Statement of Autonomy

Statement of Autonomy


Translations

Passed by the General Assembly at Occupy Wall Street. November 10, 2011
and passed revision by the General Assembly at Occupy Wall Street, March 3, 2012

Occupy Wall Street is a people’s movement. It is party-less, leaderless, by the people and for the people. It is not a business, a political party, an advertising campaign or a brand.  It is not for sale.
We welcome all, who, in good faith, petition for a redress of grievances through non-violence.  We provide a forum for peaceful assembly of individuals to engage in participatory democracy.  We welcome dissent.

Any statement or declaration not released through the General Assembly and made public online at www.nycga.net should be considered independent of Occupy Wall Street.

We wish to clarify that Occupy Wall Street is not and never has been affiliated with any established political party, candidate or organization.  Our only affiliation is with the people.
The people who are working together to create this movement are its sole and mutual caretakers.  If you have chosen to devote resources to building this movement, especially your time and labor, then it is yours.

Any organization is welcome to support us with the knowledge that doing so will mean questioning your own institutional frameworks of work and hierarchy and integrating our principles into your modes of action.

SPEAK WITH US, NOT FOR US.

Occupy Wall Street values collective resources, dignity, integrity and autonomy above money.  We have not made endorsements.  All donations are accepted anonymously and are transparently allocated via consensus by the General Assembly or the Operational Spokes Council.

We acknowledge the existence of professional activists who work to make our world a better place.  If you are representing, or being compensated by an independent source while participating in our process, please disclose your affiliation at the outset.  Those seeking to capitalize on this movement or undermine it by appropriating its message or symbols are not a part of Occupy Wall Street.

We stand in solidarity.  We are Occupy Wall Street.

There are some pricks in the world who feel that they have the right to abuse women in the most offensive manners you can imagine.  They feel that they have the right to torture and imprison women just because they have a cock between their legs.  Things like locking them in a garage, telling them they have to have their baby for the country, telling them to stand up against the wall and bend over, then extinguishing their cigarettes on a their body.



This is just the legs, of course, but it should give you an idea of the pain that sick bastards inflict upon women they trap.  Many women don't realize they are in a dangerous situation until it is too late.  Some never make it out alive.  This is a problem that is world wide, including the good ol' USA.  Amnesty International states the following.

"Around the world at least one woman in every three has been beaten, coerced into sex, or otherwise abused in her lifetime. Every year, violence in the home and the community devastates the lives of millions of women. Gender-based violence kills and disables as many women between the ages of 15 and 44 as cancer, and its toll on women's health surpasses that of traffic accidents and malaria combined.¹ Violence against women is rooted in a global culture of discrimination which denies women equal rights with men and which legitimizes the appropriation of women's bodies for individual gratification or political ends."


Here are some statistics.

"Slavery exists in the world today for 27 million held in some form of captivity. 80% of them are women; 50% are underage children and 70% of the females are trafficked for sexual exploitation purposes."
Awareness needs to be raised on these issues.  This kind of activity should not be tolerated in society.   There are times when some good ol' fashioned Texas justice is called for.

Some People are Beyond Help

As much as I hate to admit it, some people are beyond help. Take my ex-fiancee' who recently appeared and said she wanted to move down here with me. She gave me this long story about being on Dilaudid when she slept with the doctor and got pregnant and said that since the baby was stillborn, she wanted to come to me. Of course, her words were slurred because she couldn't stay sober long enough to have a decent conversation, so I told her she needed to get help.

She went into the hospital to dry out... so far so good... then starts drinking again as soon as she gets out. WRONG On top of that, she got in a fight with her roommates and got kicked out of where she was staying.

She was texting me as she was walking through the park trying to find a bench to stay on when it started to rain. In her desperation, she went home with the first person who offered to take her home. She had me look up his name on the Internet because he was a huge black guy and she was a little scared. As it turned out, the man had two felony charges of rape and kidnapping.

