Saw tomorow: part 3

From that day until May 2nd. we were inseparable; I had someone who believed in me and he had the same. Since he had spent time on the streets from Detroit to New York(squatter) and now San Francisco, Adam was used to being in the shit. So traveling with me to the Tenderloin and apartment 100 was like old times for him. Once G'dali Braverman brought me home after a meeting and he was scared for me as I got out of the car. Adam laughed at this afterwards; we got along in the way two people can when you are so unlike the others in your group.
But this all began to unravel Mayday, 1992...

May 1, 1992 brought riots once again to The City as a result of the Rodney King verdict. It was an incredible day as I helped to bring destruction to the wealthy parts of the city. It was chaotic, from the communist who brought a gang of kids with them who rained rocks on the cops who tried to protect the doorways of The SF Opera. To my burning a US flag which incited the hundreds gathered in front of the California building on Van Ness Ave.
From there, the crowd began to march its venom and destruction throughout the city. Concentrating its fury on the hill top communities of rich and powerful. The police force was overwhelmed.
And in its wake many opportunist took the chance to scavenge what was left of the material corpses left in our wake. Subsequently many downtown stores were looted after the windows were smashed.
I remember walking past a leather store as mainly black people were getting the opportunity to help themselves. I was disgusted; elite fashion and wealth, and the class associated with it was responsible for the racist activities that had propelled myself and others into the streets. I began to realize then how one persons actions no matter how benevolent can give many others the cause to use it as a pretext to destroy what good you THOUGHT you were acting in support...

As a result of the dis order the authorities decided to set up those who decided to venture out the next day. We had decided to participate once again in bringing dis order to the city by the bay. To counter the unrest, the authority had imposed a curfew; they blocked off the streets of the thousands of people who were in the process of gathering throughout the cities meeting points. Unable to march, the police could then hold our location and prevent POSSIBLE action against institutions and property as was experienced the previous day. As a result we were all "lawfully" arrested, processed and then deported to a county prison 45 miles form the city. I kept thinking throughout the entire event that if we were in El Salvador, or Iraq many of us would be dead tonight. Also the ones who would survive would be used to spread tales of torture and maybe infiltrate the groups we returned too.

I feared, as I sat on the bus, and then throughout the ordeal, watching the clock and not knowing would the bell toll for me, because I had left for NYC in the spring of 1991 and did not return for my hearing after the Gulf War battles. Was this to be my home for the foreseeable future. I did not see AG until we were all about to be released; he had been stripped and had discovered later humiliated with other men in his block. They were harassed, repeatedly made to change cells and also other psy tricks by their captures. Our block was treated so much differently; all we received were updates from the prison staff on our condition and how it was changing because of the efforts of the people we had left behind in the city. Our comrades had taken to the streets and city hall demanding our release and our rights restored. SF is a great city because YOU NEVER FEEL ALONE!

So I was relieved to find out after a 36 hours that we were to be released and returned to the city. Furthermore I was able to "exhale" as I was finally processed out of the system and saw him walk by the door I had just passed as he and his crew were following to the end of the line which led to the seat I was occupying. "Great" I thought, he was OK and following me out.

Though when we made it back to the city things felt as if they had changed. I rarely saw him at the workspace where we had been had living many nights; since we had the keys and had been manning the space during the days we had begun to stay there nights too. So it was definite change that I had noticed. This change was to grow into a disconnect that was to involve other people. In his case, he began to place a wall between us by using other people. He had befriended a young punk girl with whom he began to spend time. I had come to realize the power of the state at its core; I had begun to confront the future of a society which would use any means to control civilization. Diametrically opposed reactions came from the previous weeks events:he pulled away, while I decided(and still crave) that I needed a deeper relationship that any outside force could not break. In just a few days into the second week of May on a dark late night we were to decide our fate.

He had decided to bring the young woman to live at the space; something I found offensive on many levels. It became violent, we fought and the cops were called by him. After they had left I decided to get out of that place as they too were told by the police. I walked around for an hour or two until I knew I could get inside and get a few hours of sleep with more tears than sleep. I got up as the sun had just begun to peak over the horizon; briefly organize the few things that belong to me and started to search for something to have faith in after the dark night. I followed my feet from one spot to another as the city awoke around me; until I found myself standing at the corner of Sanchez and 16Th st. Nearby stood a house that was to be an oasis that was to be a bridge to my salvation...

