Philippine top cop says police try to save lives of drugs war victims   
MANILA (Reuters) - The Philippines' police chief on Friday stood by anti-narcotics officers and rejected a Reuters investigation that pointed to a pattern of police sending corpses of drug suspects to hospitals to destroy crime scene evidence and hide executions.

          18-year-old woman shot dead in apparent road rage incident   
'Every cop in three states is looking for that truck'
          Sergeant Sues Police Department Over A Black Cop Depicted As A Monkey In Training Video   
Source: Urban Intellectuals Images of black people depicted as monkeys is flat offensive. Just about anyone will tell you that in 2015. Anyone except those working inside the San Diego Police Department’s training division. Sergeant […]
          Boston Cop Suspended 6 Months For Making ‘Black People Have Met Their Match’ Video   
A Boston police officer has been suspended for six months without pay for making a controversial video that featured the tagline, “This summer, black people have met their match.” Officer Joseph DeAngelo Jr. recorded the video like […]
          MUSIC PREMIERE: Chiboy Yking Ft. Nature Black – Pretty Girl   

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          Philippine top cop says police try to save lives of drugs war victims   
MANILA (Reuters) - The Philippines' police chief on Friday stood by anti-narcotics officers and rejected a Reuters investigation that pointed to a pattern of police sending corpses of drug suspects to hospitals to destroy crime scene evidence and hide executions.

          Writing Cop Fiction in the Age of Black Lives Matter    
Crime writer Don Winslow says writing a novel about cops and cartels involves some pretty serious research. “In researching these books,” says Winslow, “I meet people. I’ve been to the funerals, talked to the cops. I’ve made the sympathy calls!” His newest book, about the NYPD, is The Force.

In the Spiel, Trump’s worst tweet yet! Oh boy.

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          The New York City SBS Receipt Social Contract   
Living in New York is a continuous assault on the senses - in a good way. You get to see, hear, and experience so many things unique to the city, that it becomes commonplace in a while. But every few days, I have a new experience that makes me love this city even more. This is one such experience.

This semester I have been teaching in the Bronx 3 days a week. The commute is long, and involves something I have never had to resort to in Manhattan - riding the bus! I take a subway train from Manhattan to the Fordham Rd station. And from there, take a bus to the Fordham campus, about a mile away.

This is an SBS (Select Bus Service) bus. Unlike normal buses, where you pay the fare when entering from the front door, the SBS buses require you to swipe your metrocard at the bus stop, take a receipt, and keep it in your pocket. The driver assumes that everyone has a receipt. Most of the times, no one checks if you actually have the receipt. But once in a while, when you get off the bus, an MTA employee is waiting to check your receipt. If you don't have it, you pay a fine. Doesn't happen too often (I've encountered receipt checkers only 3 times in the last 3 months), but acts as a deterrent against free riders.

Obviously, you need to get the receipt from the fare machine BEFORE the bus gets there. Which is what I usually do. I get off the subway, walk to the bus stop which is a block away, swipe my card, take the receipt, and wait for the bus. That receipt is free, because transfer from an MTA subway to an MTA bus is free. So I'm not paying the city of New York another $2.25, just getting a proof of the fact that I have a right to be on the bus.

A couple of days ago, I got off the subway, and saw that the bus was already at the stop. Instinctively, I ran. I wasn't in a hurry or anything. I could just as easily have taken the next bus and been well in time for my class. But the human urge to run after the earliest bus is as irresistible as the canine urge to chase cars. So I ran.

As I ran, I started wondering if I really could catch the bus. I would have to go to the fare machine, swipe my card and get the receipt (a process than takes 10-15 seconds), and then get on the bus. New York City bus drivers, quite understandably, don't hang around waiting for tardy passengers. Time, tide, and MTA buses wait for no one. It seemed like I would probably miss the bus. I still kept running.

As I approached the bus, before I could head to the fare machine, a man getting down from the rear door thrust his hand out in my direction. In New York, if a stranger makes a strange gesture, you ignore it. So I did. Another man did the same thing, trying to hand me something. I assumed he was handing out fliers like someone at every street block in the city seems to be doing, ignored him, and kept running. Although I was in no particular hurry, I kept hoping I could get to the fare machine, get the receipt, and hop aboard before the bus left.

When I was about to run past the middle door towards the fare machine, a big black guy about 2 metres tall and almost as wide stood halfway in my path. With a swift motion of his arm, he thrust something in my hand and grunted,

"The f**k's wrong withchoo man? Get on the damn bus!"

I stopped dead in my tracks. Not like I had a choice, given that he was blocking my way. I looked at my hand. It held an SBS receipt. I looked up and saw the big lug had already started lumbering away. He looked back at me and said,

"You gonna miss the bus."

With the receipt in my hand, I hopped aboard, and stood there, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. It took several seconds for me to grasp the concept. And I finally understood that the other guys thrusting their hands at me had been trying to do the same thing - hand me their receipts.

I had been the beneficiary of a benevolent social contract that seemed to have come about among those who travel on SBS buses. When you're getting off the bus, if you see someone running to catch it, you give them your receipt. The receipt is no good to you anyway after you've gotten off. The poor running sap will have to go to the fare machine, and will probably miss the bus. So an elegant solution to help others out - give them your receipt.

The simplicity and elegance of this implicit social contract almost made me go "AWWWWWWWW". There's no way to know how this norm started or when. But it's another example of how human beings thrown together in a tough situation develop mechanisms to help each other out. Often, when it's a tough situation brought on by "the man" or the government. It's a bit like how drivers on the interstate highways, when they see a cop hiding in the bushes to catch speeders, flash their lights to oncoming drivers to warn them.

The next time I get off the SBS and see someone sprinting towards the bus, I am going to hold out my receipt for them too. That really is the essence of "pay it forward".
          Move to block Nicole’s candidacy   

Legal moves have been initiated against the Congress of the People (COP) giving the party until today to halt the candidacy of Nicole Dyer-Griffith in the party’s July 9 leadership election.

If not, court proceedings will commence to secure this, according to a pre-action protocol letter from attorney Alvin Ramroop to COP↔Leader Dr Anirudh Mahabir and COP↔general secretary Clyde Weatherhead. It was sent on Tuesday. Responses were sought from them by yesterday but a requested extension shifted that deadline to today.

Griffith -Dyer is contesting the poll along with Carolyn Seepersad- Bachan and Sharon Gopaul- McNichol.

However, attorney Ramroop, representing COP member Kirt Francis , a former executive officer, wrote the party regarding alleged unlawful ratification of new members and ineligibility of new members to vote at/ to contest leadership election.

The letter claimed COP’s ratification of Dyer-Griffith’s membership in COP↔was null and void since it didn’t meet party constitutional rules. It called for the party to bar Dyer- Griffith from contesting or voting in the election and to have systems in place for a national executive to be elected.

Mahabir said, “I’m not commenting on any letter or whether we received it..... we have no reason to postpone the election at this time,”

McNichol, who said she’d heard of the legal moves , but was not part of it , said she resigned as COP deputy leader and from the COP’s interim “lead team” on February 13 following concerns on “many matters including unorthodox” procedures.

However ,support for Dyer-Griffith has come from Opposition↔Senator Rodger Samuel who said, Her candidacy brings freshness to the party’s helm and she has the propensity to draw youths.,”

COP’s founder, Winston Dookeran, said Dyer- Griffith contacted him on Tuesday asking to speak with her and he confirmed he would be speaking with her .

On Monday, Carolyn Seepersad- Bachan indicated she had support from Dookeran. He’d endorsed her in the 2014 leadership poll.

Dookeran,who’s working overseas, told the T&T Guardian on Wednesday, “Carolyn did speak to me about her candidacy and I told her that I was happy there is a contest and that she has offered herself to stay in the politics. “

“Yesterday (Tuesday), Nicole e-mailed me a request to talk, and I will be more than pleased to do so. Other than that, I have been very much out of T&T, and do hope that the COP may again initiate a healthy, not fake, political narrative that touches the young persons of our country. Although, I am now far off, my hope is that a ‘team effort’ will emerge in our politics.”

Former leader Prakash Ramadhar said he didn’t think former leaders “should get involved in elections save in extreme circumstances , so if I have personal views, I’m not sharing them. But I won’t allow the party to fall,”

“Many clamoured for leadership for years, but weren’t willing to do the work and criticised without assisting. I saw it fit for those clamouring to take leadership to see what improvements they may or can bring until the next election.”

“ I learned we must always bring together all who are interested in improving citizens’ lives. That includes people you may not wish to befriend, but if we have a common goal, I’m willing to work with anyone on ideals COP espouses. In politics, you have the good, the bad and the ugly and you have to be able to work with as many to achieve power to make the necessary changes.”

          "The Grudge Match Hollywood Blockbuster" The Official Movie Budweiser Boxing Ring Canvas Mat - Kansas City MO - Friday June 16th, 2017 - Equip-Bid Auctions Inc   
Auction - Kansas City MO - Friday June 16th, 2017 - Equip-Bid Auctions Inc | In Case You Have Not Seen The MovieGrudge Match is a 2013 Sports Comedy film starring Robert De Niro and Sylvester Stallone as aging boxers stepping into the ring for one last bout Stallone and De Niro have both previously been in successful boxing films Rocky and Raging Bull respectively and worked together in Cop Land The film is directed by Peter Segal It was previously scheduled for a January 10 2014 release but was moved up to December 25 2013This Is The Official Mat Used In The M
          Comentari de Raimon Quera a Raimon Quera de la Llibreria Quera   
Va ser molt divertit, però el proper cop us faré xerrar més a vosaltres. arreveure, Raimon Quera
           Philippine top cop says police try to save lives of drugs war victims    
MANILA, June 30 (Reuters) - The Philippines' police chief on Friday stood by anti-narcotics officers and rejected a Reuters investigation that pointed to a...
          Playing Good Cop/Bad Cop Can Be GREAT Parenting (If You Do It Right...)   
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Is your husband too soft with the kids, while you try to be more consistent and strict as a parenting style? That's good cop/bad cop parenting, and it doesn't necessarily have to be bad. Here's how to do it RIGHT, to raise happy, healthy kids!

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Highly Recommended

Decoy a one-season undercover cop show from 1957-58, was unknown to this reviewer until it turned up in our unwanted screener pile. Because it starred cult actress Beverly Garland I was moderately curious to see it, only to discover that it's an unusual, even groundbreaking series of exceptional interest.

For starters, it was the first - and still among the very few - American cop show with a female protagonist. One would imagine that, Decoy coming from the 1950s, that a male co-star would have been required to do all the heavy lifting, to sweep in and save the day, but such is not the case at all.

In 1957, most television production was shifting to Hollywood, but Decoy was filmed entirely in New York City. Possibly owing to the fact that Garland was not quite a star, there are innumerable "stolen" shots of her filmed all over the city, from major landmarks to virtually unrec...Read the entire review

          Cop Gets Off With Boating Violation for Handcuffing College Kid and Watching Him Drown   
Now, the man responsible for the death of a star college student is facing a maximum of a $500 fine and six months in jail. However, the chances of the officer spending any time behind bars are slim to none.

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          Cop Hits Little Girl With Motorcycle Then Shoots and Kills Her Angry Black Father!   
          Comment on I Want a Gun So Small I Can Conceal It Well by Joe O'Sullivan   
So much of this denigrating of mouseguns is so logically flawed. The scenariosame posited are nonsensical followed by "but better to be safe". The gun control arguments quickly evolve into distances of twenty feet. Caliber arguments evolve into stopping power. Lets get real. I am not a cop or caped crusader, I do not get into arguments or altercations that could escalate into personal attacks. The bad guy I ecounter will not be a psycho meth head or Mad Max in leathers. It will be a mugger or drunk or sexual deviant with a normal will to live. Given that assumption here is the reality, I will not be firing my gun at a distance greater than 10 feet. probably much less if the person is advancing. So let's take the gun control crap off the table. Center mass a little more than an arms length away, not an issue. Stopping power. The gun, regardless of size, IS the stopping power, I am not looking to arrest the guy, only inctivising him to stop and go away. I grew up in the city and know these guys. They become downright charming when the tables turn, They know they play the odds every time they do it. This is not Hollywood with glib one liners and steely eyed villians, This is " whoa dude, chill. My bad. Sorry". There is no percentage in hanging around or escalating if a simple mugging goes sideways, Only cops and movie stars encounter people who advance on people pointing guns at them. Sorry but that is the truth. And if you face that one in million or billion who ignores the most basic of human instincts and moves toward certain death for no good reason you pull the trigger as you back away. I don't know what universe you have to be in to imagine any human being who just experience the sudden explosive sound of a gun at close range and the impact of any size bullet and may be within minutes of dying, especially if he will be shot more times not having survival instincts kick in and flee. I now keep handy little Beretta 22lr in my pocket at all times. It is a well made firearm as reliable as any larger gun. It is loaded with the most powerful copperclad bullets that will consistently penetration to the required 12 inches, The round is appropriate for its size and it handles well. With so many small high caliber guns dominating the market the bad guy isn't going to assume a small round from a small gun. Because it is a pleasure to shoot I go to the range often. Far more than when I Han my mini nine. And the gun is loud as hell, Gunshots attract attention and sound travels a long way, Bad guys like a few things: easy money, to be in control, and no attention, The diminutive little buddy that travels everywhere in my pocker will deny him of all there just as surely as a street cannon will, With the added advantage that j the little guy is nestled in my palm and all but impossible to grab or dislodge, Ideal for a real close physical encounter. Weigh the odds of facing the one in a million psychopath vs, the chances of not having your heavier gun with you.
          Kristen Stewart Did NOT “Drop ‘Twilight’ Movie Plans,” Despite Report   
Kristen Stewart did NOT "drop Twilight movie plans," despite a completely false report. Gossip Cop can debunk the 100 percent wrong claim.
          Nina Dobrev, Ian Somerhalder NOT “Replacing” Kristen Stewart And Robert Pattinson In ‘Twilight,’ Despite Claims   
Nina Dobrev and Ian Somerhalder are NOT "replacing" Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson in Twilight, despite baseless reports. Gossip Cop can debunk the unfounded claims.
          El Segundo Suspect Livestreamed Cop Shootout On Facebook   
The video showed the suspect pointing a handgun at officers with gunshots ringing around him, officials said.
          Florida Cop Threatening Man For Jaywalking   

          Parents shocked as North Carolina school cop arrested for kidnapping and raping student   
Bond has been set at 2.5 million dollars for a Durham North Carolina school resource officer accused of kidnapping a child and having sexual relations with her. Deputy Christopher Kelly, 40, was charged with, Statutory Sex Offense with a Child, First Degree Sexual Exploitation of a Minor, Second Degree Sexual Exploitation of a Minor, Indecent Liberties with a Child, Sex Acts with a Student, and Second Degree Kidnapping. He is currently being held for "safe keeping" in prison. Kelly, who was fired at the end of April as a result of the charges, was the school resource officer at Northern High School in Durham. "I think like anyone else he's nervous, he's scared and he's wanting to have his day in court," said Daniel Meier attorney for the former officer who was allegedly supposed to have been protecting the students from someone like himself. The teenage victim's father said Kelly approached him, and much like an Uncle/niece type of relationship wanted to mentor his daughter. "It seemed appropriate at the time," the father said discussing the relationship with reporters from Eyewitness News 11.
          Missouri cop gets off with boating violation after handcuffing college kid, watching him drown   
Even after claiming he was responsible for the boy's death by watching him drown, this cop is getting off with a slap on the wrist citation Nearly two years after Trooper Anthony Piercy was charged in the death of Brandon Ellingson, who drowned in the Lake of the Ozarks with his hands cuffed behind his back, the case has been closed. Predictably, the offending officer is getting off with less than a slap on the wrist. For handcuffing a college student, negligently casting him into a lake, and watching as he drowned, Trooper Piercy pleaded guilty to a simple boating violation. On May 31, 2014. Trooper Piercy arrested Ellingson under suspicion of OWI and negligently placed the wrong life jacket over the handcuffed 20-year-old's torso. Piercy then drove his patrol boat away from the scene at a high rate of speed. Ellingson was thrown from the craft when it struck a sizeable wake, the life jacket came off, and he drowned with his hands still in cuffs while Piercy callously watched on. "He's an evil person," Ellingson's father Craig told The Daily Beast on Wednesday. "The reason we decided to go to the plea deal was it was tainted down there," in Morgan County, Missouri's court system.
          State Police: Troy cop said he tipped off drug raid for ‘ass’   
A longtime Troy police officer accused of tipping off a woman about a drug raid in North Central allegedly gave State Police a crude explanation for why he got caught up in the case. “I did this all for a piece of ass,” Patrolman Brian Gross unsolicitedly told an investigator on July 29 at Troop
          The Third Rail   
I am just back from Chicago, what a town that is! I am sure the winters are brutal, but in the nice weather, it is really something. The incredible architecture, cool neighborhoods, great food add up to a lot of fun. Being large of course, and with its reputation for shady politics it is also a great setting for a crime novel. Chicago's Michael Harvey's the Third Rail is his third book featuring Michael Kelly. The character may be a little too familiar (Irish, cop turned PI, problems with authority,) but the story isn't. It starts with random killings on the L trains and builds into a broader plot involving revenge, those nasty city politics and the lingering effects of a train crash.

This one is bleaker and nastier than the average crime novel. It feels like the mid period Lehanes in the level of violence and cruelty on the part of the bad guys. This is not a cozy crime novel by any means. It also pulls in quite a bit of the serial killer and thriller genres into crime picture.

The plot is fairly complicated and it can be a bit hard to follow, especially as Harvey intends the protagonists to be at a loss for the beginning of the book. Still, it is good to see new writers developing and taking the stories out of LA and New York.
          Ex-Burlington Township cop sentenced for vehicular homicide   
A former Burlington Township police officer, whose car crash in Florence Township last September killed his passenger, begins a four-year prison term for vehicular homicide. Continue reading…
          Knock Outs   
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          Black Cop Accidentally Shot Like He Was ‘An Ordinary Black Guy On The Street’ – Majority Report   

In this Majority Report clip, we discuss an incident in St. Louis during which a police chase happened to end right outside of an off-duty African American police officer’s home. The officer exited his home with his service weapon to help, and although two officers initially told him to get down, they recognized him and

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          Comment on Off Duty Lansing Cop Assaults Teenager Because His Friend Trespassed by itsplaster   
The whole thing started because a white kid was sitting on the guy's porch. Not this kid. PIGgray I see put this under your comment. Was meant for OP. Sorry.
          Comment on Off Duty Lansing Cop Assaults Teenager Because His Friend Trespassed by itsplaster   
He did not trespass. Another kid was sitting on the guy's porch and he's all over this kid about the other kid. The other kid took off.
          Larry Alert   
This thing has more eyes than your missus, Larry Alert, thanks to the magic of special radar movement-sensing technology, can keep tabs on several things at once–whether it be your car, your unattended outdoor gear, or beach equipment. Should anything within a 15×20-feet radius go for an unauthorized wander, this smart security device will send an alert to your smartphone along with a picture of the thief. How Robocop is that?
          Master Classics of Poker – Hemmaseger i 25-års jubileumet   

Det blev tillslut holländaren Hakim Zoufri som vann den 25:e upplagan av Master Classics of Poker i Amsterdam.

Zoufri överlevde ett fält om 356 personer för att vinna titeln och €275,608 i prispengar.

Det är det näst största spelfältet i turneringens historia.

I heads-up spelet besegrade han tysken Fabio Sperling, och det blev en utdragen historia.

Extradag på schemat

När casinot skulle stänga på fredagen återstod fortfarande två spelare i Main Event, man beslutade därför att lägga till en extra speldag på schemat.

Hakim Zoufri Master Classics of Poker
7-7 vinner flippen

Den dagen visade sig bli kortvarig.

Zoufri behövde bara 30 minuter på sig för att ta hem alla markerna och segern.

Sperling gick visserligen in i duellen som chipleader, men som alla vet så kan förutsättningarna snabbt förändras i poker, och när tysken plockade upp A-Qs åkte hans sista 30 big blinds in i mitten.

Zoufri satt på 7-7, och när brädan blankade kunde holländaren räkna in ytterligare €275k på kontot.

Fabio Sperling fick nöja sig med €184,820 för sin andraplats.

Inför finalbordet var det den finska veteranen Juha Helppi som ledde, han slutade dock på en fjärdeplats.

Turneringens kanske hetaste spelare – Charlie Carrel, åkte ut först av alla på en niondeplats för €27k. Totalt nådde han tre finalbord nere i Amsterdam.

Resultat MCOP Main Event 2016

Hakim Zoufri (Nederländerna) - €275,608 Fabio Sperling (Tyskland) - €184,820 Ivan Arbatsky (Kazakstan) - €128,147 Juha Helppi (Finland) - €92,057 Stefan Fabian (Rumänien) - €68,514 Samuli Sipila (Finland) - €52,584 Michiel Brosky (Nederländerna) - €41,447 Rashed Zade (Nederländerna) - €33,411 Charlie Carrel (England) - €27,349

Bästa svensk blev Dennis Berglin. Han fick €13,6k för en 22:a plats.

Den mest noterbara svenskinsatsen var Robin Ylitalos seger i sidoeventet €1,500 No-Limit Hold’em Re-entry för €101k. På finalbordet överlevde han bland annat highroller-stjärnan Ole Schemion.

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          Cesiune drepturi de autor. Care e regimul fiscal?   
In analiza urmatoare, stabilim care sunt procedurile in cazul in care o persoana fizica cesioneaza drepturile de autor unei societati si atinge plafonul de 220.000 lei. Vom vedea ce obligatii fiscale apar, daca se face inregistrarea in scopuri de TVA si daca se emite factura. De asemenea, daca suma bruta este 30.000 lei, vom vedea cum se emite factura si daca se aplica TVA. 1. Depasire plafon 220.000 lei (anual) si obligatie inregistrare in scop TVA. Din punct de vedere al TVA este considerata...
          It’s a fair Cop Guv’   
The star attraction on Strongs stand at this years CV Show was a Nissan Navara double cab 4×4 in the colours of Sussex Police. This vehicle was fitted with a Strongs full body conversion and the vehicle is to be used by Sussex Police as a complete Incident Support Unit. Within the body, there is a fully extendable light mast
          Arranca el 48º Festival de Sitges   


Desde hoy y hasta el próximo 18 de octubre se celebra la 48ª edición del SITGES - Festival Internacional de Cinema Fantàstic de Catalunya, por el que pasarán algunas de las propuestas más interesantes del cine de terror y fantástico del mundo, y que se amplia a la comedia negra o el thriller más trepidante. Este año, el festival arranca con la proyección de 'La Bruja' ('The Witch'), la ópera prima del británico Robert Eggers que le valió el premio a la mejor dirección el el pasado Festival de Sundande.

Este año, la Sección Oficial a concurso de largometrajes está compuesta por 36 títulos entre los cuales se encuentran algunas de las películas más comentadas y esperadas de la próximo temporada. Así, nos topamos con una de las sensaciones del año en Alemania, 'Victoria' de Sebastian Schipper; la española 'Vulcania', ópera prima de José Skaf; 'Knock Knock' de Eli Roth, con Keanu Reeves y Ana de Armas como protagonistas; 'Macbeth' de Justin Kurzel o 'Cementery of Splendour' de Apichatpong Weerasethakul, entre muchísimas otras.

'Victoria' 'Victoria' de Sebastian Schipper

Además, como cada año, el festival rendirá homenaje a un buen puñado de profesionales del cine que han sido exponentes claros del cine fantástico. Entre los homenajeados de este año se encuentran Nicolas Winding Rifn, Oliver Stone, Terry Jonnes y Sion Sono, entre otros.

