Tuesday, November 6, 2012

THE GENERAL ELECTION TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 6TH, 2012

THE FREEDOM AND RESPONSIBILITY INSTITUTE'S ELECTION GUIDE FOR TUESDAY NOVEMBER 6TH, 2012

FORMATTED BY AND ENDORSED BY 

MICHAEL BONIN SENIOR ASSOCIATE THE FREEDOM AND RESPONSIBILITY INSTITUTE, CLASS OF 2008: CSU EAST BAY

SUE BONIN EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR: THE FREEDOM AND RESPONSIBILITY INSTITUTE  ST. VINCENT DEPAUL OLR PRESIDENT, CLASS OF 2010: UNIVERSITY SAN FRANSISCO

JON MILLS F&R FIELD DIRECTOR 

DR. JENNIFER EAGAN DEPARTMENT CHAIR: PHILOSOPHY: CSU EASTBAY, CLASS OF 1999: DUQUESNE

RICHARD VALLE ALAMEDA COUNTY DISTRICT 2 SUPERVISOR EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR TRI-CED COMMUNITY RECYCLING

MARK GREEN MAYOR OF UNION CITY

GOT EM INDUSTRIES

 WE ARE CHANGE HAYWARD

NATIONAL BALLOT:

THE 45TH PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA 

BARACK OBAMA - PRESIDENT 

JOE BIDEN - VICE PRESIDENT

 CALIFORNIA BALLOT

UNITED STATES SENATOR 

DIANNE FEINSTEIN

15TH CONGRESSIONAL DISTRICT

UNITED STATES REPRESENTATIVE 

ERIC SWALWELL

20TH ASSEMBLY DISTRICT

MEMBER OF THE STATE ASSEMBLY

JENNIFER ONG

NEW HAVEN SCHOOL DISTRICT BALLOT

SCHOOL DISTRICT GOVERNING BOARD MEMBERS

JONAS DINO

MICHELLE PARNALA MATTHEWS 

MICHAEL RITCHIE

ALAMEDA COUNTY BALLOT

SUPERVISOR, 2ND DISTRICT 

RICHARD VALLE

AC TRANSIT DISTRICT DIRECTOR AT LARGE

DOLLENE C. JONES

CITY OF HAYWARD BALLOT

 CALIFORNIA STATE WIDE PROPOSITIONS

30 - YES

31 - NO

32 - NO

33 -  NO

34 - YES

35 - NO

36 - YES

37 - YES

38 - YES

39 - YES

40 -YES

ALAMEDA COUNTY PROPOSITIONS

 A1 - NO

B1 - YES

SCHOOL DISTRICT

I - YES

DISTRICT

Z - YES

 

 UNLOCK IT!!!

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Thursday, December 15, 2011

Indefinite Military Detention Measure Passes On Bill Of Rights Day


OBAMA=HITL­ER



Surprising­, no. Expected, yes! When Obama signs this bill I will become a full fledged truther. .



But even worse! Hitler was honest. This Zionist cunt preaches equity and rights but rules as a fascist pig. The chatter said fucking quickly. Hilarious. fuck him and his country.
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Thursday, December 8, 2011

My Memoirs



My Move [Pass Through] Through the Greater Eugene/Springfield Metropolitan Area: Fucking Eugene They Fucking Drink Fucking heavy up here. Hunh Unc Jim?

Chapter One
The Welcome Inn

The Dump

            As mom I hastily drove around trying not to turndown a one way we stumbled upon this nice looking place with an upper middle, Arab family running the operation. They were nice people. They just had towels, older than my mother. So I woke up with the sleeping bag half off, we didn’t sleep underneath the covers. I start to load the car, a slightly inebriated young individual, call to his buddy.

“Ya, got a straw bro?”

            I slam the door as Mom and I burst into laughter followed by an exchange of some drug using stories. It was an especially crisp October afternoon. I don’t recall which day of the week. I do remember loading the car up as quick as possible so we could leave this dump.
            As I pulled into the Ye Old Pancake house, my mouth watered in anticipation for the chocolate pancakes I would have for the second time. Mom was an especially angry bird this morning; she grew weary of the small town diner while yearning for her city by the bay. I was confident in my decision to up and leave.

“Fuck em, I played that shit out. 15 minutes from any bridge come on man. Fuck the bay.”