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He already had her smoking crack and she made mention of some "working girls" out in the alley. I told her that if she didn't want to be his new "working girl," she'd better stop smoking the crack and get the hell out of there. That seemed to wake her up momentarily. She took my advice and went to her dad's so she could sober up enough to get into rehab. Rehab didn't want to take her, but she had her dad and I plead with the rehab clinic to let her in.

Well, today, she signed herself out, telling the rehab clinic that her dad was coming to get her. I called her dad and asked if he had visited her today. He said that he hadn't been up there yet. I told them that they said that she told them that she was leaving with her dad. He said, "It wasn't me." I just told him I was sorry that happened and hung up. Some people are just beyond help. I'm through with her. Next time she can get someone else to help her.

FlashFiction - Suzy

FlashFiction - Suzy

I was flying my nightly patrol over the United States when I first met Suzy. It was new moon on that starlit night and I was enjoying the feel of the ocean breeze flapping my cape against my legs as I listened for signs of trouble. Suddenly, I heard a scream coming from the light house.

I quickly swooped down when my telescopic vision saw her hanging from the light house railing. I grabbed her in my arms and she clung tightly to my neck. I flew up and over the rail and set her down to safety. She introduced herself.

"Hi, Superman. I'm Suzy. Thanks for saving me. I guess I was a little dizzy."

"No problem, ma'am," I said.

As I was about to fly back off and resume my patrol, she offered me a cigarette. Being mesmerized by the feel of her buxom breasts as I had held her, I thought, "What's the harm? After all, I'm Superman. A little smoke isn't going to harm me."

I gently took the cigarette from her outstretched hand and lit it with my heat vision. The cigarette smelled a little funny, but she told me that it was imported tobacco, so I ignored it. She told me to hold the smoke after I inhaled it then pass it to her. Strange request, it seemed.

I did as Suzy said and found something strange. Even my super lungs couldn't contain smoke. I let it out with a cough that blew her hair back and she giggled. She inhaled the strange smelling cigarette and held it and passed it back to me. Suddenly, she coughed, too.

"Go on. Take another drag, she said, so I did."

A few minutes later, we were both laughing. I was feeling really strange, so I got her phone number and told her I needed to resume my patrol.

"Up, up, and away," I said as I took off into the sky waving at Suzy and she waving at me.

I was really starting to feel funny now. I flew past a large church and ran into the bell tower causing a huge CRASH CLANG CLANG CLANG. I did the best I could to patch it up quickly before anyone got there then decided I should head back home.

Up, up, and away, into the air again, this time deciding to fly very slow so no one would notice. As I arrived back at the Kent farm, I crashed into the corn silo, knocking it to the ground. Hurriedly, I cut down some trees with my heat vision, almost causing a forest fire which I then had to blow out with my super breath. I carved the trees into supports for the silo and righted it again.

It was then that I realized I no longer lived on the Kent Farm, but Metropolis. I started laughing and laughing and laughed so loud that I woke up the neighbors 10 miles away. Boy was my face red.

What the heck kind of imported tobacco was that, anyway?

Copyright © 2011 Cal Jennings

President Obama at the 2011 White House Correspondents' Dinner

I love the humor the president showed in this.

One Day In the Hospital

Fred Phelps, after becoming seriously ill, entered the hospital for some tests. After a few days, the doctor came into his room and addressed him.

"I have some good news and some bad news. Which do you want first?"

"Give me the good news first, doctor."

"Well, the good news is you're dying."

"WHAT? THAT'S the GOOD NEWS? For God's SAKE! What's the BAD news?"

"You're dying of AIDS."

Did Haley Reinhart Give the Judges a "F*ck You?"

What's Really Important

BANG! BAM! WOW! SLASH! There's so much hype being pushed that things have to be glamorous, exciting, or tragic to be worthy of speaking of that we often forget the simple truths that make life so wonderful. We forget to notice the beauty of the trees, the sound of birds chirping, the color and smell of the flowers.