Aquí podéis ver la lista completa de películas de la Sección Oficial:

  • 'As the Gods Will' de Takashi Miike
  • 'Baskin' de Can Evrenol
  • 'Bone Tomahawk' de S. Craig Zahler
  • 'Cemetery of Splendour' de Apichatpong Weerasethakul
  • 'Cop Car' de Jon Watts
  • 'Demon' de Marcin Wrona
  • 'El cadáver de Anna Fritz' de Hèctor Hernández Vicens
  • 'Endorphine' de André Turpin
  • 'February' de Osgood Perkins
  • 'Frankenstein' de Bernard Rose
  • 'Green Room' de Jeremy Saulnier
  • 'I Am a Hero' de Shinsuke Sato
  • 'Journey to the shore' de Kiyoshi Kurosawa
  • 'Knock Knock' de Eli Roth
  • 'Le tout noveau testament' de Jaco van Dormael
  • 'Ludo' de Nikon, Q
  • 'Macbeth' de Justin Kurzel
  • 'Maggie' de Henry Hobson
  • 'Miss Hokusai' de Keiichi Hara
  • 'Parasyte' de Takashi Yamazaki
  • 'Parasyte Part 2' de Takashi Yamazaki
  • 'Schneider vs. Bax' de Alex van Warmerdam
  • 'Tag' de Sion Sono
  • 'The Boy' de Craig Macneill
  • 'The Devil's Candy' de Sean Byrne
  • 'The Final Girls' de Todd Strauss-Schulson
  • 'The Gift' de Joel Edgerton
  • 'The Hallow' de Corin Hardy
  • 'The Invitation' de Karyn Kusama
  • 'The Survivalist' de Stephen Fingleton
  • 'Turbo Kid' de Anouk Whissell, François Simard, Yoann-Karl Whissell
  • 'Victoria' de Sebastian Schipper
  • 'Vulcania' de José Skaf
  • 'We are Still Here' de Ted Geoghegan
  • 'What We Become (aka Sorgenfri)' de Bo Mikkelsen
  • 'Yakuza Apocalypse: The Great War of the Underworld' de Takashi Miike

          FollowUs – Die Netzpiloten-Tipps aus Blogs & Mags   

ROBOCOP golem: Dubai führt Polizeiroboter für Patrouillen ein: Bei der 360° Überwachung sollen jetzt kleine, selbstfahrende Miniatur-Polizeiautos der Polizei in Dubai unter die Arme greifen. Als Helfershelfer werden sie Menschenmengen beobachten und nach gesuchten Personen fahnden. Informationen, wie beispielsweise Kamerabilder, schicken sie ihren Kollegen dann an die Zentrale. Zur Orientierung

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          1624 - Thomas Shapiro: Toxic Inequality: How America’s Wealth Gap Destroys Mobility, Deepens the Racial Divide, and Threatens Our Future   

When Mitch McConnell promised to fight to expand health care and not destroy it.

Thomas Shapiro, the Pokross Professor of Law and Social Policy and Director, Institute on Assets and Social Policy at Brandeis University and author of, “Toxic Inequality: How America’s Wealth Gap Destroys Mobility, Deepens the Racial Divide, and Threatens Our Future", explains the trend towards stalled social mobility in America. The intersection with the widening racial wealth gap. Intergenerational wealth and race. The estate tax and structural inequality. The absurdity and danger of cutting the estate tax. Housing policy and wealth generation. Social Security and the exclusion of African Americans. Schools, property taxes and inequality and the myth of understanding generational wealth and how we deluded ourselves about how wealth is generated and why all American families need assets and social protection.

On The Fun Half: Trump throws tantrum aimed at Morning Joe on Twitter. Sarah Huckabee does more hopeless spinning. Dana Loesch with a bizarre NRA ad and a trip down conspiracy theory lane. African American off duty cop killed and the bigger picture of policing and the African American community and your calls and IMs.

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          Συμβουλές δροσιάς   

Πώς να είσαι δροσερά στο σπίτι

Θυμίσου τη γενική αρχή

Για να έχεις μία καλή θερμοκρασία στο εσωτερικό, πρέπει πρώτα από όλα να κρατήσεις τον ήλιο έξω από το σπίτι σου και μετά να φροντίσεις για το δροσισμό του.


Χρησιμοποιήσε σκίαστρα

Τέντες, ξύλινα στέγαστρα και πέργκολες μπορούν να αποδειχθούν σωτήρια στη θωράκιση του σπιτιού μας από τη ζέστη.


Ακόμα δεν έχεις βάλει ανεμιστήρες οροφής;

Είναι φθηνοί στην αγορά (ξεκινούν από 30 ευρώ) και μπορούν να δροσίσουν πολύ αποτελεσματικά και οικονομικά. Σκέψου ότι ένας ανεμιστήρας οροφής καταναλώνει έως και 15 φορές λιγότερο ηλεκτρικό ρεύμα απο ό,τι ένα κλιματιστικό.


Αν χρησιμοποιήσεις το κλιματιστικό...

κάντο έξυπνα και συνδύασέ το με τον ανεμιστήρα οροφής. Ανέβασε τη θερμοκρασία του κλιματιστικού στους 29 βαθμούς και βάλε παράλληλα τον ανεμιστήρα. Ακόμα και τις πιο ζεστές ημέρες, θα έχεις ικανοποιητικά επίπεδα δροσισμού με εξοικονόμηση ενέργειας έως και 40% σε σχέση με ένα κλιματιστικό που λειτουργεί μόνο του (προφανώς σε χαμηλότερη θερμοκρασία). Τέλος, είναι πολύ σημαντικό να μην ξεχνάς να κάνεις συντήρηση του κλιματιστικού σου.


Κάνοντας το κατιτίς παραπάνω:

Αν έχεις κήπο και γενικά μεγάλους ακάλυπτους χώρους, φύτεψε φυλλοβόλα δέντρα

Αν μένεις σε διαμέρισμα, άσε αναρριχώμενα φυτά να αγκαλιάσουν πέργκολες και τοίχους. Δεν θα έχεις μόνο περισσότερη δροσιά την άνοιξη και το καλοκαίρι, αλλά και ένα πιο όμορφο μπαλκόνι.

Βάψε το εξωτερικό μέρος με μη απορροφητικά (ανοιχτά) χρώματα

Όταν η ακτινοβολία πέφτει πάνω σε μία επιφάνεια, τότε είτε απορροφάται είτε ανακλάται είτε συμβαίνουν και τα δύο. Οι μουντοί, σκουρόχρωμοι εξωτερικοί τοίχοι απορροφούν το 70-90% της ακτινοβολίας, με αποτέλεσμα να αυξάνουν τη θερμοκρασία στο εσωτερικό του σπιτιού και εσύ να λειτουργείς τέρμα το κλιματιστικό για να μην βράζεις. Προστάτεψε λοιπόν το σπίτι σου, την υγεία σου και το πορτοφόλι σου και βάψε το εξωτερικό μέρος με μη απορροφητικά (ανοιχτά) χρώματα και ειδικά ‘ψυχρά’ υλικά (συμβουλέψου έναν αρχιτέκτονα ή πολιτικό μηχανικό).

Ακόμα καλύτερα...

μπορείς να φτιάξεις μία πράσινη ταράτσα. Δοκίμασε κάτι απλό, όπως το να βάλεις πολλές γλάστρες και φυτά καλύπτοντας την εκτεθειμένη επιφάνεια στον ήλιο. Για καλύτερα αποτελέσματα, συμβουλέψου έναν πολιτικό μηχανικό ή επισκέψου ένα κηποτεχνικό γραφείο για το πώς να φτιάξεις έναν πραγματικό κήπο.

Τα διπλά τζάμια και τα σύγχρονα κουφώματα...

θα σε βοηθήσουν να κρατήσεις τη ζέστη απ’ έξω τα καυτά μεσημέρια του καλοκαιριού και να εξοικονομήσεις ενέργεια και χρήματα. Αν μπορείς, κάνε αυτήν τη μικρή επένδυση. Το μόνο σίγουρο είναι ότι θα κάνεις απόσβεση.


Αν τελικά χρειάζεται να αγοράσεις κλιματιστικό...

Άκου πρώτα αυτό: Πριν τρέξεις να αγοράσεις την πρώτη προσφορά που θα βρεις μπροστά σου, σκέψου αν θέλεις αυτό που θα αγοράσεις τώρα να το χρυσοπληρώνεις μια ζωή. Μην ψαρώσεις με την ενεργειακή κλάση Α αφού πλέον τα περισσότερα μοντέλα είναι πολύ πιο αποδοτικά και οικονομικά από ό,τι ορίζει η κλάση Α. Διάλεξε ένα κλιματιστικό με υψηλότερη ενεργειακή κλάση που μπορεί να φτάσει πλέον μέχρι και Α+++. Εναλλακτικά, σύγκρινε στην ενεργειακή ετικέτα την εποχιακή απόδοση, (βρες στην ετικέτα την ένδειξη ‘SEER’ για ψύξη και ‘SCOP’ για θέρμανση). Για παράδειγμα, το κατώτερο όριο που απαιτείται στη θέρμανση για την ενεργειακή κλάση Α είναι SCOP 3,4 τη στιγμή που στην αγορά ήδη υπάρχουν κλιματιστικά που επιτυγχάνουν εποχιακή απόδοση πάνω από 5, άρα είναι κατά 50% πιο αποδοτικά (και οικονομικά) από ένα απλό κλιματιστικό κλάσης Α.

Επίσης προτίμησε κλιματιστικό inverter. Η σωστή ρύθμιση της θερμοκρασίας (για παράδειγμα το καλοκαίρι στους 29 βαθμούς) θα επιτρέψει στο inverter να σου εξοικονομήσει αρκετά χρήματα.

Τέλος, κατά την τοποθέτηση (από εξειδεκευμένο προσωπικό πάντα) κάνε μία χάρη στον εαυτό σου και μην αντιγράψεις τη συντριπτική πλειοψηφία του πληθυσμού που έχει τοποθετήσει την εξωτερική μονάδα μέσα στον ήλιο. Τοποθέτησέ τη σε σκιά, κατά προτίμηση στο βόρειο τμήμα του σπιτιού ή φτιάξε ένα μικρό σκίαστρο από πάνω αν αυτό δεν είναι δυνατό.


Πώς να είσαι δροσερά στην πόλη

Μην κάθεσαι σπίτι

Βγες σε μία πλατεία ή στο γειτονικό πάρκο. Ακόμα και αν δεν υπάρχουν λεφτά, ακόμα και αν ζούμε σε τσιμεντένιες πόλεις, υπάρχουν ακόμα κάπου κοντά πάρκα και πλατείες, όπου μπορείς να περάσεις καλά και φθηνά, αν όχι δωρεάν. Και να θυμάσαι ότι είναι η δική σου παρουσία που αναβαθμίζει τα πάρκα και τις πλατείες της γειτονιάς σου.


Διακοπές από την τηλεόραση

Γιατί αν βλέπεις, σημαίνει ότι κάθεσαι στο σαλόνι (ή ακόμα χειρότερα στο υπνοδωμάτιο). Προτίμησε να κάτσεις στο μπαλκόνι με την αγαπημένη σου παρέα. Αν μάλιστα φυτέψεις αρωματικά φυτά (όπως δυόσμο ή βασιλικό) ή βότανα (όπως λουίζα ή φασκόμηλο), θα είναι ακόμα πιο ευχάριστα. Ακόμα και μόνος σου το βραδάκι στο μπαλκόνι με την αγαπημένη σου σειρά στο laptop, είναι πιο ευχάριστα (και δροσερά)!


Θέλεις να ξεφύγεις από την καθημερινότητα

...και καταφεύγεις πάντα να χρησιμοποιείς το αυτοκίνητό σου. Δεν το αφήνεις καλύτερα να κάνει και αυτό διακοπές; Προτίμησε τα μέσα μεταφοράς ή ακόμα καλύτερα ένα ποδήλατο. (Για κοντινές βόλτες βέβαια, μην ξεχνάς και τα υποτιμημένα ποδαράκια σου!)


Δοκίμασε το ποδήλατό σου

...τον Αύγουστο, στους άδειους πια δρόμους της πόλης, απολαμβάνοντας μέρη που δύσκολα προσεγγίζεις τις υπόλοιπες μέρες του χρόνου.


Θερινό σινεμά!

Από τις top επιλογές που μας προσφέρει η πόλη το καλοκαιράκι. Για πιο οικονομικά: θερινό σινεμά με τους φίλους σου στην ταράτσα!



Τι και αν ξέμεινες στην πόλη καλοκαιριάτικα... φέτος ειδικά δεν είσαι ο μόνος. Μαζευτείτε λοιπόν φίλοι και γνωστοί σε μία ταράτσα και γιορτάστε το καλοκαίρι στην πόλη με do-it-yourself κοκτέιλ πάρτυ! (Tip: μην ξεχάσεις να ειδοποιήσεις τους γείτονες, ειδικά αν μένεις σε πολυκατοικία. Κάλεσέ τους για να γνωριστείτε καλύτερα ή αν δεν σου βγαίνει και δεν θες τέλος πάντων, ειδοποίησε τους τουλάχιστον για να προλάβουν να μαζέψουν τυχόν απλωμένα ρούχα τους από την ταράτσα!)

          ::WHY ARE YOU NOT GROWING??::   
Assalamualaikum..fuhhhhhhhhhh.berabuk blog ni..kihkih

Dek lama tak update kat sini, dengan alasan standard "tadak idea".wargh kahkah. Lately aku agak kesibukan sket menghandle keja-keja kat opis.Takda la sibuk sangat, lebih kepada menyibuk ja.hihihihi

Berbalik kepada tajuk entry yang agak british hari ni. Realiti dalam Malaysia. Aku tak mau cakap bab dunia lagi sebab aku bercakap tentang negara aku, dan negara kita. Sapa-sapa pun akan mengakui hakikat ini. Yang akan menafikannya hanyalah menteri mentera saja.kuikui.

facebook :janji dicapati

Aku pun mengakui hakikat ni.Ramai orang kata, bukan rezeki lagi nak buat macam mana. Ya! Itu memang benar. Rezeki semua Allah telah tetapkan. Tapi agak berlaku sedikit kekecewaan dalam hati bila mana, semuaaaaaaaaaaaa nya membesar dengan jayanya kecuali SALARY. Heyyyy you, why so short? Is it mean that we are not put enough effort to gain more??? Ha...keluau dah ayat british aku.. Pada aku, masih berlaku di kalangan siswazah yang ada degree, master tapi nasib masih tak menyebelahi. Macam tak laku. 

Ramai orang menyalahkan graduan sendiri, kononnya, belajaq maleh, tadak usaha, tak yakin diri, tak perform well in communication, tak lawa. Macam- macam lah. Takkan sebab tak pandai cakap then we just throw away this candidate. Sejauh mana kita menyedari hakikat ini. Aku melihat situasi sekarang memang amat menekan.Walau pun aku ada background education yang boleh tahan jugak, haha tapi bila ada yang mengadu dengan aku tentang SALARY, yaaaaa. aku amat bersyukur, sebab ramai lagi yang lagi susah dari aku. Tapi depa yang hanya tau kritik, tapi tak tolong apa-apa sebenaqnya depa taktau apa yang depa sebenaqnya lagi teruk. Menjatuhkan semangat orang.Errrr, boleh ka dikategorikan sebagai kera sumbangan? wakakakakaka.

Kesian sangat. Kadang-kadang bila tengok situasi menekan macam ni, aku taktau macam mana nak start pujuk diri sendiri. Bersyukur tu bersyukur la dengan apa yang ada. Apa yang Allah bagi. Tapi setiap apa yang menyebabkan penindasan dari manusia yang menyebabkan manusia lain susah. Aku gerammm amat! Ya, sangat! Suara disekat, sapa bersuara, bersiap siaga lah anda. Walaupun blog cikai aku ni pun ada terselit bab politik, tu pun ada jugak yang stalker sebab posting politik. kihkih. Sampai tara tu....aku tau la.... haha. Tu baru secebis dua saja. Aku pun bukan update benda menipu, memang serius fakta. Nak takut apa.

Dengaq kata, cuepacs pun sedang bekerjasama dengan Utusan untuk boikot Air Asia? Adakah ini benar? Tapi sebelum nak boikot-boikot ni baik tolong tengok sama nasib pekerja-pekerja dalam Malaysia ni. Bukan apa, kesian depa. Ada kesatuan sekerja pun, macam tak terpuliharaaaaaa ja nasib pekerja-pekerja bawahan. Berpuluh ribu kot pekerja kontrak yang memohon dibela nasib mereka. Kot-kot la ada adik beradik presiden cuepacs mai baca statement aku ni, mohon tolong sampaikan kat beliau ye! Kalau nak harapkan presiden mai baca sendiri, memang tak la kan? kah kah.

Kami memang tak boleh masuk TV3 nak mengadu, sebab kalau mengadu, nanti memang dicop Pembangkang. Tapi that is reality. Who else that can help us..Who else wanna hear us? Nobody, nobody. Nobody, NO BALDI.

p/s : Ni cadang ke soalan?kehkeh.

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Many Americans believe that convictions of law enforcement officers for shooting someone while on duty are too rare. But experts say jurors are hesitant to convict cops for making mistakes on the job.
          FEIRA DE NANTERRE 2017   

Decorreu nosfeira,de,nanterre,2017,camara,municipal,arcop,maire,pombal,arcos,minho,folclore, passados dias 7/8/9 de Abril a décima quarta edição da maravilhosa feira de Nanterre

O crescimento incrível que tem conhecido esta festa e feira, deve muito à grande devoção dos membros da associação dos Portugueses de Nanterre "ARCOP" que todos os anos se esganam ao trabalho quase 24/24 horas, para obter uma organização sem falhas, conseguem servir perto de 6.000 refeições em 4 almoços e jantares, que confecionaram no local, nos intervalos montam e desmontam mesas e cadeiras , limpam e tornam a limpar... Bravoooo e obrigado pelo que toca ao acolho do Tuga Magazine.

Este ano receberam a visita dos representantes dos municípios de : Bragança - Pombal - Monção - Melgaço - Macedo de Cavaleiros - Mogadouro - Ribeira de Pena - Ponte da Barca - Arcos de Valdevez - Montalegre - Torre de Moncorvo - Tarouca - Amarante - Vinhais - Vimioso - Bragança - Vimioso - Vieira do Minho - Miranda do Douro - Vila Verde - Vila Flor - Vieira do Minho - Seia - Montemor-o-Novo - Paredes de Coura -

Na sexta feira dia 7 de Abril pelas 18 horas foi dado o sinal de partida com os discursos do presidente da associação ARCOP Sr.Manuel Brito - Cônsul de Portugal - José Luís Carneiro, Secretário de Estado das Comunidades. Presidente da câmara municipal de Nanterre Mr. Patrick Jarry, também contou com a presença dos vários presidentes e outros eleitos dos municípios ou freguesias do nosso pais, presentes neste certame. De seguida foi oferecido o tradicional "copo d'agua" que para mim e para a maioria foi mesmo de um copo de vinho, acompanhado com as melhores "lambarices" da nossa boa doçaria e gastronomia.

O jantar da sexta foi na companhia do nosso bom fadinho Português com a emissão da radio Alfa " Só Fado " com a talentosa apresentadora Odete Fernandes ao microfone e no palco os artistas : Conceição Guadalupe, Manuel Miranda, Flaviano Ramos, Jeny Rainho em "live" no palco, encantaram esta bela noitada de fado e alegria. Acho que o Roconorte devia de tocar duas horas na sexta feira a seguir ao fado ou então ter um teclista que faça dançar o pessoal para digerir o jantar, a mim custa-me abandonar uma sala cheia de pessoas bem dispostas sem dar um pé de dança, a ideia fica no ar...

Mais de 30.000 pessoas passaram por Nanterre durante estes três dias de feira e muita festa - No sábado pelas 14 horas foram os cantares a desgarrada com os artistas - Pedro Ribeiro - Manuel Moreira, Carlos Ribeiro, Celorico, Cristiana entre outros, depois tocaram os cavaquinhos e as guitarras, as rusgas do Minho encheram a sala de concertinas e danças alegres, a noite, acabou como de costume com um grande baile animado pelo grupo Roconorte .

No domingo a partir das 14 h foi a filarmónica Portuguesa de Paris que deu um show a maneira de seguida foi a vez do grupo de musica tradicional Portuguesa " CORDAS SOLTAS " que tem novo trabalho discográfico no mercado.

Na tarde foi duas horas de folclore minhoto com os ranchos " as Margem do lima de choisy le roi " e o rancho da casa ARCOP... Para finalizar foi os discursos dos oficiais e o Roconorte também tocou mais meia dúzia de modas, conclusão foi mais uma "ganda" festa e que chegue brevemente a próxima porque eu sou viciado neste excelente ambiente... c'est comme ça !!

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          Amazon’s Fake ’80s Cop Show ‘Comrade Detective’ Will Be Dubbed By Channing Tatum, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, and More   

Amazon and A24 may have just genetically engineered a television show that perfectly aligns with my sensibilities. Comrade Detective, which debuts later this summer, is being made to look like a Romanian cop show from the 1980s, with Romanian actors Florin Piersic Jr. and Corneliu Ulici playing the lead roles. But here’s the part that will make people raise their eyebrows: Channing Tatum […]

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          Bus driver had sex with passenger   
Caught by cop who stopped to see if he was OK
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          Dubai deploying RoboCop autonomous car that will scan 'undesirables'   

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          Boston Cop Who Made Racist Vid Saying “Black People Have Met Their Match” is Only Suspended Which is Part of Problem   
Boston Cop Who Made Racist Vid Saying “Black People Have Met Their Match” is Only Suspended Which is Part of Problem

          El Palau Reial Major i la plaça del Rei   
La plaça del Rei, el 1928

Dins del marc del Diàlegs que organitza el Centre de Recerca i Debats de Museu d’Història de Barcelona, el proper dilluns 12 de juny, a les 19h, es presenta la conferència “El Palau Reial Major de Barcelona: els grans interrogants”, a càrrec de Ramon Pujades, del Museu d’Història de Barcelona. Sala Martí l’Humà, plaça del Rei, s/n.

El Palau Reial Major de Barcelona, documentat per primer cop amb aquest nom el 1116 per diferenciar-lo del Palau Reial Menor, que s'aixecava vora la plaça de Sant Miquel i que va ser enderrocat el 1847, va ser la residència dels comtes de Barcelona i reis d'Aragó.

Situat a la plaça del Rei, durant la segona meitat del segle XI el palau s'estenia des de la catedral romànica (de 1058, sota la planta de la gòtica actual, i a la vegada construïda sobre la basílica paleocristiana del segle IV; se'n poden visitar les restes en el Museu d'Història de Barcelona) fins a la plaça de Sant Iu. D'aquesta època és l'escalinata exterior, encara existent, on es feien les reunions dels membres del Consell de Cent quan encara no disposaven d'edifici propi.

