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Yes, there was racism, but there was also classism. You’re a high-powered corporate attorney. You’ve spent most of your life reviewing contracts, brokering deals, talking on the phone. That’s what you’re good at, that’s what made you rich and what allowed you to hire a plumber to fix your toilet, which allowed you to keep talking on the phone. The more work you do, the more money you make, the more peons you hire to free you up to make more money. That’s the way the world works. But one day it doesn’t. No one needs a contract reviewed or a deal brokered. What it does need is toilets fixed. And suddenly that peon is your teacher, maybe even your boss. For some, this was scarier than the living dead.

Once, on a fact-finding tour through LA, I sat in the back of a reeducation lecture. The trainees had all held lofty positions in the entertainment industry, a mélange of agents, managers, “creative executives,” whatever the hell that means. I can understand their resistance, their arrogance. Before the war, entertainment had been the most valued export of the United States. Now they were being trained as custodians for a munitions plant in Bakersfield, California. One woman, a casting director, exploded. How dare they degrade her like this! She had an MFA in Conceptual Theater, she had cast the top three grossing sitcoms in the last five seasons and she made more in a week than her instructor could dream of in several lifetimes! She kept addressing that instructor by her first name. “Magda,” she kept saying, “Magda, enough already. Magda, please.” At first I thought this woman was just being rude, degrading the instructor by refusing to use her title. I found out later that Mrs. Magda Antonova used to be this woman’s cleaning lady. Yes, it was very hard for some, but a lot of them later admitted that they got more emotional satisfaction from their new jobs than anything closely resembling their old ones.

I met one gentleman on a coastal ferry from Portland to Seattle. He had worked in the licensing department for an advertising agency, specifically in charge of procuring the rights to classic rock songs for television commercials. Now he was a chimney sweep. Given that most homes in Seattle had lost their central heat and the winters were now longer and colder, he was seldom idle. “I help keep my neighbors warm,” he said proudly.

Lieliska dokumentālā filma par kādu, manuprāt, ļoti veiksmīgu sociālo eksperimentu. Iedomājies Sašu Baronu Koenu, tikai daudz nopietnāk un ar pievienotu garīgo vērtību. Aplausi, Vikram



Sri Kumaré is an enlightened guru from the East who has come to America to spread his teachings. After three months in Phoenix, Kumaré has found a group of devoted students who embrace him as a true spiritual teacher. But beneath his long beard, deep penetrating eyes, and his endless smile, Kumaré has a secret he is about to unveil to his disciples: he is not real. Kumaré is really Vikram Gandhi, an American filmmaker from New Jersey who wanted to see if he could transform himself into a guru and build a following of real people.

via harryvagrant

Liturģisks post(black)metāls no ASV ar tādiem kā screamo un shoegaze un simfoniskiem elementiem. Pietiekami oriģināls un ekstātisks, lai piedotu viņu nejēdzīgo izskatu. Pēc jaunākajām vēstīm grupa esot atbrīvojusies no , My Love daļas savā nosaukumā

However Boldly Their Warm Blood Split

(neinteresē, tinam tālāk ;)

Sāku skatīties Hatfields & McCoys (2012), Kanādas un Kevina Kostnera take on vēsturisku divu ģimeņu konfliktu XIX. gadsimta ASV dienvidos, kuram ļoti līdzīgu aprakstīja Marks Tvens Haklberijā Finā. Trīs normālas filmas garuma sērijas, izskatās episki. Treileris

USA-229, zināms arī kā NRO L-34, ir ASV militāro pavadoņu pāris. Tie tika palaisti Nacionālā izmeklēšanas biroja vajadzībām 2011. gada 15. aprīlī 23:38 UTC ar nesējraķeti Atlas V 411 no Vandenberga Gaisa spēku bāzes. Derīgās kravas koda nosaukums bija Odin, bet raķetes — Frigga.



Lai gan kosmiskā aparāta parametri un misijas detaļas oficiāli netiek izpaustas, amatieri novērotāji pamanījuši, ka Atlas V palaidis divus pavadoņus, no kuriem viens oficiāli ir kataloģizēts kā kosmiskais atkritums :)

Interesanti, ka vienīgā valoda bez angļu, kurā raksts tulkots vikipēdijā, ir latvāņu

President BARACK OBAMA was invited to address a major gathering of the American Indian Nation two weeks ago in upstate New York. He spoke for almost an hour about his plans for increasing every Native American’s present standard of living. He referred to his time as a U.S. Senator and how he had voted for every Native American issue that came to the floor of the Senate. Although President Obama was vague about the details of his plans, he seemed most enthusiastic and spoke eloquently about his ideas for helping his “red sisters and brothers.” At the conclusion of his speech, the Tribes presented Obama with a plaque inscribed with his new Indian name, “Walking Eagle.” The proud President Obama accepted the plaque and then departed in his motorcade to a fundraiser, waving to the crowds.

A news reporter later asked the group of chiefs how they came to select the new name they had given to the President. They explained that “Walking Eagle” is the name given to a bird so full of shit it can no longer fly.

:: Aboriginal and Tribal Nation News