In this high pitched, fast paced world we live in, often the little things are much more satisfying than all the shiny, new products that are constantly pushed in the ads and we forget to be thankful for the things we have around us which cost us nothing. There's the miracle of the birth of a child, the warmth of a new puppy or kitten, squirrels playing in the trees, an occasional butterfly, billowing clouds on a clear day, the knowledge that the rain will bring renewed growth. There's the sound of children laughing, the warm touch of a loved one, the greatfulness for having survived life thus far, and many other wonderful things to appreciate if we just slow down long enough to notice. A little quiet time can be a priceless commodity.

What Was Going On Yesterday

Yesterday, I wasn't around much. There were some interesting events taking place here that kept me away from the computer.

First, I got a call from the detective at the sheriff's office asking me to come look at the video from the HEB where my stolen debit card was used to purchase some drugs. As I suspected, it was Sharon's son. Unfortunately, there wasn't a clear shot of his face, so the video may not be of much use in court. To find out whose name was on the prescription he picked up, it will take a subpoena.

Sharon had borrowed my car yesterday, so she wasn't here to get the good news. She left at 11:30am and was supposed to be back in an hour or so. About 3pm, I tried calling her cell phone, but she didn't answer. I called every couple hours after that and sent her text messages, but to no avail. I called the hospitals and police to see if she had been in an accident, but they couldn't seem to find any record of her. I was starting to think she took off somewhere with my van never to return. Finally, about 11:30pm, she arrived with a flat tire on the front and said that she'd had another flat tire on the rear but had repaired it with Fix-A-Flat. By that time, I was quite angry since I had needed my car to go get another set of guitar strings and a few other things. (Now I wish I had gone ahead and ordered the strings online.)

I was checking on the net today and it seems that the auto salvage yards in the area don't have sites to list the available parts. The salvage yards seem to be just inside Houston, so I'm going to have to get someone to drive me out to get a couple wheels so I will have a good wheel on the front and a wheel for a spare. As far as you have to drive to get anywhere around here, one of those compact spares won't do any good. You have to be careful with which tire you get. The last one I bought, even though it was a 15", was shaped in a manner that it locked against the brake rotor when you tightened the lugs. I guess I'll have to find a tire specifically for a 92 Dodge Grand Caravan.

Today, I am paying for the anger and anxiety. My muscles and back are aching from the tension I experienced. I can barely stand or walk and it's pretty painful even to sit. At least I can say it hasn't been boring, I guess.

Pimped Lady Justice

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• Post anything (i.e. a story, poem, photo or artwork) you have created using the inspiration word below. Do not use other people's words. If you wish to use an image that is not your own, please let us know.

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• Leave your blog open to "everyone" so we can view it.

This week's the word (I hope) will challenge you to new levels:lavish
I can't wait to see what you come up with!

Pimped Lady Justice

They're lavished with profits

They're lavished with praise

They're lavished with tax cuts

We're lavished with malaise

The balance is upset

Lady Justice a whore

Justice to the highest bidder

Not one drop for the poor

The huge Lone Star State

Which once had been great

Once friendly and smiling

Now degenerATE

Lawmakers playing

The corporate fiddle

How they retrieve votes

A mysterious riddle

Joblessness booming

Jobs keep cutting back

Slash benefits and pay

To all those who do lack

Their destructive measures

Are destroying all

Humans and animals

Continue to fall

Who can we turn to

When we're destitute

When old Lady Justice

Is a prostitute?

Copyright � 2011 Cal Jennings

Japan Blows!

According to the Wall Street Journal, two additional nuclear reactors suffered core damage. The explosion did more damage than they informed us.

"Substantial damage to the fuel cores at two additional reactors of Japan's Fukushima Daiichi nuclear complex has taken place, operator Tokyo Electric Power Co. said Sunday, further complicating the already daunting task of bringing them to a safe shutdown while avoiding the release of high levels of radioactivity."

Whoops! Did we say one nuclear meltdown? We meant three.

Of course, the same Japanese company, Tepco, contracted to build two reactors in Texas. President Obama and secretary had pushed nuclear power aggressively to "reduce global warming."

While I agree that global warming needs to be addressed and that the oil and chemical industries do much to contribute to global warming, I think choosing an extremely dangerous and deadly method of providing energy when there are much safer and effective alternatives borders on insanity.

