The mayor of Oakland, Jean Quan, is a democrat and across the board both democratic and republican politicians are treating these protests the same. They are moving closer and closer to a point at which they will try to quell the demonstrations. It is the American political group as a whole that seems corrupted by corporate influence and they have made it easy to control the people by pitting us against each other, Democrats vs. Republicans. The best way to control your enemy is make him your friend, by creating a false enemy. Civil Disobedience is what this country is founded on and we are beginning to see that the controlling body do not wish to be self-retrospective or proactive with the community of America but rather is content to just control and rule. It can be said that those that have been in power for so long are not there specifically because they are just or have better ideas, the proof is the state of which we find our country in today, but because they are the ones with the strength to do so, and strength in this day in age is measured by the backing of capital wealth. This is just the way our Country is designed at this time. We have even gone as far as to legally say that Corporations are “people” and money is “speech,” which skews the specific written English definitions of “people” and “speech” completely. The reason laws can be written is that linguistic definitions are supposed to hold true and make the use of these laws clear and fair to all. However, now that we are rewriting these definitions, the laws seem less like steadfast moral principles for living within our society, but malleable to the will of those looking to cheat the system and people of The United States of America. The Politicians started off thinking the protests were cute, and backed them. This was until they saw that the people were not just letting off steam but meant business, were educated, and wanted REAL change. Now they are scared that this change could be coming. They have already begun to fight back, but will the people hold strong? Or disband? To quote Henry David Thoreau’s essay Civil Disobedience, “I ask for, not at once no government, but at once a better government. Let every man make known what kind of government would command his respect, and that will be one step toward obtaining it.”
Gnome
Occupy L.A. Crack Down Follow Up
Apparently the revolution will be televised, and live on Ustream, which is better than it sounds. The tired and resolute protestors link arms and solemnly chant, “The whole world is watching!” They are preparing for the Los Angeles police riot division to begin with their prior threats of arrests and possible nonlethal, but still unnecessarily brutal, offensive. They hope to bring their cause to the forefront of people’s thoughts through their suffering. “The whole world is watching!”
Well, I am not sure about the whole world, but my brother and I are, as well as thousands of other anonymous hits on differing Ustream live feeds. And from the scroll bar of comments it is a mix of empathizers, angry malicious irritants with opposing views, and 5 year old children who just learned that if you put a few “equal” signs in-between an eight and a capital “D” you get a text rendering of a penis. Charming.
But through all that, the opportunity to sit on your couch and watch CBS and FOX cover one side of the story while witnessing insider coverage of a peaceful act of civil disobedience is fascinatingly compelling to say the least. Or should I say I found it compelling as a citizen of Los Angeles for 26 years and an avid researcher as-well-as essayist of political philosophy. As my brother, Frederick William Chandler Jr., put it, “You know what goes well with watching two groups of idiots overreact over the others rights or freedoms? Soup.” He is a bit more cynical about the transaction than I am, but I understand the underlying meaning he is expressing.
We are living in a strange time when history can be formed from the clay of those living meaningful existences and your community is directly affected by catastrophes, but it can also be misinterpreted as entertainment. As if you are solely a passive viewer of the goings on in the world. Now I am not necessarily saying that the Occupy Los Angeles movement is filled with Mahatma Gandhis or Martin Luther King Jr.s, but how I came to witness this particular moment of political unrest made me question how others were interpreting the experience. I mean, this is a movement happening pretty much down the street from us and yet we are watching it unfold as if it is a sitcom on Hulu. How many other viewers are just sitting by their computers hoping to see a “dirty hippy” get bludgeoned under the boot of Johnny Law without fully grasping the gravity of the situation? Misinterpreting gravity for levity.
We both, which is to say my brother and me, sat in our respective homes and watched on multiple browser tabs the different angles of the incident as it manifested. Putting the sound down and up depending on which feed we were following. All the while telling the other when one had a particularly good shot of some action, FOX coverage playing silently in the background for overhead helicopter vantage shots and the occasional snarky interview.
Out of the name of journalistic integrity I kept a note pad for inspiring thoughts to hold on to, or at least to write down if anything “good” happens like a violent abuse of power (I still feel dirty for succumbing to the primal craving for violence and a gruesome story, but that is a different article). One specific note I made was encompassing the eeriness of a Fight Club style chant, “His name was Scott Olsen.” I truly believe the irony of using an honorary support and “get well soon” chant for a non-violent movement that is modeled after a death chant from this particular film is lost on them. This is only partially because “Project Mayhem” was the exact opposite style of protest for a similar cause. But alas political types do seem to miss pop culture context and intention more than just on the often occasion.
You must excuse my Tangentitis, where was I? Ahh yes, the absurdity of those who watch a dramatic, and possibly historical, true life event and lose the spark of empathy because of the way in which it has been funneled from a source through a magic entertainment box, where most get their porn, and into an anonymous face that is most likely eating a Hot Pocket.
