And that holiday of Labor seems to have come to pass this week. And with that passing of Labor Day comes and end to those vacations and back to school and back to work arrives according to that Gregorian calendar on the wall. And I know it must be back to school time because all of those stores are selling back to school school supplies. And so I find myself blogging about back to school cheap eyeglasses on this day for some reason or a blogging another. And if I must blogger say, there seems to be an awful lot of students wearing eyeglasses to school these days for some reason and I keep trying to figure out why. And so what else is there that I can say about cheap eyeglasses that has not already been said in cheap eyeglasses time. Well, if you happen to be looking for prescription glasses for kids, Zenni Optical has them. You can find end of the summer eyeglasses, prescription glasses with anti scratch coating, UV protection in many different shapes, rims, materials, sizes and more at their website. You can find fashionable and stylish glasses at their website at great low prices without the middleman costs at their website. And now with the invention of online just about everything under the sun, finding those eyeglasses can be just a website visit away.

And so here lies another one of those fill in the blank with another one of those recycle this blog posts in an attempt to maintain content for this blog and my other blagh whenever bloggers block possible. And before I post that recycle this blog post, there’s another Facebook event going on tomorrow along with that Commemorate 9/11/01 event that’s going on tomorrow also in that city of New York where I plan to show up and beg to get on stage in between acts to sing my No Police State song.  And that Life After Debt: A Gathering of Refusal Facebook event invite reads something like as follows:

Life After Debt: A Gathering of Refusal.  Sunday, September, 9th, 4:00pm until 6:00pm

Join us for Strike Debt’s inaugural action.

Come with your bills, debt notices, city budgets, and other symbols of debt to burn.

Debt is a way of life; it is the bedrock of a rotten system. From birth, we’re told that in order to achieve success, we have to get into debt. This happens to individuals, towns, cities and countries alike. It affects us all, whether we actually have debt or not. Some of us take out huge mortgages and student loans under the assumption that doing so will allow us to achieve the elusive dream of success. We buy things we can’t afford and work jobs we don’t want, striving towards promises of success that seem to be getting emptier by the day. Despite our best efforts, we struggle to find meaningful work, secure housing, and accessible healthcare. We’ve been buying into the system, but getting very little in return. Meanwhile, banks and credit card companies get rich off our debts and the debts of our communities. Our labor props up a system based on illusory rewards, and we find that we have less and less time for our lives and each other.

It’s time to turn our backs on this system of debt and create something new in its place. In a gesture echoing the draft card burnings of the 1960’s, we will be burning symbols of debt to express our refusal to be conscripted into a life of exploitative work and empty consumerism.

Being in debt can make us feel alone, trapped and inadequate, hopeless in the face of endless bills and service cuts. But debt can also bring us together. We believe we can be free if we invest in one another, rather than in a system that seeks only to take from us. Burning our debts is a celebration of that possibility.

Join us on Sunday, September 9th, at 4pm in East River State Park as we burn our debts and share our stories and hopes for the future. Together, we can step out of the shadows and light the way towards something better. Let’s imagine life after debt.

Wear your Sunday best. Refreshments will be served.

About Strike Debt:
Strike Debt is a network of debt resistors, debtors and non-debtors alike, who are sparking conversations about how debt affects us all and what we can do about it. Through research, direct action, and mutual support, we are exploring ways that we can break the chains of debt and create new bonds of solidarity.

East River State Park
90 Kent Ave 
Brooklyn, New York

And so back to that recycle this blog post….

Hey Bloggers, is today Martin Luther King Day? That annual holiday of the year that honors the former peacemaker, marcher, minister, activist, civil rights leader of the past. I have been seeing emails today titled “The I Have A Nightmare Speech”, and “In honor of Dr. King on his 79th birthday Jan 15th”. Oh, so maybe January 15th is his birthday, and that was yesterday wasn’t it? Let me look at that Gregorian calendar again and see what it says….. Well this calendar that I am looking at says January 21 is Martin Luther King Day, so either this day is here or it is near. And when I think of Martin Luther King, I think of that German guy, Martin Luther, the guy who started the Protestant church, and those other great peaceful leaders from the 60’s, John F. Kennedy, Rosa Parks and even Gandhi, the guy who gave up his worldly belongings to wander the earth and preach peace. And what the heck is that “I have A Nightmare Speech” email all about that I received in my inbox today. That email title looks interesting enough that I want to read it now to see what it says…. And I just read it, and that email is a very long anonymously written passage that I am not exactly sure what to make of that reads:

The “I Have a Nightmare Speech”

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as an insignificant demonstration for complacency in the history of our nation.