El Saló del Tinell ocupat per les clarisses
Dècada de 1920

Molt reformades al llarg de la història, de les parts de què es compon el conjunt el Saló del Tinell (anomenat vulgarment "Saló del Borboll" o "Gorgoll" pel soroll que hi feien els escrivans i els agents dels tribunals de la Reial Audiència) va ser construït pel mestre d'obres Guillem Carbonell, entre 1359 i 1362, per encàrrec de Pere el Cerimoniós. La capella palatina de Santa Àgata (que substituïa l'antic oratori del palau)  és de 1302 i va ser encarregada per Jaume el Just i Blanca de Nàpols, i construïda sobre la muralla romana, com es pot veure molt bé des de la plaça de Ramon Berenguer el Gran. El 1856 va ser restaurada per l'arquitecte Elies Rogent i el 1879 s'hi va crear el Museu Provincial d'Antiguitats amb un gran fons lapidari. A l'interior s'hi conserva el retaule del conestable Pere de Portugal, del pintor Jaume Huguet (1465). El tercer element, que s'hi entra per la plaça de Sant Iu, aplega les dependències del palau i el Verger, porticat. Va ser seu del tribunal de la Inquisició i de la Reial Audiència (que exercia el poder judicial en nom del rei)  i actualment és la seu del Museu Frederic Marès.

La Capella de Santa Àgata, el 1880
Museu d'Antiguitats

L'any 1403, el rei Martí I l'Humà va reformar la plaça del Rei i la va engrandir perquè s'hi poguessin celebrar tornejos, i va fer bastir un pas elevat cap a la catedral al costat del portal de Sant Iu, que va ser enderrocat l'any 1823.

Palau del Lloctinent i plaça de Sant Iu
abans de la reforma

El Mirador del Rei Martí, situat entre el Palau del Lloctinent i el Palau Reial, va ser enllestit el 1555. No té res a veure, per tant, amb el rei Martí l'Humà, mort el 1410, però és possible que el nom recordi una torre més antiga que podia haver existit en aquest mateix lloc. Té planta rectangular i cinc pisos formats per galeries d'arcs de mig punt. Originalment acabava amb un teulat a quatre aigües.

El Palau del Lloctinent va ser construït per Antoni Carbonell entre 1549 i 1557, per encàrrec de Carles V, com a residència del representant del rei a Catalunya, però no va arribar mai a acomplir aquesta funció, però sí que va formar part de la Inquisició i del convent de Santa Clara, fins que amb la desamortització de 1836 torna a propietat civil i es converteix, el 1853, en seu de l'Arxiu de la Corona d'Aragó, de propietat estatal. Amb entrada per la plaça i el carrer dels Comtes, l'edifici es bastí aprofitant pedra d'altres construccions, com per exemple, la procedent del cementiri jueu de Montjuïc, com es pot apreciar en les inscripcions hebrees de la façana.

Després del setge de Barcelona (1713-1714) durant la Guerra de Successió i amb la dissolució de l'aparell polític català arran de la victòria militar borbònica, al Palau Reial s'hi van instal·lar part de les tropes filipistes; i el 1718, el rei Felip V va cedir el palau a les monges clarisses, que provenien del convent de Santa Clara, enderrocat amb part del barri de la Ribera per construir-hi la Ciutadella militar.

Després de la Guerra Civil, les monges ja no hi retornen i el conjunt passa a ser propietat de l'Ajuntament de Barcelona. De la mà dels arquitectes municipals Adolf Florensa i Joaquim Vilaseca, i sota la direcció d'Agustí Duran i Sanpere, es va recuperar el saló gòtic (que havia estat compartimentada per les monges) i va ser integrat al Museu d'Història de la Ciutat, fundat el 1943 i amb seu a la Casa Padellàs (que tanca la plaça del Rei pel carrer del Veguer), afectada per l'obertura de la Via Laietana i traslladada a la plaça del Rei des del carrer Mercaders.

Casa Padellàs al carrer Mercader
Gaseta de les Arts, anys 20

El trasllat de la Casa Padellàs va començar l'any 1930 i les obres de fonamentació van permetre descobrir les restes romanes del subsòl. Tot un conjunt de locals, edificacions carrers situats en un barri industrial de Barcino, que aplega una bugaderia (fullonica) i tintoreria (tinctoria), una factoria de salaó i garum (ceteria), i una de vinícola. Aturades durant la Guerra Civil, les obres es van continuar amb posterioritat i es van estendre més enllà de la plaça del Rei i conformen el jaciment que es pot visitar des del Museu d'Història de Barcelona.

Restes romanes descobertes a la plaça del Rei,
la dècada de 1930

Aquestes obres van transformar totalment la plaça i es va aprofitar per recuperar els elements gòtics dels edificis, que havien quedat amagats pels afegits dels segles posteriors. Amb la reforma arquitectònica i urbanística van desaparèixer també els arbres i la font neogòtica projectada per l'arquitecte Francesc Daniel Molina i Casamajó, construïda el 1853 i retirada el 1935.

 La font gòtica i la columna romana de la plaça del Rei, el 1874
Foto: Joan Martí Centelles

Un altre element característic de la plaça va ser la columna romana. Construïda a partir de fragments de dues columnes malmeses en enderrocar, el 1850, un edifici del carrer de la Llibreteria, el seu destí havia de ser el Museu d'Antiguitats de la Capella de Santa Àgata, però a causa de l'excés de grandària es va haver de deixar, cap al 1879, a l'exterior, on hi va estar fins 1965, any en què va ser traslladada amb les restes del Temple d'August del carrer del Paradís. El nom d'aquest carrer no fa referència al Paradís bíblic, sinó a un hort plantat d'arbres; és a dir, un verger o jardí, que deuria créixer al voltat del temple quan aquest, enrunat o no, ja no complia les funcions originals, gràcies al dipòsit d'aigua (castellum aquae) construït per distribuir l'aigua de l'aqüeducte romà.

La Casa del Botxí, l'any 1923, amb escales i balcó, al costat
de la finca enderrocada per bastir-hi la casa Padellàs
Emili Pellicer Boulanger (Arxiu Fotogràfic del CEC

Entre la Capella de Santa Àgata i la Casa Padellàs, al costat d'una torre d'aigua de les fonts gòtiques de la ciutat, hi havia la Casa del Botxí, avui integrada al Museu. Aquí hi vivia el funcionari que s'encarrega d'executar els reus. Tot i estar en el centre neuràlgic de la ciutat antiga, aquest racó li permetia viure al marge dels ciutadans, amb els quals no hi tenia cap relació pel tabú que representava el seu contacte amb la mort.

Conjunt del Palau Reial Major i de la plaça del Rei, el 1860
Quarteró número 45 de Miquel Garriga i Roca
Arxiu Històric de la Ciutat de Barcelona

          Agustín Luengo, el gegant del museu del Doctor Velasco   
Agustín Luengo, a Puebla de Alcocer,
amb la seva mare i un veí

L'any 2013 s'editava el llibre El hombre que compraba gigantes, de Luis C. Folgado de Torres (1), i el 2015, Luis Ángel Sánchez Gómez publicava l'article "Una momia en el salón. Los museos anatómicos doméstico del Doctor Velasco (1854-1874)" (2). El primer, a mig camí entre la ficció i la biografia novel·lada, narra la vida d’Agustín Luengo Capilla (Puebla de Alcocer, 1849-Madrid, 1875), personatge real que patia acromegàlia i que amb 2’35 metres d’alçada va ser un dels homes més alts del món. Agustín va ser comprat als seus pares pel propietari del Circo Luso i va ser passejat per tota Espanya com a atracció de fira. La primera part de la novel·la és un recorregut per la seva vida i l’adaptació al món del circ, on es barregen tant artistes amb d’altres anomalies físiques com personatges fronterers que troben en el món tancat i íntim del circ una forma de viure una vida que seria impossible a l’Espanya de “cerrado y sacristía” del XIX.

Agustín Luengo viu, amb mancances i desitjos, una vida més o menys feliç fora de l’Extremadura natal. Un dia actua a palau davant del rei Alfons XII, i serà allà on coneixerà el personatge central d’aquesta història: el doctor Pedro González de Velasco (1815-1892), fundador, l’any 1875, del Museo Nacional de Antropología, de Madrid. L’edifici del museu va ser prèviament casa seva i el material exposat prové de la seva pròpia col·lecció anatòmica.

La relació entre Agustín Luengo i González de Velasco va ser contractual. Velasco vivia la seva relació amb la medicina patològica amb el mateix entusiasme que un meteoròleg viu l’arribada d’un huracà. Una de les especialitats de Velasco era l’embalsamament, tècnica que feia servir per preservar qualsevol meravella mèdica. Sense voler desvetllar una història que de fet no és cap misteri ni cap enigma, el doctor s’interessa en les peculiaritats físiques d’Agustín i signa un contracte amb ell.

Però si per alguna cosa va ser conegut González de Velasco és pel trasbals que li va representar la mort de la seva filla, Concha, a l'edat de 15 anys, fet que també surt relatat a la novel·la. La nena patia un cas greu de tifus que va ser tractat pel doctor Benavente, pare de l’escriptor Jacinto Benavente. Veient que el tractament dispensat no donava cap resultat, va decidir actuar pel seu compte i li subministrà un purgant que va acabar causant la mort de la seva filla.

Esquela mortuòria de la filla de González de Velasco
Diario Oficial de Avisos de Madrid, 14 de maig de 1864

Desesperat per la pèrdua, de la qual no es recuperà mai més, Velasco va embalsamar la nena abans d’enterrar-la. Però un cop instal·lat a la casa-museu va decidir portar les restes mortals de Concha al seu domicili, exhumant-les del cementiri de San Isidro gairebé en perfecte estat. El cos va ser instal·lat en una de les estances de la casa amb un vestit de núvia, succés que va donar lloc a nombroses llegendes com les que es relaten a la novel·la, entre elles que el doctor i el seu ajudant i promès de la filla asseien el cadàver a la taula i la tractaven com si fos viva. L'escriptor aragonès Ramón J. Sender va escriure el conte La hija del doctor Velasco (3), sobre la seva vida. Què se’n va fer de la mòmia forma part de la llegenda de González de Velasco. Hi ha qui diu que és al Museo Nacional de Antropología; hi ha qui diu que és enterrada en el cementiri de San Isidro (4).

Amb un material com aquest i en un context tan ric com el dels circ i les fires ambulants, en una Espanya enterrada en l’obscurantisme i la negror de Goya i Gutiérrez Solana, i en el Madrid decimonònic, les possibilitats de la novel·la eren immenses, però ha faltat destresa narrativa i, sobretot, habilitat lingüística. No n’hi ha prou amb una bona història i un diccionari de castellà castís. Malgrat les intencions de l’autor, el relat es pla i sona fals per un excés d’artifici lèxic i per manca d’ofici. Malgrat tot, la novel·la es deixa llegir i és una bona introducció en un món que, com la sorra, se’ns escapa entre els dits. Posats a triar entre viure amb els monstres contemporanis de la cultura de masses televisiva i el lirisme trist de Freaks o del museu de González de Velasco, quedem-nos amb els horrors i les tenebres de l’imaginari secular.

Esquelet del gegant extremeny a la sala del Doctor Velasco
del Museo Nacional de Antrpología de Madrid

Per la seva banda, l'article "Una momia en el salón. Los museos anatómicos doméstico del Doctor Velasco (1854-1874)", de Luis Ángel Sánchez Gómez aprofundeix en la figura de Pedro González Velasco i estudia els museus anatòmics organitzats pel doctor en dos dels seus domicilis particulars del Madrid vuitcentista, projectes en els quals pren sentit la figura del gegant Agustín Luengo. El text revisa les circumstàncies que fan possible la creació d'aquests museus, vinculats tant amb l'estudi i la docència de l'anatomia com amb els projectes polítics de regeneració i modernització de la medicina espanyola que tracta de posar en marxa el seu propietari. Es comenten les seves singulars col·leccions (d'anatomia, teratologia, zoologia, etnografia i curiositats diverses) i s'analitza la projecció docent i sociopolítica d'ambdós centres, sense l'existència dels quals no hagués estat possible que Velasco construís poc després el seu gran Museu Antropològic, seu de l'actual Museo Nacional de Antropología de Madrid.

Amb posterioritat a aquest apunt,  Luis Ángel Sánchez Gómez publicava l'article "Anatomías míticas: el caso de Agustín Luengo Capilla, 'El Gigante Extremeño'" (5), el propòsit del qual és revisar la història vital i sobretot la història post mortem d'Agustín Luengo Capella. Estudia les circumstàncies que el vinculen amb el doctor Velasco i la conseqüència última d'aquesta relació: que el seu cos passi a formar part del Museu Antropològic fundat pel metge segovià en 1875, actual seu del Museu Nacional d'Antropologia a Madrid. Seguidament, l'article analitza el procés de formació de la llegenda creada al voltant de Luengo i Velasco.

També de Luis Ángel Sánchez Gómez és l'assaig La niña. Tragedia y leyenda de la hija del doctor Velasco (6), que narra la mort de Conchita, la filla del doctor Velasco, l'exhumació, la momificació, per acabar vestint-la i maquillant-a per dipositar-la en una urna a casa seva. Temps després, la llegenda comença a caminar, i creix, i es transforma, incorporant elements purament ficticis, cada cop més extravagants i macabres. L'autor revisa amb rigor el que esdevingué realment i les diferents versions de la llegenda, i compara el «cas de Conchita» amb altres impactants exemples de preservació de cossos documentats durant el segle XIX i començaments del XX. El llibre acaba amb una suggerent proposta que ens permetrà comprendre, i fins i tot explicar, la singular conducta del pare.

Si no en la seva totalitat, el Museo Nacional de Antropología de Madrid mostra en una petita sala part de la col·lecció del Doctor Velasco, que ens permet acostar-nos a com eren aquells museus decimonònics. Barcelona, com hem explicat diverses vegades, va gaudir del pas de més d'una vintena de museus anatòmics entre els anys 1848 i 1938. D'aquelles col·leccions, que es mostraven en la frontera de la ciència i de l'espectacle, la del Museu Roca va sobreviure tancada en uns magatzems del Paral·lel fins 1987, però quan va aparèixer ningú la va voler i va acabar a mans d'un col·leccionista a Bèlgica. D'altra banda, la col·lecció del Museu de la Història de la Medicina de Catalunya continua tancada, com la resta del fons del museu, per manca d'espai. Un ric patrimoni que no es pot mostrar al públic per manca d'interès de les institucions polítiques, com passa amb altres fons com el del Museu de les arts escèniques o el de farmàcia, entre d'altres.

Fragment de diari amb la crònica de la presentació del cos
d'Agustín Luengo a l'Exposició Universal de París de 1878

Motllo del cos d'Agustín Luengo
Museo Nacional de Antropología


Notes i bibliografia:

(1) Sánchez Gómez, Luis Ángel. "Una momia en el salón. Los museos anatómicos doméstico del Doctor Velasco (1854-1874)" [en línia]. Asclepio. Revista de Historia de la Medicina y de la Ciencia, vol 67, nº 2 (2015). Madrid: Instituto de Historia del CSIC.

(2) Folgado de Torres, Luis C. El hombre que compraba gigantes. Madrid: Áltera, 2013.

(3) Sender, Raúl J. La llave y otras narraciones. Madrid: Emesa, 1969.

(4) Dorado Fernández, Enrique, et al. “La momia de la hija del doctor Velasco. Disección de una leyenda” [en línia]. Revista de la Escuela de Medicina Legal. Febrero de 2010. [PDF]

(5)  Sánchez Gómez, Luis Ángel. "Anatomías míticas: el caso de Agustín Luengo Capilla, 'El Gigante Extremeño'" [en línia]. Revista Historia Autónoma, núm. 10 (2017). Universitat Autónoma de Madrid.

(6) Sánchez Gómez, Luis Ángel. La niña. Tragedia y leyenda de la hija del doctor Velasco. Sevilla: Editorial Renacimiento, 2017.

Sala del Doctor Velasco del Museo Nacional
de Antropología de Madrid
Foto: Enric H. March

          Galeries comercials de Barcelona, del segle XIX al XXI   
 Passatge Bacardí

La recerca històrica i l'article sobre l'origen dels passatges i les galeries comercials de Barcelona, que podeu llegir tot seguit, ha servit per a la realització d'un reportatge a Betevé, en el qual he col·laborat i que podeu veure clicant l'enllaç "L'ocàs de les galeries comercials".

Les primeres galeries comercials

Les galeries comercials enteses com a passatges coberts destinats als serveis d’oci (cafès, teatres, cinemes) i botigues on s’exposen mercaderies per a la venda apareixen a Europa durant el segle XIX –sobretot durant la Belle Époque, entre l’últim terç del segle XIX i la Gran Guerra (1914-1918)–, en el context de les reformes urbanes que transformen els centres històrics de les ciutats en benefici dels eixamples moderns i els grans bulevards. Són els anys en què les burgesies procedents, en bona part, de la revolució industrial conquereixen nous espais de la ciutat fugint dels centres històrics altament densificats, a causa, principalment, del creixement de la població en uns nuclis que havien estat tancats per muralles. És el cas de Barcelona, on la burgesia que habitava els carrers de Montcada i Ample construiran els seus habitatges en els pobles del Pla, com Sarrià, Sant Gervasi o Horta, i, sobretot, a l’Eixample projectat per Ildefons Cerdà l’any 1859, expansió que va ser possible, precisament, gràcies a l’enderroc de la muralla, iniciat l’any 1854.

Les galeries i passatges coberts vuitcentistes, construïts amb luxoses estructures de ferro i vidre, i posteriorment integrats en la planta baixa dels edificis, permeten garantir l’aïllament dels carrers, cada cop més transitats per ciutadans de tota mena. Tenen, per tant, un component classista, que permet passejar sense barrejar-se amb les classes baixes i subalternes que han conquerit la ciutat. Com deia Walter Benjamin en els seus apunts inacabats sobre els Passagen-Werk (1), la separació dels dos mons s’aconsegueix creant un univers que ens porta directament a l’imaginari dels qui hi passegen a través d’objectes i situacions que componen un collage que ens remet directament a les cambres de meravelles. Si aquestes volien representar el món de les ciències naturals i, per tant, una forma d'ordenat el món, els passatges i les galeries ens porten als productes de consum i als llocs d’oci que recreen un cert luxe i una manera d’entendre la vida dels burgesos.

Un altre símil el podem trobar amb els parcs d’atraccions, que conformen un món tancat que representa de forma simbòlica la vida a través de l’atzar, la fortuna, la por, el cel, l’infern o els laberints. Així ho veia Juan Eduardo Cirlot a Ferias y atracciones (2), mentre els surrealistes, com Aragon, definien els passatges comercials com una exaltació del món de la màgia i la il·lusió, on els productes de consum són fantasmagories perquè van més enllà del seu valor d’ús i de canvi. No serà estrany que moltes d’aquestes galeries hi integrin espectacles com panorames i cinemes. I ho veurem més clar encara si tenim present l’estructura laberíntica que mostren moltes de les galeries comercials que hem conegut, i com, en les darreres dècades, han evolucionat fins a convertir-se en centres comercials i lúdics on és possible –i aquesta és la intenció– passar-hi el dia sencer.

Perquè això sigui possible, però, caldrà arribar a la dècada de 1950, quan després de la Segona Guerra Mundial es produeixi l’esclat definitiu de la societat de consum i veiem aquelles galeries classistes convertides en paradisos d’un consumisme que travessa transversalment totes les classes socials. Es crea entre la classe obrera la il·lusió d’aspirar a classe mitjana, i que aquesta busqui en els usos que fa dels espais comercials i lúdics –com havien fet els burgesos de les galeries del segle XIX– una manera d’integrar-se en l’estructura social conquerint el seu espai. No és res diferent del que passa en la resta de l’espai urbà. Entre finals del segle XIX i principis del XX les masses populars conquerien el Paral·lel –immensa galeria descoberta– al mateix ritme que la burgesia ho feia a l’Eixample. I avui, la gent passeja pel passeig de Gràcia, aparador de mercaderies prohibitives, i fan la despesa al Portal de l’Àngel, continuació natural del passeig de Gràcia amb el Corte Inglés fent-hi de frontissa.

 Passage des Panoramas (París), 1910

La primera galeria comercial va ser la Galerie de Bois o Camp des Tartares, construïda el 1786 pel Duc d'Orléans, en els jardins del Palau Reial de París, i avui desapareguda. Però la més antiga que es conserva és el Passage des Panoramas, construïda el 1799, també a París. Aquesta galeria rep el nom dels panorames instal·lats a l’entrada del Boulevard de Montmartre; uns aparells de grans dimensions anteriors al cinema que permetien des de l’interior d’una rotonda veure imatges de grans ciutats i paisatges del món, creant efectes realistes gràcies a la llum i la perspectiva. Hi havia també una de les entrades al Théâtre des Variétés. París, a més de ser la ciutat precursora d’aquestes construccions, encara conserva més d’una vintena de galeries i va estendre la moda per ciutats com Milà, Nantes, Nàpols, Viena, Praga, Londres, Berlín, Trieste. Brussel·les, Istanbul...

Panorames i Théâtre des Variétés del Passage des Panoramas
des del Boulevard de Montmartre, en un gravat de Gilbert, 1802

Les galeries comercials de Barcelona al segle XIX

Barcelona també va formar part d’aquella eclosió urbana burgesa, però no ho va fer inicialment en el nou Eixample sinó dins de muralles. Els exemples són pocs i no van reeixir perquè en aquella ciutat de carrers atapeïts i densament poblada l’autèntic nucli comercial de mitjan segle XIX va ser el carrer de Ferran (1827/1876/1910). Els espais guanyats a les edificacions religioses després de les desamortitzacions (Medizábal, 1836; Madoz, 1855) van ser utilitzats per guanyar-hi places o per construir-hi equipaments com el Liceu o el mercat de Sant Josep (Boqueria). Tot i així, són d’aquesta època els passatges Bacardí i del Crèdit, però no tindrem en compte altres passatges com Magarola, Madoz, de la Pau o del Rellotge perquè no s’ajusten a la tipologia, en uns casos perquè no són coberts, d’altres perquè són tancats o perquè no són comercials.

Quiosc a Rambla, davant de l'entrada del
passatge Bacardí, a principis del segle XX

Passatge Bacardí (ca.1850)

Projectat per l’arquitecte Francesc Daniel Molina per encàrrec del propietari Ramon de Bacardí, uneix la Rambla (números 40-42) amb la plaça Reial (1850-1859), en el solar de l'antic convent dels Caputxins, enderrocat el 1836. Abans de construir-hi la plaça va ser lloc habitual d'espectacles de circ ambulant, i entre 1843 i 1848 hi va funcionar el Teatre Nou de Caputxins.

El tram més pròxim a la Rambla suporta l'edifici superior; en canvi, la meitat més pròxima a la plaça Reial està coberta per un envidriat a l'alçada de la coberta, que il·lumina tot l'espai. Una galeria, d’estructura de ferro i totalment envidria, travessa perpendicularment el passatge a mitja alçada.

Consergeria del passatge del Crèdit, 1953
Henri Cartier-Bresson

Passatge del Crèdit (1879)

Projectat per l’arquitecte Magí Rius i Mulet per encàrrec de la Societat Catalana General de Crèdit, l’edifici de què forma part va ser construït en part del solar del Convent de l'Ensenyança, enderrocat entre 1873 i 1874 per permetre enllaçar el carrer de Ferran amb la plaça de Sant Jaume. Aquest passatge és conegut perquè hi va néixer el pintor Joan Miró.

Com es feia al Passage des Panoramas de París, entre 1891 i 1900, al numero 1 del passatge hi va haver el Panorama Imperial, seguint una tradició que ha Barcelona va començar amb l’Exposició Universal de 1888 i que va portar en aquest final de segle diversos panorames de gran format a la ciutat: Waterloo (1888) a la plaça de Catalunya; Plewna (1888-1889) i Setge de París (1889-1890) a la Gran Via amb rambla de Catalunya; o el de les Coves de Mallorca (1888-1889) a Fontanella amb plaça de Catalunya.