The man who saw tomorrow part 2

Being 24 years old, gay, and in the possession of intellect and some beauty I was able to live out my Northern California dream with some of the best people I would ever know. From the hippies in the Tenderloin to the great California kids I, hung with on every chane I got. I was living free, in a community that was proud and normal; living as "perfect" as one can be void of the interjection,
judgement unburdened by the preconceived notions of "how" and "why" I existed.

I am...

The best thing for a young man coming to terms with his full self was the ease in which all my native Californian friends lived, especially the ones from the Bay area: peole like Paul Monsula Lee, Eric Wong, the beautiful Rob Bennett.

Very much like the straight boys I lived with and befriended in So Cal at the Serano St. House. I guess it will always be that way: the best people in any area you move to will be those who call the place "home"...

They understand were all the bodies are buried so to speak...and how to avoid them. But it is weird here in apital City, all the out of towners avoid the city and its inhabitants. Not that way in SF,LA, or NYC
Anyway...
The majority of my time was to be spent in the company of Golden Gate; unlike ACTUP SF, Golden Gate being home to a majority of HIV+ members meant that were going to make demands and aply if needed the requisite action. Though becaue of this PEREIVED desperation our expediency sometimes worked against the goal of ending AIDS. I always agreed with the politics of SF but the willingness to ACT even in mistake at least fulfilled one of ACTUP's famous mantras: ACTION=LIFE...SILENCE=DEATH! My dream was to merge them both in my ativity at all costs.

Being HIV- and newly out gave me pause at first; I have to disover my role in the group. From August 1991 until mid October I sat back and listened and attended General Body; subsequently I decided to attend "Treatment Issues committee, where I start at the inner circle and work my way out. While waiting for the meeting to start at the Mission Dolores I started chattin up this wild haired ex mid-westerner great guy Matthew. Such a cool guy though with a grim outlook on life in that his past haunted him daily. But unlike many people Matt always wanted to make life better so he deision to join ACTUP was the first thing he did to transform his life he told me, the other was beoming a vegan and going clean and sober. Great guy, but we were not deeply in love to fight for our relationship; seems that when you first join an organization or group the likelihood of a initial romance is very high. And a short relationship is ultimately the result.

But I started out on treatment with him and learned a lot; developing a firm grasp of AIDS treatment issues, science and activism in the time spent. I would advise anyone who becomes an activist to learn all the angles of the issue, espeially when they contradict your own.
This committee was the politburo of our group; this relationship would erk me during my time with the group too. As stalinist as some of the young lefties they hated in ACTUP-SF. Troops for their agenda.

These were great days; even the times when our relationship weakened, and Matt and I relaxed into just friends. I still consider the fall/winter of 1991 and the beginning of 1992 to be some of the fondest memories of my life. Though at that time, I could never have understood how fragile my "life" was nor just how insecure the people and the relationships I was forming actually were in reality. How could I know that they were of convenience and not based upon a strong foundation, one needed for a long lasting relationship.
Alas, that is the bane of youth and innocence; only to be discovered unfortunately through the harsh reality of time...

