Story Archives 2003

by Staff Writer

by Joe B.

A few months ago I began a project of self interest.

After learning some dancing out of City College, learning beginning Yoga.

But after going to a few club/bars with a friend or two, diligently, bravely asking both young and mature women to dance with many saying gently, politely "no thanks."

I thought of giving online date – chat line.

For a long time most of the online dating sites asked for photo’s but reliving what happened past and present putting myself through emotional turmoil each time rejection is voiced was less debilitating though still felt as bad I didn’t need to go through that torture again.

There are lots of dating and chat room sites I plugged into but with every new site I made up new user names, passwords, and it you have tow email addresses its just makes it more jolly.

So, with two email addresses, user and password names it became really complex.

I still don’t know how many online dating sites I placed myself on but I’ll have to find and delete or keep on a few.

Finally with help I’m able download an image of myself which I’m constantly told is the best way to get more responses than text only.

For me text is fine it enabled me to communicate better before the obligatory photo.

I think of the frog prince fable myself feeling like a frog many a lovely princess see’s beyond my physical appearance are good times, conversations, movies, and life affirming activities.

It surprises me that women and other people wrote me when at different sites.

Women are refreshingly fair minded even without images of myself some show me theirs which made it seem unfair that I should see them so I voluntarily stopped looking until I have an image.

It happened near or on my birthday and I’m still self conscious about it hoping not to be rejected again out of hand and for the women I did dance and those I received email from.
THANKS FROM TOP AND BOTTOM OF MY HEART.

Before I leave this goes to some of those gracious women (they know who they are mentioned or not).

Precious, Asian ###, Rosebrit, Heidland, Joanne, Ellia, & Amazonlady.

Now to find those other sites, place a photo and hope they reply if not that's life.

Have I mention how I’d like to die?

Not being morbid it would be after a sweaty bed session, talk to wife or girlfriend in my own home, eat a light healthy meal, walk around the neighborhood three or four times, go back home change into bed clothes, go to sleep and wake up in the pearly gates unless my cryonics plan kicks in.

I’d reawaken in a few decades by a beautiful nurse or doctor who’s also a sex therapist practitioner.

Let’s say the return to life will be as life affirming as my death was.

One of many early physical tests after revival beside functioning mentally, socially, psychologically, is as important for late or newly revived people chose to marry or simply lend their swimming essence to others needing seed when their own are deficient or dead.

You can tell I do have a long range plan B and other letters besides.

Must leave, make my plans… Bye.

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by Joe B.

Ok, I another foul up on Greek God’s. Before God’s when Titan’s roam new, pristine earth.

Uranus (his father has been raping his wife (Cronos’s) Mother Oceana, Mother Earth.

She complains to her son about Uranus continuous ravaging of her making, she loves her children created from her but Uranus is rapidly killing her, she has no rest from his eternal procreating lust.

Guess there is no alternative for the kid than castrating his father throwing his phallus into the sea.

Later Chrono’s swallows all his children soon as their born except for Zeus who later beats the Titan’s trapping them below earth.

Whew, must read up on them an other mythical figures and relearn lessons taught by these flawed God’s from ages long gone but remembered.

Sunday was a combo birthday party and benefit for POOR Magazine.

It was held inside the Woman’s Building at 18 and Valencia Street in San Francisco, $3 at the door.

The main question & answer man was by Mr. Ian Mackaye (pronounced Ky, think of eye with a K).

He is a song writer, guitarist, singer in the band named Fugazi and co-owner of Dischord Records and also
(long time main driver) of the group in their early days when going to and from gigs.

He was on vacation visiting relatives when other people and he decide to give a benefit Q&A session with much of the proceeds going to POOR Magazine.

Me, with my clean brain, good ears, was thing lots of screaming guys, women in skimpy, giggling outfits…
(So I’m wrong about yelling guys but young girls in skimpy outfits true enough for some of ‘em.")