Cartell del Panorama Imperial
anunciant La Tierra Santa al
passatge del Crèdit, el 1900

Al llarg dels anys, el Panorama Imperial del passatge del Crèdit, acompanyat per música de fonògraf, va anar canviant les vistes estereoscòpiques o diorames per temporades, i el públic va poder veure paisatges urbans i monuments d’Itàlia (Venècia, Milà, Pisa, Roma, Gènova, Florència, Nàpols, Pompeia, Torí), Espanya (Aranjuez, La Granja amb els interiors del Palau d’Isabel de Borbó), Suïssa, Portugal, Àustria, una excursió als Pirineus, Algèria, Tunis, Marroc, Amèrica del Nord, les exposicions universals de Chicago de 1883 i París de 1900, maniobres militares a Alemanya o La Tierra Santa, que el desembre de 1900 s’exhibiria al carrer de Rivadeneyra, enfront de l’església de Santa Anna. La Tierra Santa era un autèntic panorama, realitzat pel pintor italià Surdi, que abastava una superfície aparent de 60 quilòmetres, amb muntanyes, grutes i més de tres-centes figures modelades per escultors italians com Monteverdo, Cifariello, Spalmach o Pescarella, repartides per les poblacions palestines i els llocs més emblemàtics de la història sagrada.

Fins a la Guerra Civil, a la planta baixa al costat de la garita del conserge, hi va haver un gimnàs freqüentat sobretot per boxejadors, tot i que no hi havia ring. El local tenia sortida també pel Pas de l'Ensenyança. També hi va haver, amb entrada per la Baixada de Sant Miquel, la Cereria Lladó, avui convertida en restaurant però conservant bona part de la vella fàbrica d'espelmes.

Passatges reconvertits

Existeixen alguns passatges, com Bernardí Martorell, Sert i Manufactures, que neixen durant la segona meitat del segle XIX, a partir de velles edificacions que han perdut el seu ús original, no com a galeries comercials sinó com a llocs de pas, però que amb el temps aniran adquirint aquest caràcter a mida que s’hi instal·lin comerços.

Passatge de Bernardí Martorell (ca. 1850)

Situat en el carrer de l’Hospital, 99, l’uneix amb el de Sant Rafael. Va ser fruit del tancament de la casa-fàbrica de l’industrial tèxtil que li dóna nom, bastida com a tal l’any 1829 aprofitant una finca anterior. Però la fàbrica tanca el 1849 i els nous habitatges que s’hi construeixen acaben conformant el passatge. No neix com a galeria comercial, però amb el temps s’hi acabarà convertint.

També de la segona meitat del segle XIX són els passatges Sert i Manufactures, que comuniquen el carrer de Trafalgar amb el de Sant Pere més Alt travessant dues antigues fàbriques i salvant el desnivell entre tots dos carrers, produït a causa del graó barceloní, un escarpament geològic que divideix la plana barcelonina en dues parts, i que també podem identificar a l’Estació del Nord o al carrer de Rivadeneyra, que uneix la plaça de Catalunya amb l’església de Santa Anna.

Passatge Sert, 2013 (b/n)
Passió per Barcelona

Passatge Sert (1867)

Amb entrada pels carrers de Sant Pere més Alt, 49-51, i Trafalgar, 38, té el seu origen en la fàbrica de tapissos de Sert Germans i Solà. És un passatge descobert, amb botigues, restaurants i cafès a banda i banda del recorregut.

Passatge de les Manufactures, 2012 (b/n)
Marcel Albet

Passatge de les Manufactures (1876, Indústria fins 1980)

Amb entrada pels carrers de Sant Pere més Alt, 31, i Trafalgar, 26, té el seu origen en la fàbrica de teixits de Joan Cirici. És un passadís cobert que travessa tota la finca, el primer tram del qual, al carrer de Trafalgar, és més elevat i el separen de la part baixa 28 graons. En els últims temps, totes les botigues eren tancades i només funcionava un bar a l’entrada del carrer de Sant Pere més Alt. Actualment és en obres per construir-hi un hotel i caldrà veure quin serà l’ús que se li donarà al passatge.

De principis del segle XX fins a la República

Cartell de Fayans Català, 1904
Feliu Elias (MNAC)

Fayans Català (1900-1982)

Rebatejades per imperatiu polític com a Fayans Catalán i conegudes en els darrers anys com a Galeries Fayans, aquestes galeries ja no seguien el model parisenc sinó que estaven integrades com a passadissos interiors a la planta baixa de l’edifici de la Gran Via de les Corts Catalanes, 615 (primer Cortes, 250, i durant la dictadura José Antonio Primo de Rivera, 615).

Fundades per Marian Burguès, procedent de Sabadell, com a taller i botiga de ceràmica, van ser conegudes sobretot com a sala d’art i exposicions del noucentisme de la mà de Santiago Segura, nebot de Burguès, i gràcies a la col·laboració d’artistes com Miquel Utrillo, Xavier Nogués i Xènius. L’any 1915, Segura funda les Galeries Laietanes i les Fayans acolliran exclusivament la botiga de ceràmica i objectes artístics, perfumeria, queviures i una agència de viatges que dispensava els bitllets d’interrail.

Galeries Laietanes (1915-24 de maig 1958)

Situades a l’actual Gran Via de les Corts Catalanes, 613 (primer Cortes, 248, i José Antonio Primo de Rivera durant la dictadura) van ser creades pel marxant i promotor artístic Santiago Segura com a galeria d’art, substituint les veïnes Fayans del seu oncle.

Les Galeries Laietanes es van convertir en un dels focus més actius de promoció de l'art noucentista i de les avantguardes. Al soterrani s'hi va instal·lar un celler que com els 4 Gats per als modernistes, va ser un dels punts de trobada dels artistes i intel·lectuals de l'època. L'interior era decorat amb pintures murals al tremp de Xavier Nogués, amb llegendes i inscripcions humorístiques. Després de la guerra, el celler va ser convertit en magatzem i les pintures van ser arrencades i posades a la venda, i actualment, una bona part es troben al Museu Nacional d'Art de Catalunya. Les galeries, però, van continuar la seva activitat artística; l'any 1949, per exemple, hi va exposar Joan Miró. L'any 1918 s'hi va crear la Llibreria Nacional Catalana, on Salvat-Papasseit hi va treballar com a encarregat i editor, fet que recorda la catifa commemorativa que s'hi va col·locar l'any 2010.

 Passatge Mil vuit-cents

Passatge Mil vuit-cents (1931)

Situat en el carrer del Carme, 31, porta cap a la plaça de la Gardunya, darrere del mercat de la Boqueria. Neix com a galeria comercial l’any 1931 durant la reforma de la casa Torrents, una edificació de la segona meitat del segle XVII. Les botigues del passatge ocupen el lloc on eren les quadres a l'època en què la construcció era un habitatge unifamiliar. De la casa es conserven els tres portals escarsers i la porta de l'escala, i la façana, amb tres balcons i una finestra a cada pis, coberta d'esgrafiats d'estil Lluís XV, amb plafons amb temes mitològics, gerros de flors i putti, sanefes i garlandes.

Un passadís del Encants Nous

Encants Nous (1931/1959)

Els Encants Nou o Local de Vendes es constitueixen l’any 1930 a iniciativa d'un grup de paradistes del Mercat Fira de Bellcaire, que decideixen escindir-se dels Encants Vells situats al Camp del Sidral (plaça de les Glòries). El lloc triat va ser el solar de l'antic camp de futbol del Martinenc, situat entre els carrers de València, Dos de Maig i Enamorats. Després d’uns anys de precarietat, no serà fins els anys 50 que es decideix construir-hi un gran bloc d’habitatges amb les galeries ocupant la planta baixa de gairebé tota l’illa, obres que no acabaran del tot fins l’any 1968, amb un laberíntic entramat de passadissos que acullen comerços de tota mena, i que tot i no oferir cap tipus d’atracció ni oci (a banda d’algun bar) és l’exemple més paradigmàtic d’un món dins d’un món. Malgrat que als Encants Nous no podem parlar pròpiament de galeries fins aquesta data, hem volgut situar la seva història abans de la guerra per oferir el contrast entre les galeries burgeses i la iniciativa popular dels Encants, i poder-nos situar en el segon gran període de la vida de les galeries comercials barcelonines.

Les galeries comercials durant la postguerra i la fi de la dictadura

Acabada la guerra, les galeries comercials van representar una de les propostes per retornar l’activitat i la normalitat a una ciutat molt castigada pel conflicte. Amb l’Avinguda de la Llum podem parlar de les primeres galeries comercials tal i com les entenem avui, com a conjunt de d’establiments i comerços de caràcter popular, i seran les que donaran el tret de sortida a l’aparició de noves propostes al llarg de les dècades entre 1940 i 1960 que, depenent de la seva situació, aspiraran al caràcter burgès de les del segle XIX.

L'Avinguda de la Llum la dècada de 1950

Avinguda de la Llum (1940-1999)

Com ja vam explicar a Bereshit, la idea original era construir una ciutat subterrània (la Ciutat de la Llum) des de la rambla de Catalunya fins a la plaça d'Urquinaona, aprofitant les instal·lacions subterrànies de l'estació de Barcelona (plaça de Catalunya), inici i final dels Ferrocarrils de la Generalitat de Catalunya, que s'havia inaugurat amb motiu de l'Exposició Internacional de Barcelona de 1929.

Al final, aquella galeria comercial es va quedar en només 175 metres de passadís, on al llarg dels temps els negocis (hi va haver seixanta-cinc locals) van anar canviant, però en la memòria popular hi ha quedat el cinema Avenida de la Luz (1943-1992), que en els seus anys daurats havia projectat pel·lícules infantils i va acabar convertit en una sala X on s'exhibien pel·lícules pornogràfiques; els billars; la taverna de Montroy-Pedro Masana; les neules i galetes Pampers, que aromatitzaven tota l’avinguda; la Granja Royal (la casa dels dònuts); el Colmado Fortuny; la Bomboneria Cataluña; o el local del dibuixant BON.

Cinema Avenida de la Luz, 1943

Va néixer com un espai brillant que contrastava amb la grisor dels carrers de Barcelona, tot just un any després d’acabada la guerra. Però per molta llum que acompanyés el nom, ve al cap aquella imatge grisa de les parets i les columnes; els locals de maquinària de teixir, màquines d’escriure, el local de la Singer de màquines de cosir, l’armeria Beristáin, les taquilles d’apostes del canòdrom Avenida, l’oficina de col·locació de noies per al servei domèstic... Amb els anys l’avinguda va agafar aspecte de cementiri (una de les botigues era de làpides); cinema, billars i lavabos eren les catacumbes on anar a buscar plaer sexual ràpid i anònim. Consigna de maletes, dutxes, bugaderia, perruqueria. Rodamons. Les estacions antigues de tren tenien més aspecte de punt d’arribada que de sortida.

A partir de la dècada de 1970 va començar el seu declivi més pronunciat. L'enderrocament, l’any 1999, de la major part dels edificis d'aquella illa per aixecar-hi el centre comercial El Triangle va significar la mort de l'Avinguda de la Llum, les columnes de la qual encara es poden veure avui, integrades en la botiga de perfums Sephora, i en el vestíbul de les entrades dels carrers de Balmes i Bergara. La planta baixa del complex comercial de El Triangle (1998) també es podrien considerar unes galeries, integrades en un centre comercial més gran.

Galeries Maldà la dècada de 1940

Galeries Maldà (1942)

Projectades per l’arquitecte Josep Maria Sagnier, es van construir durant la primera postguerra en el jardins del palau de Rafael d'Amat i de Cortada, baró de Maldà, original del segle XVII. Amb entrada per la plaça i el carrer del Pi i pel carrer de Portaferrissa, són les galeries comercials més antigues que continuen en actiu, malgrat el tancament de molts del negocis antics

Com en el cas de l’Avinguda de la Llum, en un antic saló del palau, a més de bar, el 4 de desembre de 1945 s’hi va inaugurar el cinema Maldà, que continua en cartellera, i el 1980 una de les sales del palau va ser convertida en l’espai teatral Círcol Maldà, com ja ho havia fet el Baró de Malda l’any 1799. Abans de ser cinema, l’antic saló havia estat un teatre de titelles.

Cinema Maldà, el 1980
Arxiu Jaume Figueras

Durant una reforma del cinema, l’any 2006, darrera de la pantalla va aparèixer una fornícula entre d’altres restes d’una antiga capella construïda durant la Guerra Civil per l’Asociación de Mujeres Patriotas Vascas. Tenia una cabuda d’unes set-centes persones i s’hi celebraven misses i celebracions religioses clandestines, com expliquen Albert Manent i Josep Raventós a L'Església clandestina a Catalunya durant la Guerra Civil (1936-1939).

Magda Pla al taulell de la Policlínica de bebès

La botiga més emblemàtica de les Galeries Maldà és la Policlínica de Bebès (local 52). Inaugurada l’any 1946 per Maria Rigol, ha estat fins fa poc l’únic taller de reparació de nines que quedava a Barcelona. Quan es va inaugurar el local, hi havia altres negocis com aquest, com la Clínica de Nines del carrer del Clot, 101, dels pares de l'escriptor Estanislau Torres, i la Clínica de Bebés del carrer de la Tapineria, 6 (al carrer del Bisbe, 3, fins 1929). La competència, però, va durar poc perquè la clínica de Tapineria va tancar tres anys més tard, el 1949.

Anunci de la Clínica de Bebés del carrer del Bisbe, 3 (1927)

Maria Rigol va morir el 2014 amb 97 anys i des d’aleshores va portar el negoci tota sola la seva filla, Magda Pla, que a més de fer de cirurgiana es dedicava també a la confecció de vestits a mida per a les nines.

Galerías Conde (ca. 1945-1989)

Cap a mitjan de la dècada de 1940 es van inaugurar les Galerías Conde al carre Nou de la Rambla, 60 (aleshores Conde del Asalto), amb entrada també pel carrer del Marquès de Barberà). Van ser potser les galeries comercials amb un públic més populars, sobretot pel barri on eren situades, l’antic Districte 5è, convertit en Xino després de la desaparició del barri de les Drassanes. A diferència de les galeries més cèntriques, a les Conde s’hi aplegaven botigues que si no eren de primera necessitat tampoc eren d’articles de luxe o de complements. El que les feia atractives era, precisament, el que hem explicat més amunt: aquesta mena d’il·lusió de veure aplegats en un laberint negocis diversos. Si preguntes als veïns, recorden la cafeteria, la papereria on la canalla comprava i canviava cromos, l’ocelleria que hi donava el toc exòtic, les botigues de novetats i gèneres de punt, i la perruqueria. Però, sobretot, el patge dels Reis d’Orient i, com no podia faltar, una atracció: els Miralls Màgics que distorsionaven el cos, com els de les Atraccions Apolo, i que servien de reclam tant dels nens i nenes com dels pares, i il·lustren perfectament el component simbòlic de les galeries.

A finals dels anys 80, quan l’edifici es va enderrocar, les galeries vivien en plena decadència amb gairebé tots els locals tancats.

 El saló de te i la font del Palau Samà de la Galeria Condal

Galeria Condal (1946-2016)

Situada en el número 11 del passeig de Gràcia, la Galeria Condal neix, entre 1946 y 1949, del projecte dissenyat per l'arquitecte Lluís Bonet Garí, amb influència de l'Escola de Chicago, per encàrrec del Banco Vitalicio de España -avui grup Generali-, propietari de l'edifici. El 1990 va passar a dir-se Condal Corner.

A més del vestíbul d'entrada al banc, la galeria tenia 22 locals per a botigues, un saló de te (1951-1990) -que va mantenir fins el darrer dia la distinció de les cafeteries burgeses- i una petita i selecta sala d'espectacles per a poc més de quatre-cents espectador, concebuda com a cinema i per a concerts. El cinema Galería Condal va ser inaugurat el 13 de desembre de 1946, abans que fossin acabades les obres de l'edifici, i va tancar el 13 d'abril de 1986 després d'uns anys de degradació tant de la sala com de la programació, que va acabar oferint pel·lícules catalogades "S".

L'edifici es va construir després d'enderrocar el Palau Samà, que ocupava aquesta cantonada del passeig de Gràcia amb la Gran Via des de finals de la dècada de 1860. Del palau només va sobreviure la font de marbre dels jardins, que va ser ubicada en el centre de la lluerna que il·luminava la galeria. Tot esperant una nova ubicació, la font va ser desmuntada el 2016 després d'unes reformes que van mutilar la galeria en desconnectar les dues entrades.

Galeríes Santa Caterina (1946-final dels 80)

Inaugurades com a Galerías Santa Catalina, estaven situades entre els barris de Sant Pere i de Santa Catalina, amb entrada pels carrers de  Gombau, 12, i Fonollar, 7. Van ser unes galeries eminentment populars, com les Conde del carrer Nou de la Rambla, també de la mateixa època. La novetat i el fet de ser un passatge per on circular lliurament les feia molt atractives, i el fet d'aplegar comerços diversos en un únic espai li donava caràcter de modernitat en uns barris on el teixit comercial entre els mercats del Born i de Santa Caterina era històricament molt ampli.

Entre diversos comerços, hi havia dues perruqueries, un podòleg, un sabater, i una botiga de joguines i un altra de llaminadures que atreien la canalla del barri, acostumada a jugar al carrer, per als quals la novetat del passatge els oferia un nou paisatge al seu imaginari. També hi havia a les galeries un dispensari i un practicant que va posar injeccions i va foradar orelles a tot el barri.

Les Galeries Santa Caterina van tancar a final de la dècada de 1980, quan es va iniciar el PERI que transformaria el barri amb la destrucció de l'entramat de carrers medievals i de molts edificis amb elements gòtics i barrocs.

Galerías Universidad (1954-1977)

Situades en el número 3 de la plaça Universitat, les Galerías Universidad van ocupar l’espai deixat pel Salón Tirolés (1950-1954), una sala de varietats popular que oferia revista, ball i màgia, i que va durar pocs anys.

Dissenyades per Domingo Serra, van ser inaugurades el 21 de desembre de 1954. Disposaven de dos nivells; la planta baixa aplegava una trentena de locals, amb una cafeteria i una oficina de loteria i d'Apuestas Mutuas Deportivo Benéficas a l'entrada més propera a la ronda de Sant Antoni. Al fons del local, una font lluminosa decorava l'espai i a través d'una escala de marbre s'accedia al nivell superior, on es feien exhibicions de moda i artesania, i on, l'any 1955, es va inaugurar una sala de projeccions que oferia gratuïtament documentals i filmets publicitaris. A mitjans de la dècada de 1970, les galeries van tancar i l'immoble va ser adquirit per Finques Forcadell, que hi va construir la seva seu.

Galerías Olimpia (1955)

Situades en el xamfrà de la ronda de Sant Pau amb el carrer d’Aldana, on va haver el Teatre Circ Olympia (1924-1947), van ser inaugurades a mitjans de la dècada de 1950 en un solar que va ser lloc d’estada de circs ambulants fins que no s’hi va construir el nou immoble, compartint espai amb el descampat de l’altra vorera de la ronda, l’actual plaça de Josep Maria Folch i Torres, construïda on va haver la presó de Reina Amàlia (1839-1936) i anteriorment el convent de Sant Vicenç de Paül, construït el 1833 i desamortitzat i incendiat només dos anys després. La presó de Reina Amàlia, que acollia dones, nens i homes (només per a dones a partir de 1904, quan es va inaugurar la Model), va ser, a més de lloc de reclusió i d’execucions públiques a garrot, una de les institucions repressives més infames de la ciutat. Tant és així que, el 1936, va ser enderrocada amb l’ajut dels ciutadans com si fos la presa de la Bastilla.

 El Teatre Circ Olympia el Dia de la Fe de la Falange
29 d'octubre de 1944. Pérez Rozas (AFB)

El Teatre Circ Olympia va ser un dels teatres més grans no només de Barcelona, sinó de tot l’Estat. A les 3.000 localitats s’hi sumava una pista que ocupava part de la platea davant de l’escenari i que tant podia fer-se servir com a pista de circ com de piscina per a espectacles aquàtics. Fins no fa gaire temps, les restes de les gàbies dels animals del circ es podien en el subsòl d’un garatge proper.

Pel que fa a les galeries, a partir dels anys 90 van patir un progressiu abandonament que arriba fins avui, malgrat l’ús esporàdics com a mercat de roba i objectes vintage, i l’obertura de negocis relacionats bàsicament amb la música.

Galerías La Equitativa (1955-ca. 1965)

Com ens explica Barcelofília, l'any 1955 s'inaugura en el passeig de Gràcia, 44, cantonada amb Consell de Cent la seu de l'entitat d'assegurances i riscos La Equitativa-Fundación Rosillo, que fins aleshores havia tingut les seves oficines a la Via Laietana, 54.

L'edifici, projectat per l'arquitecte Francesc Joan Barba Corsini, contemplava unes galeries comercials amb locals distribuïts en quatre nivells (soterrani, planta baixa, altell i primer pis). Entre els comerços i entitats que es van instal·lar a la planta baixa hi havia la companyia aèria italiana LAI, una oficina de turisme italiana, la botiga d'electrodomèstics Georgia, la de moda Giménez y Simorra, la Galería Belarte (1962) i la cafeteria restaurant Milan (1955-1971), que passava per ser un dels més moderns de la ciutat.

A partir de gener de 1956 són ocupats l'altell i la primera planta amb l'ampliació del Milan, una agència de viatges i la perruqueria femenina Capri, entre d'altres negocis, però el concepte de galeria comercial es va anar diluint a favor dels negocis amb accés directe des del carrer.

Galerías Astoria, el 1958

Galerías Astòria (1955-1968)

Les Galerías Astoria van ser inaugurades el dia 15 de desembre de 1955 en el número 133 de la Rambla, amb entrada i sortida també pel carrer Xuclà. Van ser construïdes sobre una part del solar dels antics magatzems El Siglo(1881-1932), que van acabar consumits pel foc d'un incendi pel Nadal de 1932. La desaparició dels magatzems va permetre obrir el carrer del Pintor Fortuny fins a la Rambla i durant més de vint anys aquell solar es va fer servir durant anys com a espai d'oci de teatres ambulants, circ i barraques de fira, fins que no es va obrir el carrer del Pintor Fortuny.

El promotor de les galeries va ser Sánchez Egea aprofitant l'eufòria econòmica un cop acabada l'autarquia i la moda d'aquesta mena de comerços. El negoci no va funcionar tan bé com s’esperava, i a partir del 19 de desembre de 1959 una part de les galeries van ser adquirides per la família Amat i convertides en el Superservis, un dels primers supermercats de la ciutat, fins el tancament de les galeries, el 1968, que serien convertides definitivament en supermercat, primer Simago, el 1969, i més tard Carrefour.

Les galeries i l'hotel Manila, el 1957, des del carrer Pintor Fortuny

Galerías i Hotel Manila (1957-1991)

Dos anys després de la construcció de les Galerías Astoria es va construir l’Hotel Manila just al costat, fent cantonada amb el carrer del Pintor Fortuny i ocupant la resta del solar dels magatzems El Siglo. Amb doble entrada per la Rambla i Pintor Fortuny, s’accedia a la recepció de l’hotel per una galeria comercial amb botigues de luxe. L’any 1991 va canviar la propietat del negoci, el Manila es va convertir en Le Méridien i les galeries van desaparèixer convertides en part de la recepció.