The strongest and most passionate of these relationships was with Adam Gerics whom I was co-general body representative. What a spitfire of action and beauty. The more we did together the deeper I fell; he had a magnetic personae: a boy valiant, with shadows lurking behind blue eyes.
We first met incidental, a day I inially did not remember. Mathew and I sat inside a cafe on Market st. talking after a meeting. One of those meetings lovers engage in to pass the time in excuse of doing anything else. No longer lovers so you spend time beoming very good friends...
At the tale end of our relationship, Matt's eyes wandered; and on this night it gave me the opportunity to gauge his heart, and ironically a doorway to somone else.
He was eyeing a salt and peppered beefcake sitting behind us.
"You like him, huh", I asked. He nodded, confirming my suspicion and retorted: so who do you find attractive?
I looked around the room shrugged my shoulders and said, "no one here." Then on cue I looked out the window and saw this partially shaved headed blond guy, wearing a long tan trench coat and black combat boots. And without hesitation replied: 'him, I like that guy right there.'
Little did I realize that I was to be re-introduced to him weeks later at Folsom Street Fair; he had been befriended by one of the leaders of our group, Brenda Lien. Matthew reminded me that he was the one I had pointed to that night, and only then did it finally dawn on me.
And to this day, 17 years later he still has a small piece of my heart; though he never got my soul, so my soul mate still awaits.
Though we were never sexual lovers...my connection to him was still great sharing a deep relationship.
To the contradiction of many gay myths, the strongest gay male relationships have very very little to do with sex; I would contend that in many of these relationships sex is rare if at all present. If so it mimics the sex found between a long married couples: rare. I could also contend that it is the failed search for relationship that results in the settling for sex as a substitute, dooming many gay men to loneliness, despair and disease. I noticed this over the years, especially my years working at the "Club".
Anyway, AG was a spitfire...such a good "boy-friend". But he was 18 to my 24 and still stuck on being with women. This inseurity was to haunt our relationship; he could not allow it to develop in ways that I needed instead filling it with his surrogate Electra, Brenda Lien and others to be mentioned later.
Though balancing it considerably was our politcally affinity within the general body; we would bond beyond our shared duties as representatives, but based on comraderie and what I thought also a brotherhood of trust and honor amongst our bond.
Over time he grew over time to trust my political instincts and I relied upon his vigor to keep me confident and active when my own self doubt raised its head.
This unique symbiotic relationship first became tangible during the New Hampshire primaries of February 1992.
Since I had made the bold prediction right after the first Gulf War in March 1991 that Bush would lose re-election, EVERYONE, I would mention this too even days leading up to the election did not believe my prediction. But I did, and I just needed someone else to see it too.
So when Bush puked all over himself during his January visit to Japan, I was given the first omen of what was to come. Then second came a few from the campaign of Pat Buhanan who was halenging Bush from his "right". This nail in Bushs' coffin was to be proudly struck by the conservative base led by the verable "Manhester Union Ledger" the bulwark of Yankee tradiotinalism. At that time independent as the great people of New Hampshire.
Well, I remember watching the primary coverage on a small black and white TV along with Adam at the G.G. workspace, energized by the events unfolding and coming true before my eyes. He turns and asks, "so this means Bush is falling", to which I responded,"yes."
He took my belief and ran with it, making it his too.

It is one thing to believe in something but to have others share it with you makes you and all you believe so empowering and so real...

The man who saw tomorrow part 1

1992, was the first year that I realized i did know what I was doing as an activist but I had much to discover about the the nature of people and how trusting my self and what I "see" would determine the next 15 years of my life...

Here is my story told from the streets of San Francisco to today...

1992, jeez I had such a tumultuous 91 that I was finally able to settle down and grow in one solid place. after returning to San Francisco in August from New York City, I had found a home as a member of ACTUP golden Gate. Joining ACTUP while living in New York(SANE/FREEZE) I had found purpose as a gay man and as an activist; both were in need of my as millions of people, many gay men, were infected and given a death sentence called AIDS. Golden Gate was the more respected of the splintered groups, with ACTSF mainly a home of political Utopians who I had a more political liking but their status as HIV- lefties made any real progress of passing an agenda of change based on co-operation and confrontation with the system a more likely setting for both personal and professional growth. We got things done because the many HIV+ members HAD viewed any progress as victory because they lived with a death sentence everyday because of their status. This political desperation still lives with me today; I have a hard time with political activist today because of it; even antiwar vets are too comfortable with their fate, I thought they would be as impatient; ironically I felt that when they arrived here to DC I could find camaraderie with them because I falsely thought they would share the same "urgency", but that I will leave for another time...
Well, ACTUP both in New York and SF were a blast: their use of street theater and in your face tactics used AFTER-- sometimes months-- of research and negotiations taught me much about a system I did not trust and the will of people to organize to save life using "all means" to achieve some sense of "victory".
So, I had decided to follow my path and join ACTUP in New York where I was living for a month and working as Canvass Field Director for SANE/Freeze(largest peace group in America) ; I was also coming out as a Gay man and also moving in a more radical political direction. Consequently I also knew that my future in both would be made in San Francisco, where I had left many things unfinished after I re-joined Sane and moved to NYC; I had to return to SF but first I had a month or so to practice agitprop with the mother ship of ACTUP NY and live in Manhattan...