Five score hours ago, a White middle class American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the credit card bill for his Starbucks Latte. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of mainly “so and so” middle class ego trippers who had been seared in the flames of withering insignificance. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their obscurity.
But one hundred hours later, the mainly “so and so” middle class loiterer still is not in control of the world. One hundred hours later, the life of the mainly “so and so etc;” middle class American is still sadly crippled by the manacles of insignificance and the chains of absurdity. One hundred years hours later, the mainly middle class American lives on a lonely island of barely moderate prosperity in the midst of a vast ocean of material poverty. One hundred hours later, the mainly middle class American is still languishing in the center of American society and finds himself an non-entity in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to ask for a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every mainly middle class American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all mainly White middle class men, (but, of course, not black men or Latino men or poor White men and certainly not most women), would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her mainly middle class citizens are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the mainly middle class American people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to demand this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice taken from the labor and resources of those who are not fortunate enough to be “So and so” and/or middle class and We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of injustice against the mainly “so and so” middle class to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s “So and so” and middle class children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the mainly middle class legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Two Thousand and Eight is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the mainly middle class needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the mainly middle class is granted the citizenship rights of everyone in the world. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice for mainly middle class people emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by throwing drink from the cup of bitterness and hatred in the face of other people.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the mainly middle class community must not lead us to a distrust of all non – “so and so” people, for many of our non “So and so” brothers and sisters, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up to be beneath our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone but must have all others beneath us and carrying our luggage and a beer or two in case we get thirsty.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead of all other people. We cannot turn back and even look at those less fortunate than us. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the mainly “so and so” middle class is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of not enough police brutality against those who challenge our privileges and superiority. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain free lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the mainly middle class’s basic mobility is from a smaller job or career to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “Not For “So and so” Middle Class Only”. We cannot be satisfied as long as a middle class person in Mississippi cannot win all the votes and a middle class in New York believes he actually has to vote in order to win an election. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream inot our pockets every time we want something.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for free money left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of the lack of police brutality to help you get richer. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned money is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and but never will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair – they are not going to ever overthrow us.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a nightmare. It is a nightmare deeply rooted in the American horrors.

I have a nightmare that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all middle class men are created equal.”

I have a nightmare that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slave owners and the sons of former business owners will be able to sit down together at the table of the exploitation of brotherhood.

I have a nightmare that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice and a nice place to rip people off.

I have a dream that my four little middle class children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their bank accounts.

I have a nightmare today.

I have a nightmare that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with poor working class little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers all helping the mainly middle class become more prosperous.

I have a nightmare today.

I have a nightmare that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Money shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the North with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of subordinated brotherhood. With this faith they will be able to work together to make us richer, to pray together to make us happier, to struggle together to serve us better, to go to jail together if they disobey us, to stand up for free money for us together, knowing that they will be never be free but will serve us forever..

This will be the day when all of God’s middle class children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty for me, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers stole, land of the pilgrim’s theft, from every mountainside, let free money ring.”

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let free money ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let free money ring from the mighty restaurants of New York. Let free money ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let class domination and privilege ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let class domination and privilege ring from the curvaceous slopes of California! (Or at least from Santa Monica and the Westside and especially from the Peace Center)

But not only that; let class domination and privilege ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let class domination and privilege ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let class domination and privilege ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let free money for US ring.

And when this happens, when we allow class domination and privilege to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s White middle class children (and a very small number of token Black men and Latino men Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics – but no Muslims or Hindus), will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old middle class spiritual, “Free money at last! free money at last! thank God Damn Almighty, we are have free money at last!”

And here is that other email “In honor of Dr. King on his 79th birthday Jan 15th”, taken from a speech given by Dr. King .