Passatge Arcàdia

Passatge Arcàdia (1957)

El passatge Arcàdia va ser construït com a passadís d'unió del carrer de Tuset, 14-16, amb el de Balmes, 179, projectat per l’arquitecte Sebastià Bonet i Ayet entre 1956 i 1960. A l'edifici del costat de l'entrada de Tuset s'hi va inaugurar, el 1957, el cinema Arcadia (1957-1998), que acabaria donant nom oficiós al passatge. L'Arcadia va ser el segon cinema de Barcelona amb categoria d'art i assaig després del Publi del passeig de Gràcia, aquelles sales que ens van permetre accedir a una modernitat (a voltes estrany) que no era permesa a les pantalles comercials.

A l'interior hi va haver el bar Stork Club (avui Arkadia Newage), que va ser un més dels pols d'atracció d'aquella Gauche Divine que freqüentava el barri, com els fotògrafs Colita i Xavier Miserachs, el director de cinema Joaquim Jordà, o Oriol Regàs, que va ser aquí on va gestar la idea d'obrir Bocaccio (3).

Amb alts i baixos, com totes les galeries comercials d'aquesta època, conserva encara, entre una perruqueria, un despatx de loteria i un quiosc de premsa, alguns dels negocis dels anys seixanta, com la xarcuteria Aragón, tota una curiositat en aquest entorn i aquesta barriada on són tan poc habituals els comerços tradicionals. També hi sobreviu la galeria d'art Carmen Sallent o la sastreria de Jaume Balart, ara regentada pel seu fill, que entre peces de roba i maniquins exposa pintures i dibuixos de Xavier Cugat, client i amic del sastre. La botiga de col·leccionisme d'en Joan Ginjoan omple el passatge d'un encant antic amb les vitrines on exposa postals, sifons i ampolles de refrescos pirografiades que ens porten a una antiguitat prou recent com per fer-nos còmplices.

 El carrer de la Dona d'Horta, on avui hi ha les Galeries Horta

Galeries Horta (1959)

Les Galeries Horta tenen entrada per la plaça d'Eivissa, 6, i el carrer Tajo, i formen part de la planta baixa d’un edifici construït per una caixa d’estalvis. Remodelades, continuen en actiu i amb bona salut perquè es troben en el cor comercial i històric d’Horta. Segueixen en part el traçat de l'antic carrer de la Dona, que unia el centre de la població amb el barri de la Clota. La construcció de l'edifici i les galeries a finals de la dècada de 1950 van canviar definitivament aquell paisatge rural de casetes, pous i el taller de carros d'en Cebrià Riera.

Com ens explica la Carme Martín, en Cebrià, a més de carreter, exercia de curandero, seguint la tradició de les velles remeieres que encara vam conèixer carretejant herbes de la muntanya fins els anys 60. Ell, però, es feia dir “Doctor en Botànica”.

Galerías Jaime I (1967)

Amb entrada pel carrer de la República Argentina, 267-269, i el passeig de Sant Gervasi, 80, les Galerías Jaime I van ser inaugurades l'any 1967. Entre d'altres locals, hi havia un sabater, pastisseria i forn, una botiga de gèneres de punt i merceria, una de duplicats de claus i una rellotgeria, que és l'única botiga que sobreviu perquè la resta de l'espai ha estat ocupat per un supermercat.

Seguin la pauta d'altres galeries, hi va haver el cinema de reestrena Jaime I, inaugurat el mateix any que les galeries i clausurat el 9 d'agost de 1981. A la sala s'hi accedia baixant unes escales i a l'avantsala hi havia un bar. L'any 1984 va ser desmantellat i les butaques van anar a parar a la sala del teatre Artenbrut (1993-2005), del barri de Gràcia. Del cinema només sobreviu el rètol de ferro forjat, catalanitzat com a Jaume I.

Drugstore Passeig de Gràcia (1967-1992)

El mes de juny de 1967 s'inaugurava el Drugstore del passeig de Gràcia, 71, el primer dels quatre que hi va haver a Barcelona. Tot i que mantenia els principis bàsics dels passatges i les galeries comercials integrats en un edifici, el seu horari s'allargava fins a altes hores de la matinada i estaven pensat per al públic noctàmbul que volia trobar un lloc on fer una copa després de sortir dels espectacles nocturns o que volia allargar la nit, però també com a espai on era possible comprar qualsevol article de necessitat fora dels horaris estàndard.

Drugstore Passeig de Gràcia

Com ens explica Barcelofília, a la inauguració, que va aplegar a la plana major de la intel·lectualitat barcelonina del moment, hi van ser Salvador Dalí i l'actor George Hamilton. El local, seguint l'itinerari d'entrada des del passeig de Gràcia, presentava en primer lloc la barra de la cafeteria, després seguia una sèrie de botigues -les de moda hi van tenir molta tirada en els primers anys-, una llibreria amb les parets de vidre de format no gaire gran però molt atapeïda de llibres, un bar restaurant amb un altell i al fons una botiga de queviures, conserves, licors i vins, on hi havia una porta que donava al passatge Domingo.

Cartell del Drugstore David (1969)

Galeries i Drugstore David (1969)

La història de les Galeries David del carrer Tuset, 19, estan associades l'antiga fàbrica de cotxes David, que va ser inaugurada l'any 1931 al carrer d'Aribau, 230-240. El 1942, una vegada acabada la Guerra Civil, es va començar a parcel·lar l’edifici per a petites indústries, magatzems i oficines, i els clients podien accedir per una rampa a cadascuna de les plantes amb el seu propi vehicle.A partir de 1958, l'empresa David va incorporar serveis automobilístics i va conformar l'edifici com un espai integral d'aparcament i pupil·latge de vehicles amb estació de servei inclosa, situada a la segona planta de l'edifici.

L'any 1964 es va ampliar amb la finca de Tuset, 19, i entre 1967 i 1969 es van inaugurar una terrassa i les Galeries David. Aprofitant l'esplendor que el carrer Tuset va adquirir durant els anys d'aquella primera modernitat que girava. sobretot, al voltant dels fills de casa bona i de la Gauche Divine, el 20 d’octubre de 1973 es van remodelar, es va fer un accés per la Travessera de Gràcia i es van passar a dir Drugstore David, apuntant-se a l’èxit del local del passeig de Gràcia. Amb els anys, les galeries han anat canviat i adaptant-se, i per no apartar-se de l'oci que acompanya aquestes instal·lacions comercials, hi inclou un gimnàs.

El mes d'abril de 2016, durant unes obres a la planta baixa de l'edifici David, per l'entrada del carrer d'Aribau, hi van aparèixer un centenar de cadàvers. No se'n coneix l'origen, però no sembla que sigui una necròpolis, sinó un enterrament secundari, i que els cossos hi fossin traslladats per raons que encara es desconeixen (vegeu La necròpolis de Tuset Street).

Drugstore Liceo (1972-1982)

El dia 16 de setembre de 1972 obria portes el tercer drugstore de la ciutat, a la part baixa de la Rambla, al costat del Teatre del Liceu.

El local disposava de planta baixa, primer pis i soterrani, on es podien trobar les botigues i els productes habituals d'aquesta mena de galeries comercials: bars i cafeteries, quiosc, perfumeria, boutiques, discos, llibreria, vins i licors, joguines i articles de regal, estanc i, fins i tot, una xarcuteria.

La diferència amb els altres drugstores va ser, precisament, el seu emplaçament. Si bé la Rambla propiciava la clientela habitual d'aquest locals, a partir de la matinada es convertia en reclam de prostitutes, delinqüents i drogoaddictes, i la confluència de tot plegat generava problemes i baralles constants.

Drug Blau (1973-1978)

Situat en el número 33 de la plaça de Lesseps, al capdamunt del Príncep d'Astúries, antiga Riera de Cassoles, nom que es reivindica per a la frontera natural dels barris i antics municipis de Gràcia i Sant Gervasi.

El Drug Blau ocupava la planta baixa d'un peculiar edifici de color blau, i oferia restaurant self-service dia i nit, boutiques de roba, perfumeria, floristeria i complements, llibreria, discos, una perruqueria unisex i un local de jocs recreatius.

De la dictadura als centres comercials

El Mercadillo de Portaferrissa (2002)

El Mercadillo (1975)

Sucursal de l'antic Mercadillo de Balmes, que cantonada amb Sant Hermenegild, no està situat exactament en un passatge, sinó en el vestíbul de la Casa Martí i Fàbregas del carrer de Portaferrissa, 17, un palau del segle XVIII, reformat per Francesc Batlle però projectat per Garriga i Roca l'any 1864. Conegut popularment com “El Camell”, aplega botigues de roba, complements i articles de regal, i un bar que ocupa el jardí elevat d’estil renaixentista original de la finca. Neix com a una forma alternativa de comerç, que triomfa entre la joventut, sobretot per l’oferta de productes artesans i per una nova manera de relacionar-se i entendre el consum.

La Pedrera (ca. 1975-1979)

Durant la segona meitat de la dècada de 1970 els locals dels baixos de la Casa Milà, del passeig de Gràcia, va acollir unes galeries comercials amb botigues de roba i complements, algunes d'elles de moda eivissenca i ad lib, tant de moda en aquells anys.

Bulevard Rosa (1978)

Inaugurat el 14 de desembre de 1978, ocupa els passadissos interiors de l’illa delimitada pel passeig de Gràcia, Aragó, rambla de Catalunya, València. És hereu del Salón Rosa (1932-1974) del passeig de Gràcia, 55, un dels llocs de trobada de l’alta societat i local de referència per a una part de la generació de la postguerra. El Bulevard implicarà una nova modernitat allunyada del reducte hippy del Mercadillo, al posar a l’abast de la joventut el concepte de roba de “marca” lluny dels preus prohibitius de les botigues selectes del passeig de Gràcia. L'èxit de la iniciativa va fer que s'obrissin dues sucursals més a la Diagonal, en els números 474 (en el nou edifici Windsor) i 609-615, al costat del carrer Joan Güell.

El Publi Cinema el dia de l'estrena de Repulsión de Polanski

Fins el 2005, en el baixos del Bulevard hi va haver els cinemes Publi 1 i 2, inaugurats el 1976 substituint el Publi Cinema inaugurat el 1932, que va ser la primera sala d’art i assaig amb la projecció, un març de 1967, de Sueños, d'Ingmar Bergman.

Pedralbes Center (1989), a l’edifici El Dau de Diagonal, Joan Güell, Europa; Via Wagner (1985-1993), a l'illa delimitada per Diagonal-Beethoven-Bori i Fontestà i Ganduxer al voltant de la plaça Wagner; i Galeries Avenida (1985-2006), al capdamunt de la rambla de Catalunya, són tres casos nascuts com a conseqüència de l’èxit del Bulevard Rosa, unes amb més fortuna que d’altres, i serveixen d'exemple a una llarga llista de galeries comercials de barri que han anat naixent i morint pel camí des dels anys 80. La nòmina és llarga i només n'apuntarem els noms perquè no aporten res de nou al concepte de galeria comercial:

Diagonal Center (les Corts), Argentina Center (Gràcia),
          I després de la guerra... Barcelona   
Fotogrames de Barcelona, ritmo de un día (1940)
Muntatge de Naranjas de Hiroshima

Barcelona, ritmo de un día va ser dirigida per Antonio Román, que pertany a aquell grup de cinestes que van aparèixer durant la República, però que van fer fortuna a la postguerra, com José Luis Sáenz de Heredia o Rafael Gil, i a qui alguns recordaran, sobretot, per ser el director de Los últimos de Filipinas (1945).

Román va acabar el documental l'octubre de 1939, i s'incorporava al catàleg de Cifesa per a la temporada 1940-41. Tant Román com el guionista José González Ubieta fan evident amb el títol quina és la seva font d'inspiració: la pel·lícula de Walther Ruttmann Berlín, simfonia d'una ciutat (1927). Salvant les distàncies ètiques i estètiques de l'Alemanya de la República de Weirmar, el documental és un exercici d'estil, ritme i muntatge que vol retratar la vida de la ciutat pocs mesos després de l'entrada a Barcelona de l'exèrcit sublevat, el 26 de gener d'aquell mateix any.

Aquesta coincidència temàtica i formal no és una coincidència. Entre finals de la dècada de 1920 i principis de 1930, el fenomen de retratar el ritme de les gran ciutats es va estendre per tot el món. En són un exemple París: Rien que les heures (Alberto Cavalcanti, 1926) i Etudes sur Paris (André Sauvage, 1928); Praga: Praha v zári svetel (Praga de nit; Svatopluk Innemann, 1928); Moscou: Chelovek s kino-apparatom (L’home de la càmera; Dziga Vertov, 1929); São Paulo: São Paulo, sinfonia da metrópole (Adalberto Kemeny i Rudolf Rex Lustig, 1929); Niça: À propos de Nice (Jean Vigo, 1930); Lisboa: Lisboa, crónica anedótica (Leitão de Barros, 1930); Oporto: Douro, faina fluvial (Manoel de Oliveitra, 1931); o Nova York: A Bronx Morning (Jay Leyda, 1931).

L'objectiu conceptual d'aquestes cintes és descobrir el ritme intern de la ciutat, que sovint resta ocult a la mirada profana. Els resultats són diversos, amb propostes que van des d'una exposició purament formal a propostes avantguardistes en què la càmera, la distorsió o el muntatge juguen a crear la realitat, forçant la imatge coma interlocutor amb l'espectador en aquells anys en què el cinema mut començava a deixar pas al sonor i, per tant, a una nova forma de narrar.

Barcelona, ritmo de un día s'acosta a aquesta proposta però resulta evident que l'objectiu assolit és un altre. Malgrat tot, també es pot argumentar que la nostra mirada no és neutre perquè ens hi enfrontem ideològicament. Durant prop de deu minuts, la cinta retrata la vida urbana i posa un èmfasi especial en la indústria, la mecànica i tot allò que pot ser un signe de progrés, i en les actituds quotidianes dels personatges anònims que hi surten anant a la feina, al port, passejant per la Rambla i la plaça de Catalunya i divertint-se com anuncien els neons de les façanes dels cinemes i els teatres, evitant qualsevol signe dels estralls de la guerra i de la misèria que va comportar. Res no ha passat durant els darrers tres anys: la Barcelona industriosa i treballadora del tòpic, camina autocomplaent després d'haver-hi posat ordre a cop de bombes i repressió, acompanyant les imatges amb la retòrica d'aquella veu en off dels noticiaris del No-Do, que no ens va abandonar en tot el temps que va durar la dictadura. En aquest sentit, el documental és tan interessant pel que mostra com pel que amaga.

I malgrat tot, és una mirada sobre la ciutat, que ens ajuda a descobrir-la; una de les moltes Barcelones construïdes i desconstruïdes al llarg dels temps. Els relats, vinguin d'on vinguin, també fan la ciutat i construeixen imaginaris que s'acaben compartint de manera totalment acrítica.

Barcelona ritmo de un día (1940), d'Antonio Román


Sobre Antonio Román i Barcelona, ritmo de un día podeu consultar Antonio Román: un cineasta de la postguerra de Pepe Coira.

          2001, HAL 9000 i el Gólem   

El 12 de gener de 2017 HAL 9000 fa 25 anys des de la data del seu naixement a la pel·lícula 2001: Odissea de l'espai, dirigida per Stanley Kubrick i estrenada el 1968. HAL és una supercomputadora dotada d'intel·ligència artificial. Celebrar-ne la data de la creació no tindria més importància si darrere d'aquest "personatge" cabdal en l'argument de la pel·lícula no s'hi amagués una història que ha passat desapercebuda fins ara. Per arribar a l'ànima de HAL, comencem pel principi, abans del seu naixement, amb unes dades que no per ser conegudes deixen de ser interessants i que ens permeten recular fins el segle XIX.

L'any 1892 el compositor britànic Harry Dacre (1860-1922) escrivia "Daisy Bell", una de les cançons més populars del music hall del segle XIX i que va popularitzar la cantant anglesa Katie Lawrence (1868-1913), l'any 1899.

Entre els anys 1961 i 1962, el físic John Larry Kelly, de Bell Labs, utilitza un ordinador IBM 704 per sintetitzar per primer cop la veu humana i fa servir la coneguda cançó de Harry Dacre.

El recorregut de la cançó continua quan l'any 1968 "Daisy Bell" es converteix, no pas per casualitat, en una de les cançons més tristes de la història del cinema. Reculem mentalment a aquell 1968, tan significatiu per moltes raons. Sortíem un vespre del cinema Florida de Barcelona, just al costat de l'enyorat Price de les vetllades de boxa i de lluita lliure, després d'haver participat en un espectacle visual com fins aleshores no havíem vist mai en una pantalla. Els més petits no teníem edat per entendre ni el significat ni el sentit narratiu de 2001: una odissea de l'espai, d'Stanley Kubrick i Arthur C. Clarke, però els adults tampoc; l'ús de la música, la coreografia, el so com a tècnica narrativa, els efectes especials i tots els elements tècnics de 2001 ens van segrestar els sentits. Vam sortir del cinema amb la sensació d'haver participat en un esdeveniment important. Vam créixer sense ser-ne conscients.

Però un regust agre ens quedava a la boca després d'haver presenciat la trista mort de HAL 9000, després de rebel·lar-se contra la tripulació de l nau, mentre s'esllanguia cantant "Daisy, Daisy", la cançó que li havia ensenyat el seu instructor, Mr. Langley, a la planta de HAL Laboratories d'Urbana, Illinois, on va néixer aquell 12 de gener de 1992 (1997 a la novel·la de Clarke) que ara celebrem, i per no deixar les xifres rodones, cent anys després que Dacre la compongués sense saber que seria l'últim alè de HAL i del seu àlter ego, el Gólem.

El Gólem en una escena animada de la pel·lícula Der Golem 
(1915 i 1920), de Henrik Galeen i Paul Wegener,
basada en la novel·la de Gustav Meyrink

Kubrick, jueu fill de pares emigrats des de l'est d'Europa (1), juga amb la idea del Gólem, un gegant de pedra al qual li dóna vida, segons la càbala, la paraula hebrea emet (אמת), que significa "veritat" i que du escrita en el seu front. Coneixem aquesta figura llegendària, entre d'altres autors, a través de Jakob Grimm, a El periódico para ermitas (1808); Ludwig Achim von Arnim, amb Isabela de Egipto (1812); E.T.A. Hoffmann i Der Sandmann (1816); pel conte El Gólem, de Isaac Bashevis Singer; però sobretot per El Gólem (1915) de l'escriptor austríac Gustav Meyrink (1868-1932), i per les tres versions de la pel·lícula Der Golem (1914, 1917 i 1920), de Paul Wegener. Malgrat tot, El Gólem i els fets miraculosos del Maharal de Praga (1909), obra clàssica de la literatura jueva en llengua jiddisch del segle XX, de Yudl Rosenberg (Rodomsko, Polònia, 1859 - Mont-real, 1935), rabí, cabalista i estudiós de la tradició jueva, és la història que narra el mite modern del Gólem.

La llegenda explica que el rabí Loew va construir el Gólem per defensar el gueto de Praga de l'antisemitisme. Quan el gegant de pedra embogeix i comença a matar indiscriminadament, com l'ordinador HAL de 2001, Loew el sacrifica esborrant-li del front l'àlef (א), primera lletra de l'alefat i principi de totes les coses, amb la qual cosa queda la paraula met (מת), "mort", de la mateixa que David Bowman apaga els sistemes cognitius de HAL, que es va apagant mentre canta "Daisy, Daisy".

D'acord amb la llegenda, les restes del Gólem estan guardades en un taüt a les golfes de la sinagoga Staronová, o Sinagoga Vella-Nova, de Praga, i pot ser retornat a la vida de nou si és necessari. Només caldrà connectar de nou el sistema operatiu.

Quan vaig donar a conèixer públicament per primer cop aquesta relació entre HAL i el Gólem, un lector em va comentar que havia vist en una escena de la pel·lícula la paraula emet (אמת) a l'ordinador. Jo no l'he sabuda trobar. Si fos així, la teoria del Gólem es convertiria en alguna cosa més que una afortunada coincidència.



[1] Kubrick va deixar sense realitzar una pel·lícula sobre l'Holocaust. Com afirmen Jan Harlan, durant molt de temps productor executiu del director nord-americà, i la seva filla, volia fer una pel·lícula sobre l'Holocaust, però mai va tenir un bon guió. Kubrick volia aconseguir els drets de la novel·la de Louis Begley, Wartime Lies, la història d'un nen jueu i la seva tia que fugen de l'ocupació nazi de Polònia. Begley  s'havia mostrat reticent a cedir els drets del seu llibre, però la seva admiració per Kubrick va suavitzar la seva postura.

Una vegada més, Kubrick es va embarcar en una investigació exhaustiva. Va fer la localització d'escenaris per Europa i va posar en marxa el càsting: Uma Thurman i l'actriu holandesa Johanna ter Steeg es perfilaven com a candidates al paper de la tia. Però va tenir la mala sort que Spielberg es va avançar amb La llista de Schindler i Kubrick va desestimar temporalment posar en el mercat una pel·lícula de temàtica tan semblant.

La sinagoga sinagoga Staronová, o Sinagoga Vella-Nova,
de Praga, en una postal dels anys 20

          Festival de la infància   

Des de fa més de cinquanta anys, coincidint amb les festes nadalenques, se celebra a Barcelona el Festival de la Infància i de la Joventut. Nascut el 1963, any en què el saló es va instal·lar en el recinte de la Fira de Mostres de Barcelona a Montjuïc, fins l'any 1966 va dur el nom de Festival de la Infancia. Va ser en aquest mateix any que l'OJE de la Falange va muntar un enorme estand, en el qual van instal·lar un campament d'activitats a l'aire lliure amb ponts, passarel·les, tirolines i tendes de campanya, amb focs de camp i actuacions musicals, així com pistes de bàsquet, voleibol i altres esports.

En aquell 1963 ja feia quinze anys que Radio Nacional de España a Barcelona organitzava la Campaña benéfica, iniciativa de l’actor Emili Fàbregas, conegut popularment com Senyor Dalmau, i el locutor de l’emissora, Joan Viñas. Aquest popular programa tenia com a objectiu que cap nen es quedés sense joguines i dirigia la seva activitat sobretot als nens hospitalitzats, raó per la qual recaptaven donatius que es traduïen no només en joguines sinó també en material quirúrgic, mantes i medicines. L'any 1967, va ser Ràdio Barcelona l'emissora que va agafar el relleu de la campanya, que encara perviu cinquanta anys després. Però aquesta no és precisament una bona notícia: senyal que alguna cosa no es fa bé quan la pobresa afecta tantes llars.

"Queridos niños y niñas,
amados del corazón,
señor Dalmau, señor Viñas,
ya comienza la emisión."

Els senyors Dalmau i Viñas

Per incrementar la xifra dels donatius es va organitzar una rifa que més tard es va convertir en tómboles benèfiques. No obstant això, arribats a l'any 1963, i un cop superada l'autarquia i instal·lats els ministres tecnòcrates em el Govern de Franco, els responsables de la campanya van acordar desenvolupar aquesta campanya en un festival, la primera edició del qual es va celebrar entre el 20 de desembre i el 6 de gener al Palau número 1 de Montjuïc.

Anunci de la tómbola de la Campaña benéfica de RNE
La Vanguardia, 1968

La iniciativa va comptar des d'un primer moment amb el patrocini de l'Ajuntament de Barcelona i la Delegación Provincial del Ministerio de Información y Turismo, i la col·laboració econòmica de diverses firmes comercials interessades en el nen com a consumidor just en el mateix moment en què començaven a entrar en algunes llars els primers electrodomèstics. Malgrat la innocència infantil, el festival no tenien cap més objectiu que el purament econòmic, com ja s'havia posat de manifest a partir de l'any 1942 amb la creació de la Feria Oficial y de Muestras de Barcelona amb què el nou règim volia enllustrar la capital catalana un cop acabada la Guerra Civil. Mireu l'enllaç següent. Espanya entrava en la modernitat.