For the first time in years I’m a guest to watch proceedings like every one while Ms. Ashley, and Dharma two of POOR Magazines shining spoken word poets explained about POOR and were able to enjoy the goings on at the same time.

After a time Dee and Tiny show up for a few micro seconds then depart.

I finally was having enough fun listing to Mr. Ian talk that I better relieve one of the women or some angry Goddess will be pissed off and I never wish to anger any Goddess its not a healthy thing for males to do.

There was a point after Mr. Mackaye recounted inside happenings of being the road, stupid things happening, and personal revelations other people began answering questions so short and simple, others so complex the original questions had gotten lost but Mr. Mackaye always got it back on track to essential basics – improvement of the human condition.

Mr. Mackaye said "he wanted to still do not write about what’s past.

"All I said, raising my hand is "You write songs?"
"Yes."

"Play guitar and sing?"
"Yes."

"When you write your book… and you will, it’s a verb-something you do, it’s a solitary verb but your doing something.

"I don’t know if I sounded that eloquent probably not but I didn’t want him feeling he was ending something because he was writing of his life and times.

But its more him and people will read even if he thinks they won’t.

People are mostly curious and they’ll read what he’s written.

After closing up, we shake hands both saying thanks before Ashley and I drove the precious money to its intended destination.

Ashley and I hug, I wave bye, she drives off in her car.

It’s a warm night its good walking home late at night most times I’m already home reading a book or sometimes across the bay in another bed sleeping.

I didn’t make it tonight, I’m feelin’, it’s a good day. ….Bye.

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The Plant by Eric Wason (June 1, 2003)

The water sprayed over its solid green leaves. My corn plant welcomed its care as

it leaned toward the dimming sunlight. I took a step in reverse to admire its healthy stalk

and the beauty it added to my living room. I flexed my water bottle again. The plant

happily absorbed its food.

It took me nearly three minutes to give attention to my earthy companion. The

pleasant moment was a soother in a week filled with demands, requests, and appointments.

I sat on my couch and looked out a window to a view of my neighborhood. The events of

the week seemed distant now. Though, I was not completely relaxed. I glanced at my

plant yet another time. I began to relect on my attendance of yesterday's protest against

Clear Channel Communications and the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) in

San Francisco.

This Monday marks a crucial vote for the FCC regarding media ownership rule

changes. According to a KRON-TV of San Francisco report done last Friday, seven

corporations own an alarming amount of the 1,800 newspapers, 11,000 magazines, 11,000

radio stations, and 200 television stations in North America. An approval of the proposed

changes will allow these big media institutions to buy out more of our local television and

radio stations, newspapers, and magazines that our communities trust as ours.

A collective gathering of 100 or more concerned citizens assembled in front of

Clear Channel Communications at 340 Townsend Street early Thursday evening. The site

of the protest was fitting due to the company's overwhelming media reach. Its radio and

television stations, outdoor displays (billboards, street furniture, and transit panels), and

entertainment venues (music concerts and tours) have a span of 66 countries around the

world.

The protest against media monopoly by corporations like Clear Channel was a cry

for the protection of diversity and the free flow of ideas. One of the many examples of this

issue during the protest was hearing the name of "Davey D" on many occasions. Davey D

was the former Community Affairs Director and popular radio host for KMEL who got

fired by Clear Channel after interviewing critics against the past war in Afghanistan. In

fact, his position of Community Affairs Director, representing a voice for the community,

was eliminated altogether.

The references of the unfair firing of Davey D in front of Clear Channel made me

think about how Davey D's radio personality affected my life. Hearing Davey D's thought-

provoking words as I grew up in San Francisco was a seed for my development from a

teenager to adulthood. I recall moments on his show when he challenged my thinking by

exploring vital issues about politics, race, and society. He helped me learn that it is

important to think about what happens in our communities. I see him as the first among a

few people in my teen years who watered me with honest thought and real issues affecting

the streets where I live.