The Need To Be “Maladjusted”

Modern psychology has a word that is probably used more than any other word. It is the word “maladjusted. ” Now we all should seek to live a well—adjusted life in order to avoid neurotic and schizophrenic personalities. But there are some things within our social order to which I am proud to be maladjusted and to which I call upon you to be maladjusted. I never intend to adjust myself to segregation and discrimination. I never intend to adjust myself to mob rule. I never intend to adjust myself to the tragic effects of the methods of physical violence and to tragic militarism. I call upon you to be maladjusted to such things. I call upon you to be as maladjusted to such things. I call upon you to be as maladjusted as Amos who in the midst of the injustices of his day cried out in words that echo across the generation, “Let judgment run down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.” As maladjusted as Abraham Lincoln who had the vision to see that this nation could not exist half slave and half free. As maladjusted as Jefferson, who in the midst of an age amazingly adjusted to slavery could cry out, “All men are created equal and are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights and that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” As maladjusted as Jesus of Nazareth who dreamed a dream of the fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man. God grant that we will be so maladjusted that we will be able to go out and change our world and our civilization. And then we will be able to move from the bleak and desolate midnight of man’s inhumanity to man to the bright and glittering daybreak of freedom and justice.

And after reading these passages from above in observance of Martin Luther King Day, I think of that social tees t-shirt that I have seen with the words black, white, red, yellow and brown crossed out and replaced with the work human. And I think to post that coexist photo again on this day. That humanity can coexist together in a peaceful world. No one is free while other are oppressed. Is another world possible. Peace on earth and goodwill to all mankind. And what does this have to do with a No Police State?

And in between reading those headline news of the day and visiting those socialmedianetworkaholic websites of the day, I somehow find myself blogging about Geek Shirts, ProFlowers coupon codes and Newegg coupons for some reason or another. And so what else is there that I can say about Geek Shirts, ProFlowers coupon codes and Newegg coupons that has not already been said in shirts and coupon codes time. Well, if you happen to be looking for some cool geeky toys, gadgets, shirts and coupon codes, you can find them at GeekAlerts. They are a website where you can find all things geeky, well most all things geeky. And by the blogger way, doesn’t that word geek have something to do with those computer users of long lore ago? And so GeekAlerts has some really cool books, toys and gadgets such as that Zombie Store Giveaway if you happen to be on one of those zombie alerts. And those Bowling Salt & Pepper Shakers, well they just seem as if they want to go bowling with that bowling ball and bowling pin. And you can also find online coupons, discount coupons and promo codes for stores such as Best Buy, Home Depot, Staples, Vistaprint, Disney, Old Navy and more. You can also read some really interesting GeekAlerts at their website as well.

Now this is a new one to me going my way in one of those New York City subways. Since when does an NYC MTA NYPD person get all dressed up in full regalia to impersonate a hasidic jew, complete with long sideburns, yarmika, scarf, black pants and white shirt to arrest people, or give them tickets or something, at the fare gate attempting to go their way in those nyc subways. And in other blah blogger topics of those mean streets of New York City, I came across this following article in The L Magazine to be found on those street corner boxes in that city of New York, that writes about those Brooklyn hipsters so much that I wonder if it should be called The Brooklyn Hipster Magazine instead. And this NYC’s Hit-and Run Loophole was such a compelling article that I thought to repost it on this blog in hopes that one day that city of New York could change it’s laws to where pedestrians and cyclists are not treated like disposable roadkill every time there is an accident where drivers are basically told to keep going, sent home and barely even given a parking ticket as if the streets are built for cars and not people. And that article reads something like as follows:

 NYC’s Hit-and-Run Loophole

On May 24, Roxana Sorina Buta was walking to the train from her job in the West Village, crossing east on Broadway, on the south side of 14th Street, with the light, when the dump truck turned the corner, ran her over, and killed her. The truck never slowed down, witnesses reported, even though people at the scene chased it for blocks, yelling and waving. The driver later claimed he didn’t see Roxi, or the numerous people trying to get his attention. And, because of NYC’s hit-and-run loophole, the driver of the truck—a city employee—has never been arrested, and probably never will be.
New York State law says that drivers who leave the scene of an accident may be charged with a felony. But in NYC, if the driver claims not to have seen the victim, and without explicit contradictory eyewitness testimony to compel an understaffed Accident Investigations Unit, they almost always get off with a misdemeanor—or no charge at all. Even if they kill someone. Like Roxi.
I never got the chance to know Roxi well. We met working at Bar 6. I was struck, and a little intimidated, by how beautiful she was—how she stared at me, big brown eyes unblinking, cigarette perched between her delicate fingers, as she tried to dump her brunch shifts on me. She could present herself so seriously, then burst into a fit of giggles that revealed how young she really was. I used to tease her, singing, “The name on everybody’s lips is gonna be…,” to which we’d both laugh out, “Roxi!!” She was studying to be an actress. She might have made it too, if she’d lived past 21.
In the confusing weeks following Roxi’s death, the NYPD said it did not have footage of the accident, even though it happened in Union Square, where cameras are ubiquitous. We also heard that the truck belonged to a private sanitation company, and was not city property, which would prove untrue. When footage did turn up, we were certain they would arrest the person who’d killed her. None of us believed Roxi’s name would join the list of recent hit-and-run victims denied justice, from Michelle Matson, who barely survived being struck by a speeding car in Greenpoint, to Mathieu Lefevre, who died after being dragged by a truck in Williamsburg, an accident scene of which the police initially denied having photos. None of us knew that, as Gothamist has reported, of the 241 pedestrians or cyclists killed in car accidents in NYC in 2011, only 17 of the drivers responsible faced criminal charges.
That’s why Roxi’s friends and family have started a petition at Change.org, calling for the city to amend its laws so that all hit-and-run drivers that kill someone are charged with manslaughter. One of the memorial posters for Roxi said that if a driver is able to hit someone head-on and not notice, “then driving one of these trucks is no different than shooting a loaded gun with your eyes closed.” Help us tell Bloomberg, and the NYPD, and the city’s DAs, that our eyes are open. And they’re looking for justice.

Sign the petition here.

And somehow I came across this flyer with Anthem of the 1% on it from one of those Occupy Wall Street events or something that The Raging Grannies they were raging and singing at. And it’s a tune that was written by The Raging Grannies. And those Grannies that rage seem to rage all things political and beyond. And this tune is so Anthem of the 1% interesting that I thought to repost it. And it reads:

Anthem of the 1%

(tune: Zip-A-Dee Doo Dah) words by Nora Freeman, Pam Drake and Sunny Armer, NYC-Metro Gaggle, 12/11/11

Zip-a-dee doo dah we’re the one percent. 
What a shame that you can’t pay your rent. 
You’re on the street now, who the hell cares,
It ain’t no secret, we don’t like to share!

Zip-a-dee doo dah you’ve got no rights.
We’ll stop and frisk you, you better not fight.
Empty your pockets, and show us the weed, 
Didn’t you know, we’ve got prisons to feed! 

Zip-a-dee doo dah war is so great, 
We love living in a fascist state! 
Get in the army before it’s to late, (March)
We’ll fill the world with violence and hate!  
          (Bridge)  
     One-percenters want to tell you:
          It’s the truth, It’s natural, 
          Everything is satisfactual!

Zip-a-dee doo dah, yum pepper spray. 
It’s just a condiment as Fox News would say.
Better not protest, or you’ll find out why,
We love to spray it right into your eyes!

Zip-a-dee doo dah, greedy are we
Mean and small-minded we like to be
Helping the needy is so yesterday
We don’t give a crap, just go a – way!

Occupy Wall Street Worldwide.
 

And if I must blogger say on this blaghing day, yesterday was one of those kind of a go to jail in an Access-A-Ride kind of days. And it is not so often, every so often that I find myself blah blogging about Disabled In Action being taken to jail to the NYPD house of polizei photo that finds itself posted above. Yet this is one of those Disabled In Action goes to jail posts about one of those Access-A-Rides that actually brought them to that Occupy Gracie Mansion event to be found in the city of New York at the Mayors house, well one of the Mayors houses I think,  as part of that 2012 NYC Mayor’s Awards in honor of the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) in the first place. And is this another one of those takeoffs of the New York Department of Polizei commandeers whole city buses to take Occupy Wall Street to jail routines again? And on this day finds itself as Occupy Wall Street Day 328 . And Occupy Wall Street is still moving fast. And what’s that other photo all about that finds itself posted above also of that yellow star of David? Well that has something to do with psychiatric survivors being the first group killed during Nazi Germany genocide gentrification. No one is free when others are oppressed. Is another world possible? And Psychiatry Kills. Abolish forced psychiatric treatment. And for all things alternative to psych cia treatment and the mental death system, Mindfreedom is a good website to visit. And what if anything, does this have to do with a No Police State. Occupy Wall Street Worldwide.