Barcelona, ciudad de ferias y congresos

3r Festival de la infància (1965-1966)

          La medicina de les dones: ginecòlegs, llevadores i Venus anatòmiques   
Figura d'una dona gestant del Museu Roca
Col·lecció Coolen

Fruit d’una immaculada concepció, pocs parts, llegendaris o no, han tingut unes conseqüències històriques tan importants com el de Jesús. Tant és així que any rere any mig món el celebra el 25 de desembre aprofitant el solstici d’hivern. De fet, això no és ben bé així: a l’hemisferi sud el Nadal escau en el solstici d’estiu (coses d’estar cap per avall) i per als cristians ortodoxes el Nadal del seu calendari (el julià) es correspon amb el nostre 7 de gener del calendari gregorià.

Les dones, però, porten parint des que l’espècie humana va adquirir el certificat de qualitat que li ha permès arribar fins avui. I tot i que de fer fills, gestar-los i parir-los sembla ser que tothom en sap (cadascú segons el seu grau de competència de gènere), la història del sexe des del punt de vista reproductiu no s’explica només en quatre línies. L’evolució social i científica ens parla d'un relat que va des de la mateixa idea de la concepció com a fenomen misteriós que va elevar les deesses mare als altars prehistòrics a la reproducció humana sense passar per una cosa tan vulgar com l’intercanvi de fluïts. Pel camí trobem la història del control de la gestació i el part, i els avenços científics que han facilitat una pràctica que sense deixar de ser natural sí que ha patit una sèrie de transformacions que tenen a veure amb la pròpia evolució humana: si més no a Occident, la selecció natural ha quedat aparcada per altres formes de perpetuació de l’espècie, que tenen a veure més amb els gustos (selecció sexual) que no pas amb la supervivència dels millors individus.

I pel que fa al control de la gestació i el part, que hem esmentat abans, la història ens parla de la pèrdua gradual per part de la dona del control sobre el seu propi cos. L’assistència al part va estar lligada al món de les dones fins que va passar a mans dels homes, el segle XV, i medicalitzada durant el segle XVII en el moment en què s’entén el part com a propi de la cirurgia i, per tant, competència dels homes, que eren els únics que, oficialment, podien ser cirurgians. La ginecologia –terme que apareix el segle XVIII– passava a ser l’especialitat mèdica que tractava el cos de la dona i les seves malalties com un objecte diferenciat del cos de l’home. Aquesta separació va portar la dona a ser observada com un individu subjecte a la seva condició sexual i a la seva variabilitat hormonal, i a atribuir-li malalties com la histèria, paraula que ve del grec (ὑστέρα, “úter”) a través del francès (hystérie), i que relaciona les afeccions del úter amb trastorns del comportament que duien sovint les dones a ser tancades en un manicomi.

Aquesta negació de la dona al control del seu cos va dur a una situació tan inversemblant que l’any 1936 el percentatge de ginecòlogues i tocòlogues a Barcelona era inferior al cinc per cent (cap a la resta de Catalunya), el 1975 inferior al quatre per cent. Amb el canvi polític posterior a la dictadura i l’accés majoritari de la dona a la universitat, el 2005 se superava el trenta-tres per cent, i actualment, a la província de Barcelona, ja supera la meitat de ginecòlegs practicants.

Les llevadores –que podríem lligar a aquelles dones sàvies que atresoraven el coneixement tradicional lligat al cos i els remeis, i que l’Església convertiria en bruixeria i a elles en carn de foguera–, van anar perden el seu paper preeminent per convertir-se en assistents de cirurgians i metges. Sense oblidar, però, que la tasca de les llevadores ha substituït durant molt de temps la dels ginecòlegs de manera no oficial, sobretot en aquells casos en què un embaràs no desitjat obligava a buscar solucions alternatives a les institucions oficials i a pràctiques clandestines, tant de seguiment com abortives.

L’evolució de la ginecologia supera la història de la medicina i es converteix en un relat que abasta tots els estaments de la societat. Sembla raonable, doncs, que aquesta història, la de la medicina en general i la dels avenços científics que hi estan relacionats tinguin un lloc des del qual explicar a la societat quin ha estat el camí recorregut, i que expliqui, sobretot, la relació que s’ha establert entre la medicina i els seus usuaris. Però malauradament, el Museu d’Història de la Medicina de Catalunya, que existeix i custodia una col·lecció magnífica d’instruments, fotografies, gravats, llibres, documents i figures anatòmiques, no té una seu des d’on mostrar-se al públic. No és un cas únic. Són moltes les col·leccions (còmic, cinema, farmàcia, autòmats, publicitat, màgia, arts escèniques...), algunes entre les més importants d’Europa i del món, que esperen que els poders polítics apostin per posar-les a l’abast de tothom.

Puntualment, les col·leccions del Museu d’Història de la Medicina surten a la llum. És el cas de l’exposició “La medicina de les dones. Ginecologia històrica a Catalunya”, que fins el dia 5 de gener es pot veure en el Col·legi de Metges de Barcelona (passeig de la Bonanova, 47). Comissariada per Alfons Zarzoso, la mostra és una bona oportunitat per seguir aquesta història que he apuntat i de veure, entre d’altres objectes, instruments quirúrgics i una cadira de parts, que permet una reflexió que va més enllà de la transformació espacial de les persones que hi participen; figures anatòmiques en guix policromat i cera, sorgides dels tallers escultòrics de la Facultat de Medicina de la Universitat de Barcelona del segle XIX; un espectacular quadre de J. Sala, que ens permet assistir a una intervenció quirúrgica en una de les primeres sales d'operacions de la Barcelona de finals del segle XIX.

Venus anatòmica del Museu d'Història de la Medicina
Foto: Aleix Pons

Entre el passat mes de maig i novembre d’enguany vam poder gaudir d’algunes de les peces de la col·lecció del Museu d’Història de la Medicina a l’exposició “Objectes mèdics sorprenents” del Museu d’Història de la Ciència i la Tècnica de Terrassa, on vaig presentar la Venus Anatòmica. Aquesta figura anatòmica prové del Museu Anatòmic del Reial Col·legi de Cirurgia de Barcelona, incorporat a la Facultat de Medicina quan la Universitat de Barcelona va tornar de l’exili de Cervera a principis de la dècada de 1840 i es instal·lar a la seu de l’actual Reial Acadèmia de Medicina, al antic Hospital de la Santa Creu. Feta de cera, compartia els usos propis d’aquestes peces per a l’ensenyament de l’anatomia. El seu abdomen es pot desmuntar i permet l’observació dels òrgans, el procés de l’embaràs i l’estructura del fetus. El seu aspecte, lluny dels cadàvers que es feien servir per fer disseccions, és artístic i representa una dona nua amb l’aparença d’estar dormint.

Cartell d'una col·lecció anatòmica del segle XIX

Mitjan segle XIX, les col·leccions anatòmiques, a les quals es van afegir figures que mostraves els efectes de les malalties venèries, les drogues i l’alcohol, van sortir de les facultats i es van convertir en espectacles més o menys morbosos, que al llarg de cent anys van viatjar dels salons de la burgesia culta a les barraques de fira populars de la plaça de Catalunya, la Rambla i els carrers adjacents i el Paral·lel. En aquests context, el cos nu de les Venus servia d’esquer per atraure un públic que no tenia gaires alternatives per accedir al coneixem mèdic i científic, en uns temps en què la sífilis s’havia convertit en una plaga i l’assistència sanitària encara no era un dret universal (vegeu “Quan el cos i les malalties eren un espectacle”).

De les col·leccions que van passar per Barcelona n’hem parlat més d’un cop gràcies a Francesc Roca, un mag convertit en empresari que va passejar la seva barraca de fira en companyia dels seus fills per Catalunya, Espanya i França. Com explicàvem a “El redescobriment del Museu Roca”, aquesta col·lecció va anar a parar a mans d’un particular que la té exposada a Anvers (Bèlgica) perquè a la Barcelona de finals de la dècada de 1980, que és quan es va descobrir, ningú la va voler. Francesc Roca, a més, va aprofitar l’èxit popular del cinema als anys 30 per comercialitzar dues pel·lícules “científiques”: Los averiados (1933), que incidia de nou en les malalties venèries, i Como venimos al mundo (1934), que parlava de la gestació i el part, i que va aixecar la mateixa expectació morbosa que l’any 1968 va despertar Helga: el milagro de la vida quan es va estrenar a Barcelona.

La medicina tal i com la coneixem avui li deu molt a aquell món d’intercanvi de coneixement en mans d’agents diversos, de la mateixa manera que el coneixement tradicional adquirit per aquelles dones sàvies de què parlàvem més amunt ha estat assumit per la farmacologia i la medicina després de passar pels herbolaris. I avui, les col·leccions anatòmiques, a més d’explicar-nos com s’ensenyava anatomia a les facultats i com els públics populars van començar a tenir coneixement del seu cos a través d’espectacles de barraca de fira, ens posa en contacte també amb el món de l’art.

El cas de les Venus és paradigmàtic. El seu valor estètic és tan alt que ha portat a Joanna Ebenstein, fundadora del Morbid Anatomy Museum de Nova York (tancat provisionalment i en perill de mort si no troba finançament a través d'aquesta plataforma de microfunding) i assistent al Congress for Curious People que vam organitzar a Barcelona, a editar el volum The Anatomical Venus. El llibre, en el qual hi hem col·laborat amb notícies i il·lustracions de Venus que hi va haver a Barcelona, recull la fascinació misteriosa per aquestes figures escampades per tot el món. Bellesa, erotisme i mort es barregen en aquestes reproduccions de dones, la majoria de mida natural, que descansen sobre velluts i sedes ornamentades amb collarets de perles i diademes daurades, i ens fan reflexionar sobre les fronteres difuses que separen la vida de la mort, l'art de la ciència, la naturalesa i de la humanitat. Un espectacle entre sublim i sinistre, que prové d'un temps en què el llum de gas il·luminava una part de la realitat mentre la vida mirava de sortir de les penombres.

          Els banys públics de Barcelona   
Vestíbul dels Baños Populares de la Ronda de Sant Pau
© Aigües de Barcelona. Prohibit l'ús sense l'autorització d'Agbar

Diumenge 6 de novembre de 2016 ens assabentàvem per un article de l’Helena López a El Periódico, que el Sant Pau Sport Club de la Ronda de Sant Pau, 46, corre el perill de ser tancat. Aquest establiment compleix des de fa més de 75 anys una funció social relacionada amb l’higienisme i avui és encara un centre que aplega els veïns dels barris del Raval i de Sant Antoni, molts d’ells amb un poder adquisitiu molt baix i fins i tot amb risc d’exclusió. Però raons socials a banda –sens dubte més importants que qualsevol d’altra–, aquest establiment té una història que cal explicar i preservar perquè la ironia del destí ha volgut que el que passa avui estigui íntimament lligat amb el seu origen. Començarem pel principi.


Malgrat que l’higienisme va començar a imposar-se a Barcelona a finals del segle XIX durant la construcció de l’Eixample, de la mà d’Ildefons Cerdà i Pere Garcia Fària, molts habitatges no van disposar de vàter, banyera o dutxa fins ben entrada la dècada de 1960. Les cases tenien una comuna, normalment a l’eixida, que en moltes finques havia de ser compartida pels veïns. Pel que fa a l’espai públic, els primers dissenys daten de l'any 1848. Eren construccions d'obra i estaven pensats per ser aixecats en llocs emblemàtics de la ciutat, i segons algunes notícies l'any 1874 n'hi havia quaranta repartits per la ciutat, d'ús exclusivament masculí.

 Gravat i plànol del projecte dels urinaris
dissenyats per Gaudí (1878)

El 1878, segons La Vanguardia, l'empresari Enric Girossi va guanyar un concurs municipal per a la instal·lació i explotació d'una vintena d'urinaris dissenyats per un jove Antoni Gaudí, que combinaven aquests serveis amb parades de flors, que alhora que els embellia en permetia la vigilància. Aquests urinaris, però no van arribar a construir-se i l'Ajuntament va anul·lar la concessió per incompliment de contracte.

Una vespasiana a la Rambla, l'any 1908

Arran de l'Exposició Universal de 1888, es van començar a instal·lar per la ciutat, seguint una moda parisenca, urinaris públics prefabricats a l’aire lliure, coneguts amb el nom de vespasianes en honor a l’emperador romà Vespasià, que va ordenar la instal·lació d'urinaris públics a Roma i establí un impost sobre els orins. Una notícia de La Vanguardia del 16 de febrer de 1892 anuncia la imminent arribada d'uns urinaris, que es troben a l'estació de Portbou i que anomena "water-closets", que seran instal·lats en llocs com l'Arc de Triomf, la Rambla de Santa Mònica i les places de Jonqueres, Pi i Sant Agustí; i acaba dient que se situaran "en donde existen las garitas de hierro actuales", fent referència a les vespasianes.

Però no va ser fins l’any 1908 que l’Ajuntament, sota l’empenta del doctor Comenge, director del Servei d’Higiene Urbana, va fer un esforç perquè els establiments de concurrència pública com teatres, cafès, casinos i comerços disposessin de vàters per als clients.

Urinaris de la plaça dels Josepets (Lesseps), l'any 1909
Foto: Frederic Ballell

Va ser en aquestes dates que es van començar a construir els primers urinaris públics subterranis, de pagament, que al llarg dels anys es van anar estenent per tota la ciutat com es veu a la llista dels que hi havia l'any 1924, alguns dels quals han persistit fins a dates molt recents en llocs com les places del Teatre, Josepets (Lesseps), Espanya, Urquinaona, Catalunya o Sagrada Família, al carrer Salmerón (Gran de Gràcia, amb Sèneca), davant l’Arnau, al passeig de Sant Joan (entre travessera de Gràcia i Pare Claret, darrere del monument a Clavé), o a l’avinguda de la Llum, en unes condicions molt lamentables.

Urinaris públics de l'any 1924

Potser us preguntareu on feien les seves necessitats els vianants abans que s'instal·lessin les primeres vespasianes i els urinaris subterranis. A casa ens deien que al carrer s'hi havia de sortir pixat. Però en aquella Barcelona tancada dins muralles, atapeïda, sense il·luminació, plena de carrerons enfangats i solitaris, i amb un Raval on encara abundaven els horts, la gent pixava pels racons, com es torna a fer avui perquè només tenen urinaris públics les estacions de ferrocarril. El cul-de-sac del final de la Rambla, entre l'antiga foneria de canons i el carrer d'Anselm Clavé i avui tancat, diu la memòria popular que rebia el nom de carrer del Cagar-hi fent referència al seu ús com a latrina pública.

En tot cas, a la primera meitat del segle XIX i en temps més reculats, els vianants amb urgències podien alleugerir-se dins les porteries d'alguns edificis, que disposaven d'una latrina que habitualment se situava sota l'arc de l'escala i que es buidava en el pou negre que s'alimentava de les evacuacions de les llars de la finca i que calia buidar periòdicament. Una solució molt poc higiènica, i més tenint en compte que no es disposava d'aigua corrent. Els urinaris públic al carrer van acabar amb aquesta pràctica més aviat sinistra.

Banys públics, portàtils i balnearis

La higiene personal s’havia de fer, en el millor dels casos, a la pica de la cuina, en un cossi o al safareig. Si es volia fer una neteja més a fons, calia acudir als establiments de banys públics, tots ells privats i poc accessibles a les butxaques de les classes populars. L’any 1900 hi havia una dotzena d’aquests establiments, però arran del reglament de sanitat de 1929 el nombre es va ampliar considerablement, alhora que les cases benestants comencen a disposar de bany i vàter.

El Raval, pel seu caràcter obrer i deficitari en infraestructures de tota mena, és potser el barri que va tenir més banys públics. La situació era tan precària que el GATEPAC se’n va fer ressò en el número 7 de la revista AC. Documentos de Actividad Contemporánea, del tercer trimestre de 1932, i el GATCPAC en el Pla de Sanejament de l’any 1937 fent instal·lar dutxes públiques en els llocs més deprimits de Ciutat Vella.

Els banys de Tras-Correos, del passatge de la Pau

Alguns banys van tenir molta fama gràcies a oferir serveis imitant els balnearis, com Can Casteliu del carrer de l'Arc del Teatre (1814), que passa per ser el més antic de la Península i l'edifici del qual encara subsisteix rere una porta enreixada;  o els banys de Tras-Correos, un impressionant edifici d'estil arabitzant (entre els anys de 1910 i 1956 va ser el prostíbul Xalet del Moro) que tenia entrada pel carrer Nou de Sant Francesc, Gínjol, pels passatges de la Pau i Escudellers, i pel Dormitori de Sant Francesc.

L'any 1846, el metge Antoni Pujadas (no va completar els estudis de medicina fins dos després) obre uns banys terapèutics a la Rambla de Sant Josep, però els trasllada, el 1850, al carrer de la Canuda, 31, cantonada amb Ventrallans, i els posa el nom de Neothermas. L'establiment acull, també, malalts mentals, que seran traslladats a Sant Boi l'any 1853 i el centre clausurat, davant les queixes dels veïns, que argumenten que els crits dels pacients els molesten dia i nit. Seran els inicis del manicomi de Sant Boi, inaugurat el 1854.

Durant la primera meitat del segle XIX es construiran altres banys escampats per la ciutat: els del carrer del Cid cantonada amb Mina; els de Sant Pau, davant de l'Arc de Sant Agustí; o els banys del carrer de Davant del Portal Nou, entre el Rec Comtal i el carrer d'en Cortines.

L'any 1869, el doctor Nunell obria les Termas de Cataluña a la plaça de Santa Anna, que van estar actius fins 1892, moment en què, davant de l'èxit, va decidir ampliar-los i traslladar-los al número 3 de la Rambla dels Estudis, just al costat dels grans magatzems El Siglo i l'església de Betlem. Les noves instal·lacions oferien als típics banys de pila i les dutxes un servei de tècniques de rehabilitació amb hidroteràpia, electroteràpia i gimnàstica mèdica; servei de sauna, que era anunciat a la romana: frigidarium, vaporarium i caldarium, i que funcionaven amb un sistema d'estufes graduades; i banys d'aigua i vapor a l'estil d'altres països: turc, rus, irlandès o egipci.

N'hi ha hagut molts des d'aquell llunyà 1814, i n'hi ha que van sobreviure fins la dècada de 1970, alguns en un estat força precari: els Baños Romanos i els Orientales de Nou de la Rambla; el Baños Higiénicos y Medicinales Riera de Sant Pau, 18, que oferia servei de perruqueia i manicura per a senyores; els Baños de Juan Badó de Santa Margarida, 4; els Baños Ledesma; els del carrer de Lancaster, les dutxes dels quals estaven al voltant d'un jardí; els de la plaça de Sant Agustí Vell; els de Marquès d'Argentera, al costat de l'Estació de França; els del carrer de Santa Anna, 21;  els del carrer de Sant Domènec, a Gràcia; els serveis de dutxa, urinaris i perruqueria de la plaça de Salvador Anglada (plaça de Sants), per a homes i dones; els del carrer de l'Art, 12, al Guinardó (propietat de la família Soriano); al carrer Arizala (Les Corts, entre Pintor Pahissa i travessera de les Corts) o les dutxes i urinaris l'Avinguda de la Llum, que, en un estat molt decadent, van tancar definitivament el 1990.

Publicitat dels Baños Riera del carrer
de Sant Pau, l'any 1925

Però els banys de què guardem una memòria més recent eren els de la plaça Urquinaona, que disposaven de dutxes, lavabos, urinaris, perruqueria, servei de neteja de sabates i una centraleta de telèfons amb cabines. Van ser construïts a finals de la primera dècada del segle XX i es van tancar l’any 1999. Van romandre ocults sota la plaça fins que l'any 2012 van ser definitivament enderrocats i tapats, sense que cap signe exterior ens faci sospitar la seva antiga existència.

Sala de banys dels Serveis Municipals d'Higiene
de la plaça Urquinaona, els anys 20

Els banys de Manuel Solé del carrer de Fortuny (amb un local a Gràcia, amb entrada per la Riera de Sant Miquel i pel carrer de Salmerón, 15, avui carrer Gran de Gràcia) formaven part del gimnàs on el 29 de novembre de 1899 Joan Gamper, amb d'altres socis, va fundar el Futbol Club Barcelona, i on s'oferien servei de dutxes, banys de pila i banys portàtils o a domicili, que eren utilitzats per particulars que volien rentar-se a casa i s'ho podien pagar, o per malalts que no podien desplaçar-se. També hi va haver uns banys portàtils als jardins de la Casa Gibert de la plaça de Catalunya (1882).

El gimnàs i els banys de Manuel Soler, del carrer de Fortuny,
el 1909, abans que el carrer fos obert cap a la Rambla

D'altres, en canvi, es van guanyar la fama de la burgesia barcelonina que començava a habitar l'Eixample durant el darrer terç del segle XIX. En aquests casos no es feien servir els noms bany o dutxa, sinó que s'oferia als usuaris unes luxoses instal·lacions que oferien serveis que anaven més enllà de la higiene. La salut i la cura del cos va portar al bell mig de la ciutat la construcció de balnearis. A la dècada de 1870 s'obria l'Establecimiento Balneario Recreativo, situat a la cantonada dels carrer Bailèn i Casp. I més tard, el doctor Lluís de Castellarnau posava en marxa l'Instituto Hisdroteràpico Barcelonés, amb seu al passeig de Gràcia, 22 (1884-1895), tocant a la Diagonal i aleshores municipi de Gràcia;  i al carrer d'Aragó, 331 (1897-1929), avui 275, entre Passeig de Gràcia i Pau Claris.

Els banys de mar

Tot i que neixen amb finalitats terapèutiques i més tard lúdiques, els banys de mar o d'oleaje (a l'estiu) també oferien habitualment banys de pila i dutxes. Segons Mercè Tatjer, els més antics eren els de Can Soler (o Solé), coneguts també com de la Senyora Tona o de la Casa de la Caritat (a partir de 1827), oberts a finals del segle XVIII, situats al final del carrer de la Maquinista i desapareguts quan s'hi va construir La Maquinista Terrestre y Marítima. De 1829 són els banys de Benet Trulls, situats al peu de la muntanya de Montjuïc sobre el que havia estat un antic molí fariner, prop de la platja de Santa Madrona. A la premsa barcelonina, especialment a les pàgines del Diario de Barcelona durant la dècada de 1810-1820, apareixen les primeres notícies de barraques de banys de fusta al peu de la muntanya de Montjuïc i les primeres referències i consells sobre els banys i els banyistes. A l'estiu de 1848, el Diario de Barcelona descrivia una barraca destinada a ús exclusiu d'homes, que comptava amb servei de bany i d'higiene, situada a la platja de les Drassanes, a la Barceloneta.

Després vindrien els Baños Orientales (1872), que a més dels banys de mar oferia els de pila, servei que, de fet, també oferien els altres banys de la Barceloneta: la Deliciosa, Junta de Damas, Astillero (1856), Sant Miquel (1861, situats inicialment a Can Tunis), Sant Sebastià (1910), Neptuno, la Sirena, el Tritón o el Pabellón del Ejército. A aquestes instal·lacions de banys de pila i dutxes, i banys de mar a l'estiu, cal afegir els clubs de natació com el Barcelona (1907), l'Atlètic (1913) o el Barceloneta (1929).

El 1860, la platja de la Barceloneta era, segons el Diario de Barcelona, ​​"una especie de población de baños", que el 1864 ja comptava, com explica Tatjer, amb restaurants, venda de diaris, banys flotants, aparells gimnàstics i una secció per a senyores. I és a partir d'aquest mateix any que els banys de Sant Miquel i l'any següent els de l'Astillero afegeixen els banys de mar temporals a l'estiu.