"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." ~ Albert Einstein

If we're going to keep using outrageous amounts of energy and we're going to keep coddling the dangerous industries that cause large numbers of diseases and death, it seems strange that we shouldn't at least support health care... unless the point is to wipe out all life on earth.

Seriously, I don't see any reason why we would contract a company who is already showing design flaws and weaknesses when we already have enough design and construction flaws at the South Texas Project nuclear power plants. Those contracts should be canceled. One thing for sure, when Japan blows, they don't do it halfway.

Copyright � 2011 Cal Jennings

Coke vs. Pepsi

I know many of you are highly curious as to whether Coke or Pepsi is better. We know that Coca-Cola sold big time in Nazi Germany. Still, they do promote musicians, as does Pepsi. So, is Pepsi better?

Well, we have to remember that Pepsi burned off poor Michael Jackson's hair. They also support those evil gays, which practically makes the Communist, so we have to weigh the gay Commies against the German Nazis. It's a hard decision, really. I don't think Coca-Cola burned anyone up yet, unless you count their support of Hitler burning the Jews, but it's possible they just kept it out of the press.

Such an important moral decision can really put one in turmoil. Which do we choose? How do we make such a decision? Well, for me, the easiest way is to either buy the cheapest or buy a no-name brand. I prefer to buy a no-name brand when I can find one that doesn't taste like crap because it doesn't weigh so heavily on my conscience. It also saves an appreciable amount of money over a period of time. One thing for sure, after contemplating such a moral dilemma, finding yourself covered in sweat, you're going to need something cool to drink. If all else fails, drink *water.

*Warning: Water may be hazardous to your health. It may contain BPA, heavy metals, insecticides, radioactive isotopes, and other toxins. Avoid swimming in water after meals or you may get cramps and may swallow some of the water. Drinking too much water may cause water intoxication leading to electrolyte imbalance and tissue swelling can cause an irregular heartbeat, allow fluid to enter the lungs, and may cause fluttering eyelids. May lead to swelling and pressure on the brain and nerves, which can cause behaviors resembling alcohol intoxication, swelling of brain tissues, seizures, coma or death. If you are pregnant or nursing, consult a doctor before drinking water.

Copyright � 2011 Cal Jennings

The Republican Prayer

The Republican Prayer

Our Corporation
Who art listed on Wall Street
Hallowed be thy riches
Slavery come
Thy will be done
To the public as it is in your office
Give us this day
Our daily stock quote
And forgive us our losses
As we punish those whose losses affect us
Lead us not into taxation
But deliver us from responsibility
For thine is the weath and the power
And the glory forever
Amen

Copyright � 2011 Cal Jennings

This 'n' That

WHEW, it is hot outside. Sharon and I just finished digging a couple more rows in the garden. I was examining the bugs we found in the soil. The pill bugs and lady bugs aren't bad, but there are some ants I'd like to get rid of. I'll have to see what's safe to use in a garden.

The kittens were in my garden tub when I woke up. They had been up on the sides killing flies that evidently got in the door and decided my master bath would be a good place to hang out. They slipped into the tub and were having trouble getting out. I filmed them for awhile to see what they would do and they spent more time playing with each other than trying to get out, though they tried a few times. After awhile, they decided they weren't going to stay in there anymore and jumped up out of the tub. Maybe they knew they could get out all along and just liked the feeling of sliding down the edge of the tub. Video coming soon.

Sharon cut up some summer sausage and cheddar cheese to put on some Ritz crackers for lunch. That hit the spot. We're going to eat some watermelon this evening. If my health continues to improve, I might just buy a tent and some poles and go on a camping/fishing trip. Surely there's a fresh water lake where the fish aren't TOO toxic to eat.

My aunt called me for Ron Paul's address so she could mail him a letter about my cousin. He's been disabled for years and they continue to refuse him Social Security Disability. She recently saved my cousin from being foreclosed on by the skin of her teeth, then the homeowner's association tried to foreclose on him because he was a month late on his dues. Homeowner's Associations are about as useful as a screen door on a submarine. I'm not sure how much good Ron Paul will do her considering his stance on the "nanny state."