Mostly all of what was exposed to me on television and radio when I was in

grammar and high school was content that did not let me think about issues from all

perspectives. Davey D was the only outlet for me within this sphere that transcended big

media. FCC Commissioner Michael Kopp, in a KRON-TV interview, remarked that

media is the "lifeblood of our democracy and if we let that (protection of free flow of

ideas) go, we're doing significant injury to ourselves and our democracy." Now, as I lean

toward the sun of our future, I fear what the FCC's possible media consolidation on

Monday will mean for the development of all human beings.

The moonlight has crept its way into my living room. My water bottle remained at

my feet. I looked proudly at my plant as I thought about the care that I gave it to spur its

growth. Then, my eyes carried me to my television. I paused for a few seconds and took

a deep sigh. We are days away from a possible information drought.

by A.Faye Hicks/Po' Poet Laureate

Harlem Harms

Bomb blasted

Babes in Arms

Molested

The Crime Element: Up in Arms

Harlem Harms

Baton wielding, grenade throwing cops… for our protection?

Oh, Say Can you See, The Bombs Bursting In Air

"Bombs bursting in Bedrooms"

Childish memories from grade school

This Song stands for what ? Justice?

Hands over Hearts

Pledging Allegiance to What ? Life

Standing Proud, My Country Tis of Thee

Harlem Harms

This grand mom of this self-same generation

Loving God, and loving this country

Oh proudly we hailed, that the Flag was still there

Standing for what? Liberty

No, crime element, police element

Eager Beaver Cops

Leaves nothing to the imagination

Bombs Blasting in Bedrooms

The Innocence dragged out in Chains

The drugged out, Dragged out, destroyed

From Sea To Shining Sea…?

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Grenade kills Harlem Grandmother

by Lloyd Williams reprinted from The SF Bayview

The letters N Y P D may as well stand for Now Your People Die. Whether it’s being shot 41 times as you enter your home or homicide by hand grenade, New York City still is not a safe place to be if your skin is black. With Al Sharpton off busily campaigning and debating other Democratic presidential hopefuls, it looks as though the death of Alberta Spruill won’t register more than a blip on the outrage meter.

But African-Americans should not need the inspiration of a Reverend Al to march on City Hall after yet another senseless killing of an innocent black person by racist cops. Everybody should have been automatically up in arms all on their own, demanding answers.
How could such a tragic mistake have been made? How could it have been averted? Who’s head will roll as a consequence? Why does this sort of state-sponsored slaughter happen so often in the black community?

And until adequate assurances arrive that it won’t happen again, the city should have been shut down. Afterall, Spruill, a 57 year-old church-going grandmother with a heart condition, died when a dozen police officers, in a pre-dawn raid on May 16, broke down the door to her sixth-floor apartment and tossed a flash grenade inside. The explosion was powerful enough to rattle the apartment, shattering a glass top table and sending the poor sister into cardiac arrest. Then the terroristic task force handcuffed her, denying any medical attention until it was too late.

Miss Alberta, as she was referred to by everyone in her neighborhood, was a much beloved member of the Convent Avenue Baptist Church. So, what had she done to bring the wrath of NYPD down upon her head? Absolutely nothing. As the cops later explained it, they had operated on an erroneous tip from a confidential informant that a man was barricated inside with drugs, pit bulls and a cache of weapons.

As if turns out, that suspect, Melvin Boswell, 35, lived on the ninth, not the sixth, floor of the building. He was arrested three days later. Curiously, the break-in to Alberta’s home was conducted by officers from the 25th Precinct, even though her apartment building, located at 310 West 143rd Street, is situated in the 32nd Precinct.

Prior to the raid, police investigators made a routine check which suggested that Ms. Spruill was the apartment’s sole tenant. They went ahead anyway and compounded their first mistake with the decision to stun any occupants with a flash grenade. Munitions experts will tell you that this allegedly non-lethal device can cause death in certain circumstances. It’s the type of item best used outdoors for crowd control, for instance to keep an advancing army of angry, bottle-tossing demonstrators at bay.