            As my anger subsided and the sugar from the orange juice feed my sugar addiction, my mom pleaded for me to give up my plans to move out of state. I disregarded these concerns and spoke about the big Duck game coming up. Stanford was hot coming in. People were sleeping on the Ducks. Locals knew though, a stomping was in quick order. They were faster and stronger and well coached. The tree was burnt, early and often. As we ate as quickly as possible our yearning for the northwest coast was coming on like some good ecstasy. The drug yearning grew as I though about using. We tipped the waitress who was sexy and taller than me. I grabbed a copy of Eugene weekly, I laughed as I saw the big cannabis leaf on the cover.
            As we headed to the coast, I cracked the sun roof in my middle class Ford Focus. I sparked a blunt up as mom sped up. My head moved in a circle as I looked around for rollers and troopers.

“GUN IT” I said as the coast to the coast seemed clear. The ZTS quickly picked up speed as we moved toward the northwest coast. I grabbed the SLR from the back seat. I looked through the sun roof, nothing but sunny skies.
“It’s beautiful here when it’s not raining” Mom expressed her happiness with the journey to the coast.  
“Here’s our buddy again, let’s pick him up!” I proclaimed as mom shot me with a, you’re kidding look. His sign read “COAST” scruffy and in need of help I handed him the rest of the change in my pocket and said,
“Be easy homey.”
Chapter 2

The Second One


As I took a drag from the Newport that dangled from my lip, the cake came on quick. It is in hindsight, that I knew I should have waited a few hours and let the cannabis wear off a bit.

“All right Unc Jim, I’m gonna get up out here”

I glanced at my phone, it read 8:03. Early enough, I thought. I turned the volume all the way to the right, the two tens blared some rap music. I hit the gas and turned the wheel a bit. Getting loose is what they called it in the Bay. Dirt and dust flew up and my car came to a sideways stop. I straightened her up and gunned it and quickly stopping while I peaked out of the intersection. The ride through Eugene was quick, oddly enough. As I punched it, my exit was quickly approaching. I slowed down, hit the signal. The next thing I remember was seeing an officer of the law make a sharp u turn and get behind me. I thought,

“Fuck it, get your money worth, you could loose this clown. No, I am no criminal. I am just a pot smoker who loves to drive.”

“May I have your license and registration please?” The officer pronounced his presence with authority.

Damn the special cop who gave the second sobriety test. I though deeply.

“It’s an information game, don’t give them any. Another night in jail won’t be that bad”
It smells like trees, there’s no disputing that.
“Yes sir I smoked marijuana a few hours ago. No I will not take your ‘sobriety’ test.”
“You’re under arrest” said the arresting officer.
“Whatever” I muttered as I mentality prepared for my second night in jail in less than two weeks.
“At least it aint John George,” we both chuckled as he remembered my story from the first arrest. 

Monday, December 5, 2011

Rob Van Dank

ROB VAN DAMNED

RVD

RVD

Just like a real olympiad.


Saturday, December 3, 2011

STUCK ON KEYS










I can't get off Diary. I need one. U knows what's up!

Hope my #1 is reading this. 

They drink heavy in Eugene! Ducks win.

n even heavier across the rivers in Springfield Oregon. I just moved from Hayward CA. It's a suburb  of Oakland and San Francisco. Trees are more common than dirt up now. I heard it dries up a few months after harvest. Land is cheap and there are tons of lightly guarded native and public lands. The country is beautiful. I love it. The bay is a very unique place and so is Lane County. Oregon State, Corvallis is even more beatfuil sceneary; rivers, lakes and mountains, I found my little college mounatin town. .

It's fucking meth fucking city up here. The dopehaeds are just as ruthless as the ones from the Bay. They are worse because there are way less people. Thieves are crawling bars and shopping centers looking for marks. I was expecting this, but damn. I was eating dinner and a guy was picking up an order. The college aged waitress   packed up the last of the Lo Meng or something Oriethial...By the time he left, his bike was gone. Thieves, gyspys and people stuck in bad situations, all looking for a break, are you it?

Let's hope not, cause a pack of ciggrrattes, case of beer and tree go a long way, a fucking long way. They love to barter up here, trees, meth, thizz. They do it big up here, I dig it. So if your in Lane County, holler and be EASY.

And the police aint got shit to do except kick the bums out of Springfield and give people DUIs for smoking pot and then driving. :(