També se'n van instal·lar a altres platges de la rodalia de Barcelona, com els banys de la Marina de Sants i Can Tunis: España, Colón, Cibeles o Zoraya, conegut popularment com el Balneari, que suplien La Perla del Mediterráneo, un agosarat complex balneari d'hidroteràpia i esportiu, de gust neoàrab, que l'arquitecte Enric Sagnier va projectar el 1884 però que no es va arribar a construir. Inaugurat el 13 de juliol de 1905 i tancats a principi dels anys 30, el balneari Zoraya oferia banys de pila i d'onades, piscines, gimnàs i restaurant, i a l'estiu s'hi organitzaven regates de vela. El públic del balneari era benestant, en uns anys en què la burgesia barcelonina freqüentava la Marina de Sants, com ho indica que va ser aquí on es va construir l'hipòdrom de Barcelona, anomenat de Can Tunis (1883-1934)

A Sant Martí de Provençals, els banys de Pere Serra (1875) i La Martinense (1881), que l'any 1912 s'unifiquen amb el nom de banys de la Mar Bella.

A partir de mitjan la dècada de 1910, Barcelona s'obre al món com a ciutat turística (vegeu Barcelona... de vacances) i els banys de mar es diferencien dels banys higiènics tot i que el seu caràcter popular sempre els va fer oberts a aquests usos fins a la seva desaparició.

Els Baños Orientales, l'any 1881

Termes i banys turcs

L’any 1929, arran de l’Exposició Internacional, l’Ajuntament crea els primers banys municipals en el subsòl de la plaça d’Espanya. Amb el nom de Termas Municipales, l’establiment tenia entrada per l’hotel de l’exposició del xamfrà de la Gran Via i Creu Coberta. Passat l’esdeveniment internacional, els banys van caure en desús a causa de l’elevat cost de manteniment. Malgrat tot, es va revifar quan va passar a mans del Club Femení i d’Esports. El dia 25 d’octubre de 1932 el president de la Generalitat, Francesc Macià, i l’alcalde de Barcelona, Jaume Aiguader, van inaugurar les noves instal·lacions. L’entitat, que va desaparèixer l’any 1936 després d’una intensa i important tasca esportiva i cultural, va ser el primer club esportiu exclusivament femení de l’Estat espanyol. Les termes, però, van continuar en funcionament, sobretot com a urinari públic i en un estat cada cop més decadent (era notòria la manca de llum i ventilació), fins la dècada de 1980. Actualment no se sap amb exactitud què va passar amb aquestes instal·lacions. Adaptades a altres usos, segurament subsisteixen en el subsòl.

 Dutxes de les Termas Municipales de la plaça d'Espanya

La piscina de les Termas Municipales de la plaça d'Espanya

De la dècada de 1930 són els Baños Turcos del carrer de Calàbria, 79, xamfrà amb Sepúlveda. Eren privats i  oferien, en un ambient orientalitzant, sales de vapor i piscina, amb tractaments específics contra l'obesitat amb una publicitat pedagògica que incorporava informació sobre com prendre un bany i quines eren les propietats sanadores de l'aigua calenta. També s'oferien banys convencionals amb departaments dotats de banyeres. Malgrat aquesta oferta tan específica, l'establiment també tenia com a clientela els veïns del barri que no tenien dutxa a casa i que hi anaven un o dos cops per setmana a tenir cura de la seva higiene personal. Van estar en funcionament fins la dècada de 1980 i van ser enderrocats quan es trobaven en plena decadència.

Publicitat dels Baños Turcos del carrer de Calàbria
Arxiu particular d'Enric H. March

Piscina dels Baños Turcos del carrer de Calàbria
Arxiu particular d'Enric H. March

Baños populares

Acabada la Guerra Civil i desmuntat tot l’aparell republicà que havia posat en marxa mesures tant higienistes com sanitàries, el problema va tornar a augmentar en una població que va haver de viure una postguerra plena de misèries i necessitats urgents.

Arxiu particular d'Enric H. March

Davant d’aquests problema, la política paternalista franquista va fer construir, entre l’any 1940 i 1941, els Baños populares, unes instal·lacions públiques de la Societat General d’Aigües de Barcelona, que disposaven de banyeres, dutxes, banys de vapor i piscina, en tres llocs estratègics de la ciutat. I és aquí on aquest repàs per la història de les mancances higièniques de la població de Barcelona. Els primers Baños Populares es van inaugurar el 21 de novembre de 1940 a la Ronda de Sant Pau, amb la presència de l’alcalde Miquel Mateu, i els assistents van ser obsequiats amb un inefable “vino español” i van brindar per l’èxit de la iniciativa que incloïa, a més de les qüestions higièniques, incrementar l’afició per la natació esportiva. Entre finals dels anys 50 i 1966, anys en què es va inaugurar la piscina coberta de la plaça de Floch i Torres, el CN Montjuïc va fer servir la piscina dels banys per fer-hi entrenaments i cursets de natació.

Imatge actual de la piscina dels Baños Populares 
de la Ronda de Sant Pau

Els altres establiments es van construir un al carrer de la Sèquia Comtal, 4-6, en el barri del Clot, en el mateix indret on hi va haver el molí de Baix, que funcionava amb la força motriu de les aigües del Rec Comtal, més tard convertit en el Cinematógrafo el Recreo Martinense, conegut, precisament, com “el Molí”. Tancades i en desús, les instal·lacions encara perviuen a la planta baixa dels edificis d’habitatges que formaven part de la mateixa construcció.

Vestíbul dels Baños Populares de la Sèquia Comtal
© Aigües de Barcelona. Prohibit l'ús sense
l'autorització d'Agbar

El tercer establiment estava a la Travessera de Gràcia, 218-220. L’any 1943 li va ser concedida la gestió al C. N. Catalunya fins l’any 1970, en què l’establiment es va convertir en la discoteca Trocadero i actualment és un supermercat, però ja sense cap vestigi dels banys ni de la piscina. Només se'n conserva la façana porticada que ens recorda un passat ocult.

Porxos i vestíbul dels Baños Populares de Gràcia
© Aigües de Barcelona. Prohibit l'ús sense
l'autorització d'Agbar

En aquest context va néixer la instal·lació del Sant Pau Sport Club de la Ronda de Sant Pau, que conserva la piscina original de 1940. És cert que es pot qüestionar la necessitat de conservar aquests Baños Populares perquè el valor arquitectònic és relatiu. Però si per a alguna cosa serveix la història és per conservar i refrescar la memòria. Encara que fos una iniciativa de l’ajuntament franquista, va néixer per pal·liar unes necessitat socials importants en la postguerra més dura. La proliferació de centres esportius d’oci durant les darreres dècades ens pot fer pensar que allò que va ser una necessitat avui és un luxe o un entreteniment superflu. Però la realitat concreta que viu el Sant Pau Sport Club ens ha de fer pensar que l’accés als centres de salut física estan limitats al poder adquisitiu i que són molts els ciutadans que no gaudeixen de les mateixes oportunitats que més afortunats. En aquest sentit, el Sant Pau no només és necessari, sinó que ens explica una història que es repeteix i que hauria de ser explicada al vestíbul i a la façana per recordar-nos d’on venim i a on anem.

Agraïments: Jaume Almirall, Josep Azemà, Jorge Álvarez, Francisco Arauz, Miquel Barceló, Enric Comas, Carmen Giménez, María José González, Joan Ramon Rovira, Mercè Tatjer, Ramon Vilalta.

 Abans del bany, 1895
Ramon Casas, Museu de Montserrat

          El Saturno Parque, el Cabaret de la Muerte i altres atraccions misterioses   
Catàleg de la inauguració del Saturno Parque (1911)
© Xavi Rodríguez (Bloggercoaster)

Quan la Ciutadella va ser el Coney Island de Barcelona

L’any 1911 es complien deu any de la inauguració de les atraccions del Tibidabo i en feia prop de quaranta de la desaparició dels Camp Elisis, inaugurats el 1853 en el passeig de Gràcia entre els carrer d’Aragó i Rosselló, i desmantellats el 1872, i del qual només un passatge amb el seu nom en recorda l’existència.

El 1911 dos projectes es posaven en marxa. Un, el Gran Casino de l’Arrabassada (1911-1934), del qual en queden múltiples restes (escales, balustrades, túnels i pous) escampades per Collserola i ocultes en el bosc. L’altre, el Saturno Parque (1911-1926), que va ocupar dos emplaçaments diferents dins del Parc de la Ciutadella. Fins el 1916, en el Pati d’Armes, entre l’actual Parlament de Catalunya i l’institut Verdaguer; i d’aquesta data fins que tanca el 1926, en la zona ocupada per l’estany del Parc, la Cascada i zones adjacents.

Ens interessa parlar del Saturno Parque (després rebatejat com a Saturno Park) perquè el coneixement que es té de les atraccions que el componien s’ha obtingut a les hemeroteques a través de la premsa, o de les moltes postals que circulen, però no d’una font directe, cosa que sí hem pogut fer recentment i que ha reportat moltes sorpreses.

El Luna Park de Coney Island (NY), il·luminat de nit, el 1906
Col·lecció Detroit Publishing Company (Library of Congress)

El Saturno Parque pren com a referència els Luna Park de Coney Island, a Nova York, i el de París, i pretén convertir-se en el gran centre atraccions i d’oci popular de Barcelona. La comparació, però, és purament formal perquè el parc d’atraccions barceloní no tenia ni la magnitud ni la capacitat d’atracció del Luna Park novaiorquès, capaç de rebre un milió de visitants en un sol dia si sumem atraccions, restaurants i platges. Malgrat tot, l’entorn del Parc de la Ciutadella li donava un aspecte grandiós i elegant que es multiplicava a la nit amb els milers de llums estàtics que il·luminaven les atraccions i els que es movien al ritme dels trens, els cotxes i les vagonetes circulant incessantment sota la música i la cridòria del públic excitat.

El Saturno Parque il·luminat de nit (1915)
Col·lecció Roisin (AEFC)

Entre les atraccions del Saturno, que van anar variant amb els anys, destacaven el Patín Siglo XX (un tobogan gegant), l’Skating Ring (pista de patinatge), la Plataforma de la Risa o Rueda del Diablo (una pista giratòria que feia perdre l’equilibri), els Columpios reales (barques que es gronxaven, com les del Caspolino), el Planeten-tunnelbahn (un carrusel ondulatori), La Taberna de la Destrucción (un pim-pam-pum), la Flecha de los cigarros, el Laberinto de la escalera diabólica, el Tiro automático con figuras móviles, el Cucut (un capgròs autòmat), el trenet Metropolitan miniature (vegeu En tren pels parcs de Barcelona) i un Tiro de pichón que permetia disparar amb armes de veritat sobre coloms, conills i pollastres, en uns temps en què eren habituals no només les atraccions de tir amb animals, sinó que per Barcelona s'escampaven locals amb espectacles de lluites d'animals.

El Pim-pam-pum del Saturno Park (1913)

Les atraccions estrella, però, eren les famoses Witching Waves (onades embruixades, a les quals s’entrava a través d’unes grutes amb estalagmites i estalactites), el Water Chute (vagonetes llançades a l’aigua d’un estany per una pendent), el Tobogan Glissoir (en forma de tirabuixó amb tres pistes) i una muntanya russa de grans dimensions coneguda com Los Urales. Aquesta atracció havia vingut de València, on el 1909 havia presidit la zona d'esbarjo de l'Exposició Regional. Hi destacava un cuc enorme a meitat del recorregut que semblava engolir les vagonetes. Les vies s'enlairaven fins a 30 metres d’alçada i sembla que va arribar a ser la muntanya russa més llarga d'Europa.

A més d'establiments de restauració, refrescos, cafeteries i bars, el parc comptava amb salons fotogràfics que permetien fer caricatures i caracteritzacions, bàscules, telescopis, gramòfons, cinetoscopis (una màquina d’ús individual que permetia veure una pel·lícula introduint una moneda) i un aparell que permetia recuperar forces mitjançant corrents elèctrics. L'electricitat estava de moda-

També hi havia un teatre i un cinema en un edifici d’aires egipcis i babilònics, i el Kaiser Panorama, un aparell òptic que permetia que vint persones alhora poguessin veure imatges il·luminades en tres dimensions (estereografies), atracció molt popular a tot Europa, que il·lustraven, com si fossin reals, els esdeveniments “més importants del món” de la història antiga i actual: paisatges, guerres, incendis, terratrèmols, inundacions, erupcions de volcans, naufragis, crims, comèdies, tragèdies i festes, que satisfeien la curiositat de la gent en un temps en què viatjar era un luxe i no era possible conèixer el món de cap altra manera. S’anunciava com el panorama favorit del kàiser alemany Guillem II. Procedent dels anys del precinema, aquests aparells encara atreien més públic que el cinema, un art sense prou entitat que compartia espai com a element de transició entre els espectacles escènics.

Gravat d'un Kàiser Panorama de 1880

Fenòmens, autòmats i inferns

A banda de les atraccions, el Luna Park de Coney Island, igual que els parcs d’atraccions de les grans ciutats americanes i europees, atreien el públic, sobretot abans del triomf del cinema com a espectacle de masses, amb autòmats, màgia, fantasmagories, barraques de fira que exhibien fenòmens i tota mena de manifestacions que resultaven exòtiques o incomprensibles per a un públic fàcil d’enganyar.

El Saturno no va ser aliè a aquestes experiències malgrat que la premsa no se’n va fer ressò, com ha passat sovint a Barcelona amb aquelles manifestacions d’oci popular que s’escapaven de l’ortodòxia o que eren prou excèntriques com perquè el bon gust i el seny no les publicités.

Pel que fa als fenòmens, és coneguda la presència dels famosos Paquito i Vendeen, un nan i un gegant que van fer força fortuna per tot Europa i que eren del gust barceloní com ho demostra la continuada exhibició de parelles similars des de mitjan segle XIX, com han deixat constància a les cartelleres, però que es remunta a moltes dècades abans. Entre les moltes exhibicions que el nan Paquito feia hi havia des de números circenses a corrides de toros més o menys còmiques, com la que oferí el juliol de 1914, seguint una tradició habitual al Torin de la Barceloneta i en molts espais improvisats de la ciutat.

Entre les atraccions desconegudes fins ara, una de les que despertava la curiositat del públic era el Departamento de los fenómenos, misterios y enigmas. Repartits en escenaris diferents hi havia cinc autòmats:

Cabeza de María Stuart: En un tron i sobre dos sabres, el cap de Maria d’Escòcia, que va morir decapitada el 1587 per ordre de la reina Isabel I d’Anglaterra, movia els ulls, plorava, reia i contestava les preguntes del públic.

La mujer pez: Un altre cap parlant que responia preguntes, però aquest cop dins d’un aquàrium de vidre ple d’aigua i peixos.

La mujer sirena: En aquest cas una bella ondina surt del mar a la posta del sol i fa contorsions sospesa a l’aire, sense cap subjecció aparent, i al so de la música. Després de diverses piruetes, se submergeix de nou dins de l’aigua.

El busto enigmático de Silvia: La noia que respon al nom de Sílvia només té mig cos que reposa sobre una tauleta. La seva és una història trista i la va explicant mentre el públic puja a l’escenari per veure el bust de prop.

La Ninfa de las Flores: En un escenari en forma de teatret de fusta, decorat a l’estil japonès amb garlandes, borles i espelmes enceses, un gerro mostra un ram de flors que es van obrint al so d’una música melancòlica mentre entre els pètals apareix el cap d’una nimfa d’aspecte oriental, que també parla i respon les preguntes del públic.

Sota el títol genèric de Diversiones familiares Dorwan, aquest personatge dirigia i oferia “espectàculos instructivos y morales” que recreaven quadres plàstics amb al·legories de la naturalesa, de l’infern i representacions de l’Antic Testament. Les imatges se succeïen com il·lusions passatgeres que apareixien i s'esvanien com a meteors fugitius fent servir, en paraules de Dorwan, “un método eminentemente científico”.

Le Chevalier Dorwan, que és com es feia dir aquest artista, es va donar a conèixer a Barcelona l'any 1910. Va començar actuant al teatre Apolo i al Gran Via, per passar al Poliorama on s'hi va passar fins a final d'any. Posava sobre l'escenari un espectacle de fantasmagories que s'anomenava La habitación celestial, que era presentat amb un experiment científic que desafiava les lleis de la física. Jugava amb efectes òptics i lumínics per fer aparèixer figures evanescents com fantasmes.

Les atraccions amb emocions fortes començaven amb el Camino del infierno, una recreació, com anunciaven, de “lo que se cree de las regiones infernales”. Era una mena de túnel del terror, amb passadissos a diferents nivells que conduïen “por los caminos montañosos del Averno” i als quals s’accedia amb unes plataformes elevadores. Els terres inestables, els efectes òptics i la projecció de fantasmagories procuraven un autèntic descens als inferns.

El Cabaret de la Muerte del Paral·lel (1926)

El plat fort, però, era el Teatro del Cabaret de la Muerte y el Paraíso. Vam sentir parlar per primer cop del Cabaret de la Muerte arran del descobriment d’un espectacle que amb aquest nom s’exhibia en el número 72 de l’avinguda del Paral·lel, entre els anys 1925 i 1926, en els soterranis del Café Concert Sevilla. Si aquest descobriment va ser una sorpresa, ho és més saber que un espectacle semblant i amb el mateix nom ja existia l’any 1911 quan es va inaugurar el Saturno Parque.

El Cabaret de la muerte del Saturno Parque, amb imatges del Cabaret du Néant de París

El Cabaret du Néant del Saturno Parque,
en uns anuncis de 1911

L’escenografia del Cabaret de la Muerte del Saturno era semblant al del Cabaret du Néant, fundat el 1892 per l’il·lusionista Antonin Dorville, amic de Georges Méliès, i situat en el número 34 del Boulevard de Clichy de París. El local parisenc, que funcionava alhora com a taverna, oferia espectacles relacionats amb la mort, els fantasmes i l’infern, en un ambient d’esquelets, calaveres i taüts, mentre els clients prenien begudes que s’anunciaven fetes de sang, pus i esputs de tuberculosos, i on s’entretenia els espectadors amb trucs d’il·lusionisme i fantasmagories.

El nom i les imatges del Cabaret du Néant es feien servir, precisament, com a reclam de l’espectacle del Saturno Parque. Una de les atraccions proposava als espectadors ser introduïts en un taüt per a ser transformat en un esquelet sota el suggeridor anunci que proclama la transfiguració de les ànimes. L’espectacle, en un entorn similar al d’una cripta, durava una hora mentre una música tètrica composta especialment per al show aterria un públic ingenu i necessitat d’emocions fortes.

Probablement, l’espectacle del Paral·lel deuria ser semblant a aquest del Saturno Parque, mentre el Café Concert Sevilla feia les funcions de taverna, diferenciant-se d’aquesta manera del Cabaret du Néant, que compaginava les dues funcions.

El Teatro del Cabaret de la Muerte y el Paraíso completava la seva oferta amb les Experiencias anatómicas que, sense saber exactament què contenien, oferia “operaciones instructivas, morales y atractivas” que ens porta a pensar en l’existència d’un petit reservat que mostrava un gabinet de figures anatòmiques de cera que podien mostrar el procés de gestació i el part, amb una atractiva Venus anatòmica, o els estralls de les malalties venèries, com més tard va fer el Museu Roca.

Hi ha encara molt per descobrir en el món de l’oci popular de la Barcelona del segle XIX i principis del XX. La recerca és lenta i costosa, però les descobertes són grans, com ho van ser els museus anatòmics que es van exhibir a la ciutat. El coneixement d’aquestes atraccions i exhibicions del Saturno Parque ha estat casual gràcies a la localització d’un catàleg de la inauguració de l’any 1911. Quan es tracta d’espectacles itinerants la dificultat de trobar-ne algun rastre augmenta. Pel camí hem trobat zoològics humans que s'exhibien en el Tibidabo i el Turó Park, on una tribu himàlaia era exhibida, el setembre de 1915, entre espectacles de sardanes, putxinel·lis o la casa encantada, i que eren descrits com "los fenómenos más raros del mundo, ni hombres ni monos". La recerca continua.

 Tobogan Glissoir

Muntanyes russes Los Urales

Water chute

Witching Waves

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          DSP Mohammed Ayub Pandith's was the first mob lynching of a cop in three decades of Kashmir unrest   
Pandith's death is symptomatic of the intense sense of betrayal and anger that a large section of the population, particularly the Valley youth, feels...
          500 Kids Have Gone Missing In DC In 2017 — Sex Trafficking Fears Have Officials Asking FBI For Help   
A total of 501 juveniles have been reported missing in D.C. since the beginning of the year. This startling number has forced the hands of several officials who’ve written a letter to call on special help from the Justice Department in investigating the matter.
The letter, obtained by the Associated Press, asked FBI Director James Comey and Attorney General Jeff Sessions to “devote the resources necessary to determine whether these developments are an anomaly or whether they are indicative of an underlying trend that must be addressed.” It was signed by Congressional Black Caucus Chairman Cedric Richmond (D-La) and Del. Eleanor Holmes Norton, who represents D.C. in Congress.
“Ten children of color went missing in our nation’s capital in a period of two weeks and at first garnered very little media attention. That’s deeply disturbing,” Richmond’s letter said.
As the AP reports, the District of Columbia logged 501 cases of missing juveniles, many of them black or Latino, in the first three months of this year, according to the Metropolitan Police Department, the city’s police force. Twenty-two were unsolved as of March 22, police said.
The Twitter profile for the DC police department is quite literally riddled with images of missing young Black and Latino girls. In spite of the officials’ concern and the posts on Twitter, police are assuring the public that there is nothing out of the ordinary.