Being confronted by a flash grenade in the street is one thing; being awakened by one exploding in your apartment quite another. This offensive tool delivers far more than a mere flash, as it is designed to provide cover by way of a conclusive explosion combined with a temporarily blinding cloud of smoke.

The employment of such a potentially destructive device in Harlem in this case is proof positive that black people simply do not have equal protection under the law. For there is no way the police would ever even think of igniting such a grenade so recklessly in the Upper East Side or any other white enclave.

While trillions are wasted looking for weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, pockets of police resistance – cops armed to the teeth and already embedded among us – are far more inclined to terrorize the African-American community.

by Joe B.

One last thing before going on to another subject.

Through the benefit last Sunday was a success I have shamefully neglected an item of personal importance.

Inside the Women’s building where the men’s room is a roll of toilet paper is set between two urinals.

Guy’s know what I mean, every time we think we’re finished urinating there’s always a few drops left and if we don’t vigorously shake or use tissue or paper towel to dry ourselves off there are wet spots on our pants where its supposed to be dry.

I Thank the Women’s Building for setting the roll between the stall and warnings on the painted wall and respecting the space by not adding graffiti to newly painted walls.

I seem never to get all my excess fluids out and usually have bits of tissue paper to wipe myself dry.

Not this time but thanks to the Women’s Building there’s no embarrassment I have enough worries about without tell tale wet spots on the front of my pants.

To a mystery business woman in San Francisco, thank you for your profile.

I’d like to take her to The Vagina Monologues (I’ve already read the book but haven’t seen video yet).

Hey, Folks this is my one way to actually answer someone taking the time to write me and thank her for doing that knowing she has a hectic busy life.

Now, I’ve heard about the Myan Calendar, their sudden disappearance and the 2012 date for some massive visitation by a massive object in 36,000 thousand year orbit.

I don’t know the how’s and why’s I just how this the equivalent of a hollow balsa wood object or an elaborate thirty six thousand year April fools joke.

Other dates as important if not more is 2020 + 2030.

This is because as far reaching life extension technologies improve and researches find ways to slow, reverse, or stop the aging process improves I don’t want to miss on possibly regaining years long gone like 24 to 35 or more.

Yes, these will be the tilt years when everything begins to speed up again.

A Selected ‘Prez and his pals have slowed our advancement, we’re still in the fossil age of dead dino oil, petroleum products.

I believe the U.S.A. now a so called Hyper Power must use Hyper Science and blended technologies for the improved health of its citizens her then abroad.

Time for me to join Cryonics, Immortalist, organizations and for them to form new political parties.

Who wouldn’t want longer, healthier, lives?

Oh, forgot the vested interest in death-wardly mobile leaders of church’s, governments, funeral directors plus a few political and business official who might not want their constituents to leave their business or change political affiliations.

What does a worker do who has and extra 50 or more years do?

They can learn more, travel, start newer organizations, start their own businesses, or just have time for rest, recreation, travel, and meeting people.

See what’s happening with young grand parent’s, this is just the tip of an ongoing future and do believe being young won’t mean to much as age rejuvenation science makes it possible for people in their 60’s or over can slowly regain their youth while keeping their experience.

I don’t know how it’ll will but I’d like to be around to participate especially ingesting or inhaling life extending drugs, medicines, along with updating my own personal
DGD[Digitized Genome Disks].

So if possible when changing any part of it I’ll be able see which are my artificial genes and original to updated improved ones.

I’m preparing now for a time not far away when the choice will be ours to not only cheat, beat, but also help our genes keep us younger, alive, and healthier.

I may sound like a nut but… readers, will you take a chance that I’m not?… Bye.

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by Joe B.

This is another open letter two all the women who’ve taken their precious time from business, personal obligations.

My last column was about the Mysterious Myans, their, calendar, and possibly a huge object on a relativistic fast 36,000 elliptical orbit now on its return journey near earth.