Before my surgery, I probably could have knocked out the whole garden in one day. Today, I feel like I made a huge leap digging two rows instead of just one. I don't know how many days my back will be down from gardening this time, but we shall see. At least I have pain pills for now if it's bad.

Working with Sharon in the garden seems to be having an effect on me. We seem to be relating better. I don't know. Maybe it's just Spring that's doing it. Of course, she still has that charge to deal with, so that could be a painful scenario. Even if she had a change of heart, they could put her away for awhile where she'd be She seems to understand that the choices she made were bad and seems to be trying to improve, but I guess I have my doubts. Trust isn't easy to come by these days. That being said, I could make worse choices, I guess. She has taken pretty good care of me all this time I've been down other than letting her son get by with stealing my meds and she's put up with my mother's rantings of her going to hell if she doesn't straighten up. After living here this long a period of time, at least we know each other's idiosyncrasies, I guess. She may be a little bit redneck, but she's not homophobic and she's not prejudiced. Should I go against my better judgment and give her a chance? Everything will probably change anyway when she moves out. One thing I do know is that celibacy sucks.

We went looking for some more boxes so she can move her stuff out of U-Haul storage. Boxes seem to be a rare commodity these days, though. We were able to snag some small boxes from the corner store, but so far, that was it. I guess we'll have to go into Tomball tomorrow and see if we can find boxes somewhere else.

My mom is out there trying to make a gate for the garden. I tried to tell her how she should make it, but I may as well be arguing with a brick wall. Sharon is out there helping her and she just nodded at me to quit arguing with her. My mom wants to do it and there's no convincing her otherwise without getting her so irate that she has another stroke, so I'll just go video her making it.

Love, Hope, Peace, & Christ Is With Us All,

Cal-el

This 'n' That

I spent a lovely day at the Texas DPS office (for the second time) trying to get my license replaced. After hours of listening to the mixed up numbers that they give you (since they don't want anyone to leave during their 3 hour wait), they finally called my name 15 minutes before they closed, took my money, and took my picture. Now I can legally drive again.

I stopped by the corner store on the way home to get some boxes so Sharon can move. She found a house to rent off of FM 1488. She's getting the address now so we can look up the utility companies for her to have her utilities turned on. She should be moving in a couple days.

Mom has forgotten some things since the stroke and she blows litte things out of proportion. I guess that's to be expected after someone has a stroke, but it can be annoying. She's also become controlling, acting like I'm a kid or something. I wanted the keys to go take a couple puffs off of my cigar. She kept telling me no and wouldn't give them to me. Them calling numbers out of order had her griping the whole time. By the time I finally got out of the DPS station, I was about ready to strangle her.

While we were in Conroe, I decided to get a set of strings for each of my guitars. I'm going to see how the Martin extra lights do on the acoustic electric. I seem to have lost some of the strength in my fingers, so these may help if they still give a decent sound.

The kittens are getting bigger and they're a bundle of energy now. When they're not fighting with each other, they're exploring the furniture and seeing how hight they can climb up the bookcases and entertainment center. Every time they jump up on the desk, I take them off, though. Last night one of the kittens jumped on my keyboard and wiped out a whole blog. It made me want to explore ALL the ways to skin a cat! haha

I don't know if I'm going to be able to keep the Space Eagle Productions site up. With all the extra expenses I've had and the rising price of food and utilities, I may have to let it go, as much as I hate to. If so, at least I still have this Multiply site. I just can't set up pages here for different individuals.

I still need to take my new computer in to see if they can do anything with it. I'll have to wait at least until next month because I'm still trying to recover from my wallet being stolen. At least it looks like we'll be able to afford the utilities this month. The light bill is more in line with what's normal than it has been the past several months. I think they were severely screwing us over.

Not much else for now. I'm busy offline, though, so I probably won't be online as much the next few days. I still need to finish digging up the grass to extend the garden. It's been so hot lately, though, that I think it would be dangerous for me with my pacemaker not working properly. I never thought I'd have these problems at 55. I figured they'd hit me in my late 60s or early 70s. Ah well. My grandmother always said the smart ones die early. I guess playing dumb didn't help me much physically.