The way in which this moment of a Common Wealth’s unrest is being presented is ground breaking. FOX and CBS’s camera crew and reporters are corralled into a strategically placed section where most of the officers are on their best behavior. The police in this televised area are smiling and acting as professional as possible, but one glance from the big screen to my computer shows that there is much more going on than what is supposed to be seen by the average viewer. Inside the row, purposefully just out of view of professional cameras, are unaffiliated citizens streaming videos from their phones to the internet. This is the story that my brother and I were privy to: Police, looking like a mix between Darth Vader and an angry Michelin Man, were strong arming protesters and proudly flaunting bright green bean bag shot guns in front of non-violent anti-social types, like neo-hippies, hooded rascals, students, teachers, and grandmothers.
Still most was calm, until the news channels shut down their live feeds at 2 a.m. This is when things became even more interesting. One live stream journalist’s feed went black. We realized he had been tossed to the floor and arrested. Not much of a surprise really. But other live feeds showed protestors being judo thrown to the ground who seemed to be doing nothing more than raising their hands in surrender. Blair Witch style camera footage showed 99%ers fleeing from police as they swarmed the area and kicked over tents and encampments. Shouts of warnings that water hoses and rubber bullets had been used, no proof or footage of either of these however, and visuals of tightly packed marching riot squads could be seen patrolling the streets of down town Los Angeles as they attempted to flank all the remaining disbanded activists.
The final push on the Occupy L.A. movement was perfectly timed with the NEWS cameras being turned off, but luckily for me I was witness to it all from my front line just behind the space bar. The selected media had been escorted by hand select police squads, and told to leave the area and, I can only assume, stop transmission as they all ended the live feeds at the same time. From my vantage point I could easily see the blatant censorship, the revolt and struggle of a people oppressed, the daring of those who believe in their righteous cause, the beauty of Americans enacting the most important part of The Constitution of the United States. A profound movement where people are sacrificing their freedoms for the belief in their cause, whether you agree with their cause or not, is a beautiful and American thing! I looked to the live feed’s scroll bar of comments to see what others who were technologically blessed to witness the same thought.
“8====D”
Really? The right to stand up to tyranny and protest what you see as corrupt in order to ensure the betterment of the Common Wealth is transpiring in front of your eyes by a unique pioneering technological breakthrough of our generation and the first thing you think of to write is a phallic symbol you learned in your 8th grade typing class? I guess George Washington and Abraham Lincoln are just lucky they didn’t have twitter. In the new age of technology, where the vast world of information is open to all, the theater of revolution and civil disobedience will be at your fingertips, if you don’t mind text penis’ scrolling by from time to time.
WARm bed
Where were you last night?
In a bed?
Safe at home?
Where were you last night?
Pillow against your head?
Dreaming of fields to roam?
Where were you last night?
In a chair?
Reading a book?
Where were you last night?
In a blanket of care?
Stayed up long as it took?
Where were you last night?
I was in a cardboard box,
stuck in a fold.
Where was I last night?
Pressed against lonely rocks,
out in the cold.
The Momentary Kiss
Immortalized in an eternal embrace
While relaying relief for the end of rage.
A sailor,
Proud to be home
And alive.
A nurse
That won’t have to scrub caked blood from her blouse
anymore.
All the smiles are locked and unflinching,
Forever frozen, never changing.
The ghosts of those that died instead of them
Will endlessly haunt them on moon shadowed nights,
But not in this
one
Stolen Moment.
Cradle to the Grave
I was born anew and then I was done.
Coming fresh into this place,
Gasping and squinting to see what was won.
All was new; I was their fresh sun,
Too soon left for school with haste.
I was born anew and then I was done.
As a child all I wanted was fun.
Lining up with others to race,
Gasping and squinting to see what was won.
No longer was I young
When she touched me with grace.
I was born anew and then I was done.
All I wanted was a greater sum,
A fatter wallet and a pretty face.
Gasping and squinting to see what was won.
Now leaving behind what I have become.
Will I be leaving a trace?
I was born anew and then I was done,
Gasping and squinting to see what was won.
The Shoelace
The Shoelace, one of life’s most overlooked gifts of comfort.
It comes in many sizes and many shapes;
this is to fill all sorts of shoe needs and aesthetic personal pleasures.
Some are round, like garden snakes,
others are flat as a freshly cooked fettuccine noodle.
Many colors to match,
or specifically to not match,
for visual stimulation.
Many woven strings wrapped together
in order to ensure the maximum tensile strength.
This allows shoes to be tied tightly to give that snug feel
of a foot
being hugged.
Tips tightly taped,
which make the weaving of the lace
all the more easy.
In one hole,
across the face of the shoe — up and out the other — then cross back to another hole, repeat
until the crossover formation is enough to hold the foot inside its warm capsule.
Without it many shoes would be useless flaps of canvas and rubber.
And many feet,
bottoms sore or tops exposed to the atmospheric weather.
Shoes without laces do exist but will never hug the tip of the bottom appendages
as well as those graced with the lace.
They are the bow tie that allows the sustained gratification of feet to proceed.
But sometimes they break.
So we lace a new shoelace.