My personal bid for survival is joining like Cryonics, Immortal, organizations, being encased in a Cryo-coffin until revival a few decades hence.

[Most of the women now believe "this guy has cracked scratch him of the dating list and I’d agree if I were a woman but then again he might be one of those lucky goof ball personalities that may actually pull it off.

Ladies, young women I’m not be the only one think like this I’m just being honest with all of you so you’ll know if you’ve read my askjoe website "I believe in God, Life Extension, and Immortality. "

In that order, it mean I priorities are in order too and if I happen to really care for someone if not love they too might have a cryo- ice-bag for after death – deep freeze.

I know ladies you can get your own but its always good to hedge one’s bet just in case.

Next time I’ll use your nicknames, I should be the sole person known since my website is a know entity.

So, I leave you all with on other way to communicate less publicly my temporary Phone number 415-553-6049

Until further notice.
My the w-site it's Askjoe@ poormagazine.org.

This way you can email me and I can email back, or maybe snail mail which is rare, I do need to improve my pennmanship.

I never know if I’ve seen you or been seen by any of you in the city or across the bay but if you have and decided "nah not him" its my loss at least you saw me out and about.

Take care, don’t work too hard, I sure try not to.

Must go to work. As a B.M.W.[Black Man'Workin].

Even in a low wage, non profit organization I’m really under most women’s radar so please write, email, tap me on the shoulder (be gentle, living between 6th & 7th street on Market street makes me slightly jumpy).

Bye for now and always whatever happens be as safe as you can. Bye.
Joe B.

by Joe B.

A birthday’s coming up, mine.

Don’t want to celebrate it with calories, fat, icing, and ice cream or any sort of food except home cooked in one of two cities away from San Francisco.

Thought of mortality arriving and contingencies if not avoiding the inevitable being prepared to both let go and embrace Mr./Ms. Grim Reaper and the most high while hedging applied science will help in my return.

I’ll just be in bed with someone most of the night and some the next and maybe a few days after that.

I’ll be on the cusp of 50 feeling great doing my utmost to keep it that way.

My plan, go into a gym use it to workout whatever frustrations, problems, errors making the body a fortress of solid lean muscle and nerves.

Other friends have gone through horrific scenes and survival meant temporary loss of dignity because survival’s what most important at the moment not dignity in death.

Thinking back a few years I sardonically laugh at my pointless half hearing gripes, blaming others for inner turmoil created within my psyche.

I’ve jokingly say I only want three things in life.
1) Immortality
2) Time Travel
3) Parallel World Travel or "Sliding" as in TV Science Fiction show.

Not much only three things in life.

Immortality for me has to be first because with this I’ll have no time for learning the science and technologies to achieve the rest.

I must write a list of goals achieved and yet to be accomplished.

Nearly dying of double pneumonia twice a few years ago made a coward out of me, this was before being mugged by two guys after that I seemed to slowly regain my regular self though it took time I believe that’s why my room became such a mess; there are still unresolved issues.

There are times where fear of rain, cold, or misty fog the kind that seeps into your bones kept me in my apartment for weeks at a time.

I knew I was really ok when I actively sought one of guys who mugged me and when I saw him I went up to him, looked into his eyes, "What Are You Looking At?"


"Nothing."

Then I left slowly keeping my eyes on him until I’m at my apartment.

"I want to kill him with a palm to bridge of his nose which would send bits of bone and cartilage into his brain instantly but it came to me, he wasn’t worth killing, going to jail for.

$60 dollars was stolen from me by the two thieves but the money was quickly spent they stole from someone on General Assistance not from a Nob Hill, limo riding owner of a trendy restaurant, dance club/bar so they’d have to do again and sooner or later they’d rob the wrong person and get knifed or shot for their attempts.

I have to prepare for travel abroad and don’t know how long gone I’ll be but it could be a few years before returning between 2010 or ’11.