Divorcing from SANE was easier than I thought it would be; canvas offices are like families but my small cadre of friends knew I was not hapy with life inside of Sane; they accepted my release from our office near Columbia University and my move from Brooklyn and into an apartment with the architect I had met while being active in ACTUP.
Imagine, I had been going to meetings after working during the day with Sane and a few weeks later I was living as a gay man openly with another man. Change was happening so fast; I did not fear because my heart said: go.
Though this situation was transitional because as I stated earlier I knew my heart and soul still lived in San Francisco, and only a return to that city-- which I had left 4 months earlier-- would I feel "complete." I had made the metamorphosis; I had gone from unsure to sure of my status as a man and most of all in who I was to be and where my life was to be lived; and all on my terms too. For the first time in my life, I knew "where I was going."

Or so I thought...

voter guide me

I believe that there is going to be a massive re-alignment after this Tuesday's general election.

Obama and the Democrats will win big, with the republican party mainly segregated to the former Confederate states; the ideology of these Republicans will be more in line with Ron Paul neo-Jeffersonianism than the "conservatism" of Bush or even Reagan.

Lastly, because Obama is left wing cover for the establishment he will ultimately bring alienation and depression to those whom voted for him; this will be realized over the next 2 years. Tragically this could result in the mass devolution of the fragile binds that hold our country together. The "hope" lies in this same realization; many people want real change and his fraud will provide the power to unite the various factions inside our nation to fight for and ultimately restore the world's first citizen Republic.

PREPARE for BATTLE!!!

LIVE today as a child!

Halloween, Samhein.

The last truly memorable night for me,was in 1995. Jeez how much time have I spent here and so few real celebratory dates for me.

A good friend of mine Adam Gerics whose birthday happens to appropriately be on this festive date; though he was in no mood to celebrate. Well he needed a party and I was in a mood to have one--whether he wanted one or not. And besides it was Halloween and one of my oldest and best friends had reappeared in my life, Nannette Radley caught me on the way to the "club" one night about 13 days before Halloween.
SHE WAS THE KIND OF WOMAN WHO ALWAYS CELEBRATED HALLOWEEN. EVEN IN BLACKSBURG VIRGINIA ON A MONDAY NIGHT!

WELL MY COSTUME WAS A FACE PAINTED IN HORRIFIC SPLENDOR BY ADAM. I WORE IT TO THE DELIGHT OF ALL WHO SAW ME.
So I had to definitely celebrate; also it was the night of the high heeled race down 17Th st. in the heart of THE DuPont Circle neighborhood here in DC. Ironically it was the last night it was to be held on the night of Samhein so it was a convergence of so many last. TENS OF THOUSANDS WERE THERE AS WE MADE OUR WAY AFTER MANY COCKTAILS AND CHICKEN LEG TAILS...TOPPED OFF WITH A WHIFF OF THE GREEN SPLIFF...
It was the last time I was to party with Nannette and with that unique collection of people who gathered. So we made it a night to remember!
The night turned out to be such a blast as our small gathering at the apartment on 18Th and R st. moved from the high-heeled race to the second incarnation of Madame organs at the foot of 18Th one block from Florida Avenue.

I WAS TOLD EARLY THE NEXT MORNING SHE HAD EVEN SUNG A DUET ON STAGE WITH A VERY CUTE BOY TOO.

But I had to miss this cuz, I left so I could work the 12-8 am shift at the Crew Club; spartan as it was that night of such an occasion; unlike today when it would be packed after such festivities but in its first 8 months of action it was nearly as vacant of people as it was of offerings inside the second floor space. Besides showers, lockers and TV., it was more gathering spot for those looking for "men's party" than a place to hide and seek among steam, sauna, and the sexcapades found amongst one, six and sixty.

But it was one of those nights when I felt like I was right to act in concert of the spirit of the occasion and not to think of what might or might not be appropriate. It was in the spirit of how I live my life; though unlike that night when most are encouraged to follow suit, here in Capital city they all wear grey and blue hiding their discomfort and acquiescing to an authority that they misread as master instead of the slave it should always be.
Hopefully you can find that unique moment tonight with whomever you gather with to celebrate. Celebrate and please do... eat lots of candy...
joy, joy everyone :"boo"...now would not that be dandy!

IT was a great time!
In a great spot!
On a great plane of humanity!

Enjoy all that we are given,
may we experience all that life has to bring.
Candy, apples costumed as joy--sacrifice too brings happiness...what takes, who makes
do we shake it down or spread it around?