Love, Hope, Peace, & Christ Is With Us All,

Cal-el

"Asian Girl Plays Three Instruments At Once"

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Texas Chili Recipe from tomlet on eBaum's WORLD

The chili recipe has three "drops" where you'll add more ingredients as it's cooking. If you add them all at once or at the wrong times, it'll make the chili bitter or too acidy. For last night, I doubled this recipe.

Brown 2 lbs. of lean ground beef, drain, and add to pot. Add one 14.5 ounce can of beef broth and one 8 ounce can of salt free tomato sauce.

Add 1 habenero pepper to the pot and bring to a boil. It doesn't have to be a large pepper, habenero is insanely hot. After it's cut or cooked, make sure not to handle the pepper with your fingers. It'll burn your fingers or the oils will stick to you and you'll hurt yourself when you touch your face. Pepper spray has nothing on habenero oil.

When pot comes to a boil, add drop one.

Drop One:

1 Tablespoon of onion powder
2 Teaspoons of garlic powder
1 Tablespoon of Chili Powder

Cover the pot and reduce heat to simmer for 1 hour.

Remove the pepper and crush the juice into the pot. I put the pepper in a strainer and crush it with a spoon. Try not to get the flesh of the pepper or the seeds in the pot. But if you get a little in, don't worry about it.

Drop Two:

2-1/2 Tablespoons light (or California) chili powder
2 Teaspoons cumin
1/4 Teaspoon black pepper
1/4 Teaspoon white pepper
1/4 Teaspoon cayenne pepper
1/2 cube beef boullion
1/2 cube chicken boullion
1/2 Teaspoon brown sugar
1 pk Sazon Goya If you like your chili hotter, adjust the cayenne pepper. A little goes a long way.

I don't use bullion cubes, I use the "Better Than Boullion" paste.

The cubes work fine though. Continue simmering with lid on for 30 minutes. After the 30 minutes add the last drop.

Drop 3:

2 Teaspoons Mexene Chili Powder
1 Teaspon cumin
Salt to taste

Mexene chili powder is kind of hard to find here in Nevada. It's much darker and hotter than regular chili powder.

It goes in last because it gets bitter if cooked too long. Cover and continue to simmer for at least 15 minutes and no longer than 30 minutes. It's ready to serve right away, but I like to thicken it up with cornstarch to make it a little less soupy. Mix a tablespoon or two of cornstarch with cool water and stir until it's smooth. Add the mixture to the chili and simmer while stirring for a few minutes.

A Scripture for Easter Sunday

Ephesians 1:18-23 (New International Version, �2011)

I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people, and his incomparably great power for us who believe. That power is the same as the mighty strength he exerted when he raised Christ from the dead and seated him at his right hand in the heavenly realms, far above all rule and authority, power and dominion, and every name that is invoked, not only in the present age but also in the one to come. And God placed all things under his feet and appointed him to be head over everything for the church, which is his body, the fullness of him who fills everything in every way.

Betrayal - Poem

Since I have friends experiencing what I've experienced on more than one occasion, I thought I would write a poem to express my feelings in these matters.

Betrayal

She dances a new dance
And I don't know why
She follows a new tune
And that makes me cry
Sometimes I feel like
I just want to die
Things would be simpler that way

Memories of good times
And laughter and cheer
Tackling problems
Without any fear
Suddenly vanish
And won't reappear
I just can't be happy today

I knew it would happen
It's happened before
Love shows sweet promise
Then closes the door
I don't think I will even
Try anymore
Love makes a bitter sorbet

Betrayal is certain
So it seems to be
It's happened throughout
All of history
Cite Jesus, cite Ceasar
Cite Philoctetes
It always happens that way

All I can do now
Is trudge slowly on
From life I will remain
Aptly withdrawn
As I slowly heal from
What love always spawns
And hope things get better someday


Copyright � 2011 Cal Jennings