Some people have done this at younger ages and its second nature when they travel to older folks like myself it is a big deal, being older only makes it more poignant than younger people because of relatively less time we older folks supposedly have.

I’ve thought of lots of place America to visit especially where you college, university females would be when half soused and in aggressive amorous mood.

Then I thought "nah, I really want to go overseas to learn all kinds or things without distractions America would have.

I’d like to return from my extended travel if not a different person but slightly better than I left and be more of an adventurer. [Wait, isn’t using cryonics trying to trick or beat death the ultimate risk taking adventure second to doing it while one is still alive?

To all those lovely women 45 or some young as 24 thank you.

You’ve made e-dating less of a problem and one more option.

I hope to meet a few of you before taking that long trip abroad – I might meet some of you on my journeys.

You have my web site if not it’ll be shown at the end of the column. Bye….

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by TJ Johnston/PoorNewsNetwork Community Journalist

Outside radio station KMEL in San Francisco on May 29, some 200 media activists (including several POOR Magazine (PNN) reporters and supporters) gave a shout out. The station, owned by Clear Channel, couldn’t help but hear us. Apparently, they turned down the volume in anticipation of the Federal Communications Commission’s 3-2 vote in favor of more media deregulation which happened on June 2.

On the eve of the FCC decision allowing the expansion of media empires, a coalition featuring Media Alliance, Global Exchange, The SF Bayview, Code Pink, the Youth Media Council and others jammed on stage to keep the airwaves free. The action was a reminder that KMEL should still be "the people’s station."

Bay View staff writer JR and Straight Outta Hunter’s Point filmmaker Kevin Epps drew a cinematic analogy for the Texas-based conglomerate: "(Clear Channel) is the Matrix plugging into people’s minds."

In case you’ve just joined us, Clear Channel is already the world’s largest radio broadcaster, concert promoter and billboard firm. It is also a symptom and symbol of what’s wrong when six companies own 80% of the stations we hear. Since the Telecommunications Act passed in 1996, their 40 stations ballooned to over 1200. In the Bay Area alone, they own nine stations and run several performance venues. If the FCC votes to further relax media ownership rules, this corporate beast will swell to Hulking proportions.

Clear Channel’s checkered past has invited public scrutiny. Here’s a short list of their misdeeds:
1) They fired KMEL’s community affairs director Davey D for interviewing antiwar Congresswoman Barbara Lee. In general, KMEL’s service to the urban community diminished under Clear Channel ownership.
2) Their infamous musical blacklist banned about 150 songs. According to a leaked memo, John Lennon’s "Imagine" and Cat Stevens’ "Peace Train" are banished from their frequencies. Just recently, innocuous country combo the Dixie Chicks got removed from their playlists for speaking against George W. Bush.
3) Their sponsorship of prowar rallies is only the latest example of their corporate editorial slant. President Glen Beck has little patience for dissent. In a Memorial Day address, he proclaimed, "If you five me any crap, (the police) are taking you down!"
4) Public service has been compromised. After a toxic spill in a North Dakota town, authorities called all the stations in that town to broadcast the emergency. Unsurprisingly, no one answered the phone at the Clear Channel owned outlets----most of the workforce was laid off after they were purchased.
5) Programming has become homogenized. Voicetracking, the practice of recording one voice for numerous markets, has become the norm. And did you ever notice the repetition of the same songs?

Our afternoon’s festivities were led by the lovely and talented Andrea Buffa of Global Exchange and United for Peace & Justice. Our hostess with the mostest led us through chants of "Whose airwaves? Our airwaves!" and "Monopolies don’t speak for me. Protect the airwaves, FCC!"

The Brass Liberation Orchestra provided musical interludes. The 12-piece outfit played Bob Marley’s "Get Up, Stand Up" and "Fala Kute." A band member said their gig reflects their belief in community music and radio.