OFFER IT ALL; REJECT THEM TOO
PREPARE FOR SALVATION
BY WHAT YOU SAY AND DO
MAKE WAY, MAKE WAY
THEY ALL PLAY TO WIN
BUT TONIGHT LET YOUR HAIR DOWN
AND YOUR GARTER BELT TOO
FORGET THE NOTIONS OF LOSS AND SIN
THE GODS HAVE GIVEN
LIFE IS YOUR REWARD, CELEBRATE IT
AGAIN AND AGAIN...

THE MAN WHO HAD ONE WISH

The copters fly overhead; are they searcing, do they see... do they search for me?

Sirens sirens--alarm, to those good men left!

The red lights expose... the red river flows!

Oh, oh, oh, if you just quiet up son and listen to those sounds.

Not of silence BUT silencing; mute from all those whom matter; roar from
a crowded cell over flowing with the righteous...

IT AWAITS!
IT AWAITS!

Awaken to the false figure on top of the foundations fanfare.

A CONTRIVED PERSONAE, MANUFACTURED TO FINISH WHAT THE BONES MAN COULD NOT!

8 DAYS TO JUDGEMENT...ENOUGH TIME TO CHANGE COURSE!

ENOUGH TIME TO SAVE YOURSELF!!!

GENERAL STRIKE

GENERAL STRIKE

GENERAL STRIKE

NOW HE KNOWS FOR SURE

Oh SO MANY ARE GONE; SO MANY HAVE LEFT US...

ONE SUCH SOUL WAS THE SEMINAL DAYTIME DRAMA WRITER AND PRODUCER, JAMES E REILLY. HIS STORIES INSPIRED ME DURING THE YEARS I WAS WRITING MY BOOK.

FOR OVER 3 DECADES HE LERANED FROM AND THEN BECAME A MASTER OF "SOAP OPERA", STORY TELLING: AN ART BEING LOST FOR "REALITY".

HIS MAGNUS OPUS WAS THE "POSSESSION" STORYLINE FOR THE NBC DRAMA, "DAYS OF OUR LIVES."

WATCH IT AND DREAM AGAIN...

GODSPEED SCRIBE, GODSPEED

"D"

i miss my boy...

Yay, another chance!

THE ELECTION IS COMING SO LETS THROW A PARTY

ALL COME TO PLAY AND THE GUEST OF HONOR IS "WE"


GENERAL STRIKE, GENERAL STRIKE...SHUT THIS THING DOWN


WE THE PEOPLE ARE TAKING OVER; WHITE WIGS, STALKINGS and masks...
WHOM DO YOU SAY, SHOULD STAY?

Alas we must take a stand and finally do what is right.
GOD will be oh so pleased knowing he left the best ONES in CHARGE.

20 days until the election; lets stop this charde in it tracks

Round 3: Congress of cowards

The US Congress' act of complete betrayal to the American people and our Constitution, by voting to suppport the banker take over Bill, displays their moral cowardice and intellectual incompetence...

Considering what Representative Brad Sherman said on the floor last night it is apparent that there was more at work than "sweetners" provided to sway this tragic vote that WILL lead to Hyperinflation and then economic COLLAPSE!

The "spirit" lives here.

For those of you who have interacted with my blog you undoubtedly realized that I love classic culture especially American cinema.

The wonderful development of characters and the promotion of the values of fair play, honesty and universal justice are hallmark of this forgotten time...

I was pleasantly reminded of this while watching the Frank Capra Classic "Mr. Deeds goes to Town."

Find a way if you have never seen it--the American spirit comes alive!

Round 2: sell-outs in suits!

BETRAYAL, BETRAYAL-- THY NAME IS THE SENATE!!!

NEVER FORGET THESE NAMES; NEVER FORGET WHAT THEY HAVE DONE!


CONTINUE TO FIGHT!


CONTINUE UNTIL WE WIN!

ROUND 1:THE AMERICAN PEOPLE

YESTERDAY WAS THE FIRST OF MANY VICTORIES FOR THE AMERICAN PEOPLE AND THE WORLD...

WE DESTROYED THE HYPERINFLATIONARY BAILOUT; WE THE PEOPLE MUST CONTINUE TO ACT FOR OURSELVES AND OUR POSTERITY!!!


FORWARD, FORWARD, FOR OUR FUTURE!!!

Same old song and dance

The chase is on...
One block up 14Th street I realized that I was leaving my bike and was apprehensive in leaving it in front of the national Press Building. After catching boy wonder...I inform him "my bike is back at the Press Club could you give me a ride back after this hearing", and of course his answer is "no".