Adorned in Code Pink, Global Exchange founder Medea Benjamin explained why the US is isolated from the world community: "It’s the media, stupid!" (I would point out it’s our stupid media). Citing the Dixie Chicks backlash, Benjamin declared the US media to be the most undemocratic in the world. Despite this adversity, she announced that so far the FCC website has had 428,000 comments posted, 98% of which opposed further conglomeration. Chairman Michael Powell, listen up! Benjamin closed her set by leading us into singing a John Lennon song. Care to guess which one?

A bit of vaudeville was performed as a performer dressed as Clear Channel CEO Larry Mays thanked us for our support (yeah, right) and gave a huge check to the FCC. "Just fill in the amount ," he said. As the rally closed, I passed a sign reading "No McRadio." In the wake of the FCC vote, a healthy media diet provided by independent media outlets like The SF Bay View and PoorNewsNetwork is more essential than ever .    

by Joe B.

Well, Federal Communication Commission head Mr. Michael Colin Jr. didn’t listen to protests, questions, or logic.

His "Merger are good for business" says where is head was at.

What a crock of… load of …!

The F.C.C. isn’t a business but a government agency to keep freaking merger’s of large multi corporations from dining on smaller entities [radio, tv, stations, and or news outlets].

Folks, I don’t know how you feel about this #^*%
but this stinks and the smell will worse as mergers, acquisitions, or acquired assets begin getting bought out in a piranha like feeding frenzy.

We can give in to the 21st century hyper theft hijacking of public airways or we can do what American’s and other freedom loving people’s have always done when having little money to fight these Giant’s.

Be thousands, millions, or billions of little rainbow ants and like them begin dining on the fat over bloated carcass attacking from all sides in and out.

What fool thing is Joe gabbing about now?

We don’t have to listen to Creap, Clip, Crock oh, uh, Clear Channel or it Octagon, Crummcon, Globitron, Arbitron oh, uh, Orbitron stuff, you know the so called arbitrators of what we like to hear?

What happens when radio’s are tuned to independent stations or tv’s to other than what corporations are playing?

They go by bottom-line ratings the less people tune into their media, switch or completely turned off.

It’ll take time for these fat behemoths to figure out what’s happened to their profit margins.

Meanwhile stealthy underground micro radio/tv can fill in that niche.

Technology is here for ultra miniaturized one or multi person station.

They move, gather, and get news out faster then conglomerates with heavy business attachments.

Its just something I was thinking of.

There’s a couple of shows on currently but people have told me they and their friends don’t watch it there’s a kind of "cool" factor and the show may not be cool.

There’s only one problem with the "Cool-with it" factor, not everyone buys into it, some of the friends may say they don’t watch to seem cool but watch anyway.

That’s why Star Trek, Twilight Zone, in their current incarnations are still on the air because though at first if wasn’t cool to watch science or speculative fiction people still watched lying to their friends about what their supposedly not watching.

The money that Media Corps. are using to buy up smaller media is our money!

We must find ways not to give up our money if they don’t listen to their audience their money should dry up as we turn off, tune out, switch channels, otherwise see other products already done.

There are DVD’s of old, and current movies, TV, series, specials, whatever was shown years past and currently.

The greedy Media Maven’s make so money from video, cable, and Digital Video Disk home viewing that now we can buy maybe copy (just an idea)
radio/TV shows and no longer pay even have cable de-scrambler’s (I hear this stuff all the time doesn’t mean most people do it).

Lots of D V D’s, CD’s auto radio taping or buying cassette tapes seems to be what I can afford besides turning off TV and Radio and legally not having my cash go a media that thinks they’ll keep taking money, giving what they deign as education and entertainment to me as part of the masses.

Right now I cannot afford a TV/D V D combo or even buy a used TV and D V D attachment so I’ll probably save money not buy anything for a few months and stick with Yoga workouts everyday.

Folks, this is your public airways not corporate media’s so do what you can to bleed ‘em dry of profits by not tuning in, turning off, or switching to independent public stations.

Show corporations that without influx of public money they are simply starving corpse’s. Bye

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