"FIGURES"

So I get the hearing room and briskly walk back the 2 blocks to find my bike; I untie its leash and begin to make my way to the Rayburn Office Building 2 1/2 miles east. I arrive at the building after a care free ride through the heart of Capital City. The office building abuts Pennsylvania Avenue which I cross as I push my bike to the side entrance and lock it safely. Realizing that I have to change my shirt, I sit on the ground at the entrance; as I buttoning up a familiar face turns the corner and surprisingly says, " you beat us here". "Yep; you had to deal with traffic", I add as I stand and follow citizen Kokesh into the ugliest office building on the hill.
Forgetting my dc "code": I have to take off my boots because they are steel plated which means they set off the damn machines that scan everything and everyone whom enters. As I grab my belongings and I start up the stairs putting on the boots as Kokesh waits with the damn phone stuck to his ear.

We head to the elevator and begin to wait for its arrival when another of one of his groupies enters the pictures: a very pretty woman with flowing raven hair and a warm embrace for Kokesh after she realizes who he was. (that boy's got more admirers than Brad Pitt).

We all travel up stairs to the meeting and enter the office. "gee the rooms keep getting smaller as the day go on", I think as I take my place in the back as Kokesh as one of the important people goes to sit along the first row. Unlike the earlier meetings this one is void of candidates or acrimony. Kucinich stays for 10 minutes speaking briefly on a next move by the coalition: supporting a truth and reconciliation movement; he then reminds us that he has votes to fulfill; the majority of the next 40 minutes are handled by his aide. An able fellow in his 30's, he goes on to "thank" the group that has gathered for their support for impeachment. I found his tributes to those in attendance--some traveling across country for the event--to be very appropriate considering that these people are the brave movers of the actions of the "leadership".

I warmly applaud as each of the group of 7 or so is announced: this mostly female group should feel good about their work because if not them than who...

I finally get his attention to interject after this group has been called because the aide continues to imply that impeachment is being delayed by republican intransigence; his partisan portrayal is misleading; the delay in impeachment is Conyers and the Democratic leadership. "We need to impeach Conyers", I point out in my first question, which I hoped would spark a new direction in how these "activist" perceive, the leadership and the relationship we the people must have in order to further an agenda that returns power to the citizens of this once great Republic.

"If he and the Democrats cannot control Bush than how the hell are they gonna control Obama?"
He smiled uncomfortably then gave assurances that the were aware of this frustrating dilemma though did not seem comfortable continuing the dialogue; returning to is prepared agenda one that steered clear of inner party confrontation.
the last 10 minutes or so Kucinich returns and gives a final push for his earlier idea for a truth and reconciliation coalition.
When we reached Q&A I returned to my call for real change: so if you and Pelosi are able to return to Congress, are you prepared to challenge her leadership as speaker on the premise of she not favoring impeachment and he in favor: a correct tactic of principle over personality based upon the higher responsibility of leadership to be challenged if it fails because of its unconstitutional and immoral behavior.

He squirms a bit; not comfortable with my outside the box thinking; he eventually says that he had not thought of challenging his friends but now he had something consider...

He takes another question and then reminds us that the time on the room is up and we had to vacate. As we filed out I just felt good about my day and the questions I was able to ask putting the so called leadership on its toes. I spoke two a couple of women outside the office who thanked me for my question an I thanked them for their heroic work. As I look down the hall I see Kokesh talking to a VFP member and I realized once again that he seems to always be busy plotting but I never get a sense he is moving forward just side ways. I say my good byes to the nice woman and begin to walk towards the good marine and his military comrade. I reach in my pocket and hand him a ball; to which he asks "what is it", to which I reply "magic".
I continue down the hall in order to make my way out of this ugly depressing cavern of confusion. "This place is so gross", I think as I finally, find the exact exit which is so much easier to escape from then to enter; pull off the lock and push the bike up the hill on Pennsylvania Avenue.

Different place.
Different personality.
Same old song and dance...

HAD ENOUGH YET?

GENERAL STRIKE!

GENERAL STRIKE!

GENERAL STRIKE!

LET'S SEE THEM IMPLEMENT THEIR SCHEMES IF NO ONE WORKS!
STRIKE-- SHUT THIS ORDER DOWN!

NO WORK

STAND UP FOR THE FUTURE

STOP FOLLOWING THEIR LIES

GENERAL STRIKE !

GENERAL STRIKE!

GENERAL STRIKE!