“We’ve just been posting them on social media more often,” said Metropolitan Police spokeswoman Rachel Reid.
“We can’t focus on the numbers,” said Derrica Wilson, co-founder of the Black and Missing Foundation. “If we have one missing child, that’s too many.”
Police then went on to dispel talk of these girls being kidnapped and sold into slavery by human traffickers.
“We have no indication to believe that young girls in the District are being preyed upon by human traffickers in large numbers,” said police commander Chanel Dickerson, leader of the Youth and Family Services division, according to NBC News 4.
Notice how Dickerson said “in large numbers” as a qualifier, meaning he didn’t rule out the fact that there are human traffickers in the area preying on young girls.
As the Free Thought Project pointed out on several occasions, some of these traffickers have already been caught in D.C. — and some of them have been cops.
Linwood Barnhill Jr., a veteran of the D.C. Police Department, was exposed by the Free Thought Projectfor running a child sex ring out of his house. In 2014, in an early morning search warrant issued for his Southeast D.C. apartment found a 15-year-old girl who had previously been reported missing by her parents.
When police rescued the girl she told officers that she had met six other girls inside the Southeast D.C. apartment who told her they were also being prostituted, including with ads posted on Barnhill also took naked photos of the girls, purportedly for use in advertisements for sex.
Marijuana, condoms and a large mirror were also seized from the apartment; law enforcement officials say that the seized mirror had the names of other females who were being trafficked written on it.
Around that same time, another cop in the area was also exposed and arrested for trafficking teens. Lamin Manneh, 32, of Baltimore, pleaded guilty to traveling across state lines and using a telephone and internet to operate a prostitution business using two teens he prostituted out over 300 times.
According to the AP, Wilson also said she is concerned about whether human trafficking is a factor, citing the case of 8-year-old Relisha Rudd, who has been missing since she vanished from a city homeless shelter in 2014. A janitor who worked at the shelter was found dead of apparent suicide during the search for the girl.
“They prey on the homeless, they prey on low-income children, they prey on the runaways, they prey online,” Wilson said.
“Whether these recent disappearances are an anomaly or signals of underlying trends, it is essential that the Department of Justice and the FBI use all of the tools at their disposal to help local officials investigate these events, and return these children to their parents as soon as possible,” Richmond said.
According to the anti-Human Trafficking group, Polaris, located in D.C., the number of trafficked humans in the US is startling.
Sadly, the US government appears to spend far more time looking for an illegal plant or for Tom Brady’s jersey, than they do on missing children.
Matt Agorist is the co-founder of, where this article first appeared. He is an honorably discharged veteran of the USMC and former intelligence operator directly tasked by the NSA. This prior experience gives him unique insight into the world of government corruption and the American police state. Agorist has been an independent journalist for over a decade and has been

          KZN cop allegedly shoots neighbour   
Durban – A Durban metro policeman who allegedly shot his 48-year-old neighbour in Verulam over an argument about a plastic packet lying on the road, has been arrested for attempted murder, KwaZulu-Natal police said on Thursday. Click here for the full story.
          Catch a movie in bed…at the theater! Four awesome theaters from around the world with beds for seats   
We love movies. That’s not really a surprise or a secret, but it certainly is true! Whether it’s some kung-fu cop action or the latest from Ghibli, we would be hard-pressed to decline a trip to the theater. But even we have to admit that not all theater seating was created equally. Sure most of […]
          7/1/2017: SPORT: Boos culture: punchline no joke as AFL feared that Houli would cop Goodes treatment   

The unluckiest footballer in Australia this week is Carlton defender Jed Lamb. He was unconscious before he hit the ground against Richmond last Sunday. Lamb could not play out the game. In fact, Lamb was so concussed he was not fit to play in today’s...
          Trailer: "The Booby Trapper" has neither boobies nor trappers... discuss.   

I feel like I just ran down the stairs on Christmas morning and found nothing under the tree. That's how disappointed I am after watching the trailer for "The Booby Trapper". Maybe it's just me but when I read a title like that I expect to see some… well you know. But alas, I present to you what looks to be a decent low budget slasher film set in the woods, nothing more. There's a couple campers, a killer and a cop hell bent on finding the madman. All things that might make this a good film if it hadn't gotten my hopes up so high with a title like "The Booby Trapper". Take a look at the trailer below and see for yourself.

"The Booby Trapper" is expected to make it's way to DVD sometime in 2010 but don't bother goggling the movie at work, trust me.

          L'Empar i el brindis de JFD pel rei   
L'Empar Moliner posa banda sonora al vídeo viral de l'exministre Jorge Fernández Díaz ensenyant com es brinda pel rei a Espanya. El company de tertúlia Francesc Canosa creu que alguns exministres com Fernández Díaz o García Margallo "han passat de la realitat als dibuixos animats" un cop han deixat el govern de l'estat.
          Conferința ”Finanțări pentru IMM-uri și întreprinderi sociale prin programele operaționale”. Ministrul Ilan Laufer: Extindem cota TVA de 5% pentru Prima Casă   
Consiliul Național al Întreprinderilor Private Mici și Mijlocii din România în parteneriat cu Ministerul Dezvoltării Regionale, Administrației Publice și Fondurilor Europene și cu sprijinul BCR, a organizat astăzi, 30 iunie, conferința ”Finanțări pentru IMM-uri și întreprinderi sociale prin programele operaționale”. Conferința, care a adunat peste 150 de participanți, a avut ca scop prezentarea instrumentelor financiare […]
          VIDEO. Ce au aflat creativii despre creditele garantate Europa Creativă și noile modele de afaceri pentru sectoarele culturale și creative   
Biroul Europa Creativă România a organizat marți, 27 iunie a.c., la Impact Hub București, evenimentul „Europa Creativă 2014-2020: Garantarea creditelor și noi modele de afaceri pentru sectoarele culturale și creative”. Acesta a fost realizat în colaborare cu Libra Internet Bank și a avut ca scop promovarea schemei de împrumuturi  garantate pentru IMM-urile din sectoarele culturale […]
          Rogue Cop Steals Helicopter And Drops Grenades On Venezuelan Supreme Court (Video)   


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          Review: Holland, cast delight in 'Spider-Man: Homecoming'   
First there was Tobey Maguire, who under the direction of Sam Raimi for three films ushered in the modern superhero era, and then there was Andrew Garfield whose two films with Marc Webb were immediately forgettable. Director Jon Watts, whose only previous feature film credit is the indie thriller "Cop Car," has confidently put his stamp on the friendly neighborhood web-slinger by making one bold move: actually casting teenagers to play teenagers. Yes, after two films with late 20-somethings donning the Spidey suit and getting bitten by that pesky spider, Spider-Man finally gets to be a kid (and we get to skip over the whole origin/ Uncle Ben story). Civil War, which introduced Holland's Spider-Man in that epic airport Avengers battle. What he doesn't know is that for eight years, there has been a supervillain emerging in his town in the form of a wronged construction worker, Adrian (Michael Keaton), who decided to break bad after losing a job to a government crew that clears post-superhero fight disaster areas. The film is overflowing with stellar talent, even in the smallest of roles and not counting the Marvel loaners in Robert Downey Jr. (who oozes charisma and charm even when phoning it in for a handful of scenes) and Jon Favreau. Homecoming, a Sony Pictures release, is rated PG-13 by the Motion Picture Association of America for sci-fi action violence, some language and brief suggestive comments.
          Cop Arresting Busty Prostitute And Punishing Her For Disobedience   
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          Newswire: Channing Tatum and Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s dubbed ’80s Romanian cop comedy show has a release date   

As that headline up above suggests, Amazon’s latest new show, Comrade Detective, is kind of hard to describe. Shot as a 1980s period piece, the show presents itself as a Romanian cop show—complete with established Romanian stars Florin Piersic Jr. and Corneliu Ulici as the detectives—which has then been dubbed over by American stars Channing Tatum and Joseph Gordon Levitt, presumably to comedic, over-the-top effect. Premiering on Amazon Prime on August 4, the series will also feature the voice talents of Jenny Slate, Jason Mantzoukas, Nick Offerman, Fred Armisen, Kim Basinger, and a bunch of other big names, both from within and without the comedy world, as they finally deliver the hard-hitting nostalgic Romanian cop comedy the world has been clamoring for.

          Ex-Burlington Township cop sentenced for vehicular homicide   
A former Burlington Township police officer, whose car crash in Florence Township last September killed his passenger, begins a four-year prison term for vehicular homicide. Continue reading…
          WATCH: Off-Duty Illinois Cop Threatens ‘To Kill’ Black Teen For Walking On Property   
An unidentified off-duty Lansing, Illinois police officer threatened the life of a 15-year-old Black for being on his property.
          No Alcohol, Drugs Found At Party Where Cop Killed 15-Year-Old Jordan Edwards   
This directly contradicts accounts that police came to a Balch Springs, Texas, house party on April 29, 2016, and broke it up because a call came in saying there was underage drinking going on.
          WATCH: Off-Duty Illinois Cop Threatens ‘To Kill’ Black Teen For Walking On Property   
An unidentified off-duty Lansing, Illinois police officer threatened the life of a 15-year-old Black for being on his property.
          Sedalia TIP-A-COP Event to Benefit Special Olympics   
Members of the Sedalia Police Department will partner with the local Applebee's Neighborhood Grill and Bar on Thursday, July 13th, for the TIP A COP event to benefit Special Olympic Athletes. Continue reading…
****Film/Movie Review**** The Fast and the Furious 🌟🌟🌟 ------------ Paul Walker stars as a rookie cop who goes undercover posing as a racing member in Vin Diesel's team, in order to investigate a series of hijackings. Walker finds himself in jeopardy, when some of the gang become suspicious of him, and he has to choose where his loyalties lie.... Watched this for the first time tonight. Couldn't get into this movie at first as I figured it wasn't my type of film (boyfriend made me watch them as he likes them). However the ending really picked up and wasn't too bad. Not sure if I'm gonna love this movies but I'll give them a try. #filmreview #moviereview #thefastandthefurious #movie #film #DVD #dvdaddict #dvdcollector #vindiesel #paulwalker #michellerodriguez #jordanabrewster #like #follow 📽📀👌
          EHHH....SIAPA YANG PANIK?   


Ketua Penerangan UMNO, Annuar Musa berkata, tindakan pembangkang cuba memanipulasi laporan DOJ adalah bertujuan mengalih tumpuan daripada isu penubuhan Suruhanjaya Diraja berkaitan urusniaga mata wang asing atau forex yang ditubuhkan kerajaan.

Kata beliau, keputusan kerajaan menubuhkan Suruhanjaya Diraja itu telah mewujudkan keadaan panik di kalangan pembangkang.

Benarkah pembangkang sedang panik?

Sebelum panik, mari kita fahami dahulu beza antara DOJ dengan forex.

Isu DOJ ialah berkaitan 1MDB yang daripada syarikat pelaburan kerajaan tersebut dipercayai hampir RM20,000 juta telah diselewengkan dan dalam masa yang sama, hutangnya pula mencecah RM55,000 juta.

1MDB ditubuhkan oleh Najib, Pengerusi Lembaga Penasihatnya Najib, Perdana Menteri Najib, Pengerusi Mesyuarat Kabinet Najib, Menteri Kewangan Najib dan orang yang terikat secara langsung dengan Artikel 117 M & A syarikat iaitu berkuasa meluluskan sebarang urusan berkaitan kewangan dan pelaburan 1MDB juga adalah Najib.

Berdasarkan laporan DOJ, turut didedahkan bahawa "Malaysian Official 1" telah mendapat sejumlah RM3,000 juta daripada dana 1MDB yang dilencongkan melalui akaun peribadinya, manakala "isteri Malaysian Official 1" menerima hadiah barang kemas serta perhiasan mewah daripada Jho Low bernilai kira-kira RM128 juta.

Meskipun sehingga ini tiada sesiapa mahu mengaku sebagai "Malaysian Official 1", tetapi Pengarah Komunikasi Strategik BN, Abdul Rahman Dahlan dengan bangga mengesahkan ia adalah Najib.

Urusniaga matawang asing yang menyebabkan negara kerugian sehingga AS10 bilion kira-kira 25 tahun lalu adalah diuruskan oleh Bank Negara dengan pegawai yang dikatakan bertanggungjawab mengenainya ketika itu ialah Nor Mohamed Yakcop.

Ketika itu, Tun Mahathir Mohamad hanyalah Perdana Menteri dan Pengerusi Mesyuarat Kabinet, manakala Menteri Kewangan ialah Anwar Ibrahim.

Memang berlaku kerugian dalam urusniaga forex, tetapi ia adalah berkaitan perniagaan yang tertakluk kepada ada masa untung, ada masa rugi. 

Namun, tindakan pencegahan telah diambil untuk mengelakkan kerugian lebih menimbun, bahkan Nor Mohamed Yakcop juga telah diarah meletakkan jawatan dan dilarang terlibat dalam urusan kewangan negara sebagaimana yang disahkan oleh Anwar ketika mengadap Pasukan Petugas Khas sebelum ini.

Meskipun berlaku kerugian, nilai ringgit ketika itu tidak begitu terancam atau jadi lemah dengan mendadak. Segala-galanya dalam keadaan terkawal, malah sehingga Tun Mahathir berundur pada 2003 dan Tun Abdullah Badawi menjadi Perdana Menteri dan meletakkan jawatan pada 2009, nilai ringgit tidaklah terlalu buruk berbanding ketika era Najib yang diselubungi gerhana 1MDB.

Di sebalik kerugian forex juga, tiada sesiapa termasuk Tun Mahathir dan Anwar yang diketahui ada kemasukan beribu-ribu juta wang ke dalam akaun bank peribadi mereka.

Tetapi, di sebalik 1MDB, begitu ramai yang mendapag manfaat dan untungnya, termasuk tiba-tiba mampu menghasilkan filem di Hollywood dan memberi apartment mewah di New York dan London.

Selain itu, berbeza dengan forex di mana beberapa tindakan telah pun diambil, apa tindakan  kerajaan terhadap petualang-petualang 1MDB?

Maka, antara DOJ yang bertindak berkaitan 1MDB dan Suruhanjaya Diraja yang ditubuhkan kabinet untuk menyiasat forex, siapa yang sepatutnya lebih panik? 

BN dan Najib atau pembangkang serta Tun Mahathir?

Adakah Annuar Musa turut sama panik bersama mereka yang sedang panik?

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          Cum iti poti convinge partenera sa vina cu tine la masaj?   
Va puteti convinge partenera sa incerce masajul pentru cupluri doar explicandu i cat se poate de sincer avantajele acestui tip de masaj si ceea ce implica.

Este un masaj erotic pentru ambii parteneri unde acestia nu trebuie sa se separe ci sa si impartaseasca trairile. Ei primesc masaj de relaxare cu tenta sexuala ce are ca scop experimentarea unor noi senzatii si a seznualitatii.

Pentru a fi mai sigura pe ea, puteti lasa partenera sa aleaga maseuza si camera in care se va desfasura sedinta, incat sa fie oarecum stapana pe situatie si sa capete incredere.

Dealtfel dupa ce i ati explicat toate detaliile si este aproape convinsa ca masajul pentru cupluri nu este ceva rusinos sau de care trebuie sa se fereasca i puteti face cadou cu prima ocazie o astfel de sedinta. Va fi un cadou putin altfel decat cele obisnuite, veti ajunge sa va cunoasteti mai bine intimitatea unul celuilalt ceea ce va intari legatura de cuplu.
          Clever Wife Distracts With Touching Pussy Angry Cop Of Hurting Her Beloved Husband   
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          Prosecutor takes Florida governor to court   

She wouldn't seek the death penalty in a high-profile case of a suspected cop killer. Nor would she pursue the death penalty in other cases in the 9th Judicial Circuit which covers Orange and Osceola counties in central Florida.

          Blackmailed Arrested Busty Milf Gets Fucked By Dirty Cop   
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          Philippine top cop says police try to save lives of drugs war victims   
MANILA (Reuters) - The Philippines' police chief on Friday stood by anti-narcotics officers and rejected a Reuters investigation that pointed to a pattern of police sending corpses of drug suspects to hospitals to destroy crime scene evidence and hide executions.

          The Practice COP   

Want to be a better dancer? Want to bend farther, shimmy bigger and tame your duck butt once and for all? I can hear the chorus of zaghareets.

Simple. Bring in the practice COP. Okay okay I know, let's get on with it already, right?! Here are a few things that in my opinion are crucial if you truly want steady, exponential growth in an area of your life - obviously here we're talking specifically about dance, but it really applies to lots of things.

Consistency. Optimization. Persistence.

If you're striving for excellence, you need these three tools.


Short, routine practices every day are better than sporadic practices than when you "feel like it" - even if they are 3 hours long. Period.


Quality over quantity! Better to do the moves once with perfect posture than a hundred times like a floppy bunny. Every second, try to be in the best possible form. Remember your angles. Smile! Optimization also means creating the best environment for your practice. No interruptions, get your head in the right frame of mind, whatever you personally need to have the best practice you can. And don't forget to warm up and cool down!


Some things are just tough. Keep. Trying. Break it down into it's smallest easy to do pieces, and add each part when you can. Slow the move down to snail speed and increase speed until you make a mistake. If your still stuck, get more instruction from your teacher, online, DVDs, anything. Don't give up.

That's it! Bring your COP to each practice and I promise you will be amazed. :)

          View Finder: Don’t worry about the Netflix tax, you’re getting more Sense8   
In this week's View Finder, we discuss the Netflix Tax, the return of Sense8 and celebrity overdubs of 1980s Romanian Cop TV shows.
          El Cecop asegura que ha habido menos altercados en la Feria de este año pese al formato con un día más   
Las fuerzas policiales contabilizan 55 detenidos y casi 250 conductores superando la tasa de alcohol permitida al volante.
          Dirty Cop Molested And Violated Female Informer As Revenge For Giving Him Wrong Information   
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          Multnomah County Republicans Formally Allow Militia Groups to Run Security   
by Doug Brown

A Three Percenters militia member running security at a pro-Donald Trump event in April
A Three Percenters militia member running security at a pro-Donald Trump event in April Doug Brown

The Multnomah County Republican Party (MCRP) has formally decided to pair up with right-wing militia groups to run security at local events.

The formal resolution was passed on on Monday and its text was leaked to the Mercury Friday morning. MCRP Chairman James Buchal, despite being displeased with the leak, confirmed his group approved pairing up with the Oregon Three Percenters and Oath Keepers via a resolution earlier this week:

Proposed Resolution of Chairman Buchal: Resolve that the MCRP may utilize volunteers from the Oregon Three Percenters, Oath Keepers, and other security groups. To provide security where such volunteers are certified to provide private security service by the Oregon Department of Public Safety Standards and Training. Kay Bridges moved and Janice Dysinger seconded. Resolution passed.

Update: We got ahold of the meeting minutes from Monday night MCRP meeting at the Shiloh Inn. Here's the relevant section:


The Guardian reported late last month—in the wake of the MAX hate crime stabbings and ahead of a June 4 alt-right rally downtown—that the MCRP was considering allowing the militia groups to run security for right-wing events. It's now official.

Such arrangements have already caused uproar. At the June 4 rally, a militia member was spotted helping a federal cop detain and arrest a protester. The Department of Justice announced it would investigate the incident.

Militia groups have also previously volunteered as security at pro-Donald Trump rallies in Lake Oswego in March and at Patriot Prayer's Vancouver, WA, rally in April. Patriot Prayer is hosting a rally in downtown Portland Friday evening.

"The volunteers are afraid of going to Portland street fairs and Portland events because of what happened to them," Buchal tells the Mercury, specifically citing the anonymous email threat regarding the MCRP marching in the 82nd Avenue of the Roses Parade that led to the parade's cancellation. "Our only recourse is volunteers because we got no money. This volunteer resource is available."

Using these volunteer militia groups is necessary, Buchal said, because of "unhinged people screaming at (Republicans), in one case shoving them and in another case spitting on them. They don't feel like it's safe environment out there."

The resolution calls for the militia members to be certified by the state to run private security. Buchal said he didn't know if the Republicans will ask each militia member to prove their certification before working security, as the kinks haven't been worked out yet.

"I don't understand how it's a whole hell of a lot different than rich people hiring private security guards," explained Buchal about the volunteer militias. "I don't understand why it's so different."

In the Guardian last month:

The Oath Keepers are described by the Southern Poverty Law Center as “one of the largest radical antigovernment groups in the US”, recruiting current and former military and law enforcement personnel. They have recently appeared at rallies from Berkeley, California, to Boston, standing with activists from the far right, activists holding what were once fringe positions who have recently risen to national prominence.

The Three Percenters are described by Political Research Associates as “a paramilitary group that pledges armed resistance against attempts to restrict private gun ownership”. They were a highly visible presence in Burns, Oregon, before and during the occupation of the Malheur wildlife refuge by rightwing militia early in 2016.

"One of the things we did before going down this road is research these groups," Buchal tells the Mercury on Friday. "Because of all this gross disinformation in the media that they’re racist, white supremacists, Nazis and so forth — I was very pleased to find their bylaws and internal procedures say that nobody’s going to tolerate racism and that kind of stuff. That’s not what it’s about. They are concerned that with the government overstepping its constitutional bounds."

This post has been updated with more quotes from James Buchal and more information on the militias.

For the latest in information about rallies, marches, and political events, consult the Mercury's RESISTANCE & SOLIDARITY calendar. Want to publicize an event? Send the info to

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          Lansing Cop Seen Pinning, Threatening Black Teen On Video Placed On Leave   
The mayor’s actions were praised by Andrew M. Stroth, a civil rights attorney hired by the boy’s family.
          Family Of Boy Pinned By Off-Duty Cop To Meet With Mayor, Police Chief   
Attorney Andrew M. Stroth said the boy’s family wants to hear about any plans to discipline the officer, and a review of department training
          Chester Says Goodbye to City; Will He Leave Police Department Too?   
ACP Chester Williams formally bid farewell to Belize City this afternoon during an official sendoff organized by his colleagues at Eastern Division South.  The respected top cop assumes a new [...]
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          Urban America's Underclass: More Money Won't Solve the Problems   

PBS NewsHour aired a story last year about Milwaukee, saying many residents call the city "the worst place to be a black man in America." It talked about last year's riots in the city after a cop shot a black man. One black Milwaukee resident explained that this is "what happens when you inflict poverty" on poor black residents. "Inflict poverty"?

In the 50 years following President Lyndon Johnson's launch of the "war on poverty" in 1964, government spent over $22 trillion on welfare and various anti-poverty programs. The problem in our nation's inner cities is not a lack of money — it is a moral and spiritual problem largely created by our welfare state. The welfare system encourages women to marry the government and allows men to abandon their financial and moral responsibilities. The problem is fatherlessness.

In a documentary called "Resurrection," rapper Tupac Shakur, who said, "I never knew where my father was or who my father was for sure," actually admitted: "I know for a fact that had I had a father, I'd have some discipline. I'd have more confidence. Your mother cannot calm you down the way a man can. Your mother can't reassure you the way a man can. My mother couldn't show me where my manhood was. You need a man to teach you how to be a man."

In 1995, President Bill Clinton, who pledged to end "welfare as we know it," gave a speech described by a Los Angeles Times writer as "the most sweeping analysis of racial issues of his presidency." On the day of the "March on Washington," Clinton said black men must take more responsibility for their behavior: "Today's march is ... also about black men taking renewed responsibility for themselves, their families and their communities. It's about saying no to crime and drugs and violence. It's about standing up for atonement and reconciliation. It's about insisting that others do the same and offering to help them. It's about the frank admission that unless black men shoulder their load, no one else can help them or their brothers, their sisters and their children escape the hard, bleak lives that too many of them still face. ... It's not racist for whites to assert that the culture of welfare dependency, out-of-wedlock pregnancy and absent fatherhood cannot be broken by social programs, unless there is first more personal responsibility."

In my book, "The Ten Things You Can't Say In America," I wrote about a wealthy, idealistic Philadelphia philanthropist. Committed, concerned and worried about the future of urban — primarily black — kids, he "adopted" 112 inner-city sixth-graders, most of whom were products of broken homes. He promised these students that if they met minimal requirements, including graduating from high school and not getting pregnant or impregnating somebody — he'd pay for all their education, including college tuition.

He provided tutors, workshops, after-school programs and summer programs, as well as counselors to be available when trouble arose, whether personal or otherwise.

Thirteen years later, the Philadelphia Inquirer followed up on the 112 kids and analyzed the results. The percentage of kids going to college was no greater than percentage of kids from similar backgrounds without prepaid educations. The money was wasted.

Forty-five never made it through high school. Of these, 35 dropped out, one died while in school, four died after dropping out, four were working on a GED and one graduated from trade school.

Of the high school graduates, 13 were four-year college graduates, 11 were enrolled in four-year college, five were enrolled in two-year college, 12 had dropped out of two- and four-year colleges, seven graduated trade school, eight were enrolled in trade school, six dropped out of trade school and five got no further education.

Of the 67 boys, 19 grew into adult felons. Among the 45 girls, they had 63 children, and more than half had babies before age 18.

What do we make of this? The answer is simple: It's not about money. It's about values. It's about discipline and application. It's about character — about working hard when you don't want to. And these values are instilled in the home.

The first step is the truth. 

As long as blacks feel and act oppressed, as if they are under siege and behind enemy lines, little will change. The formula is simple, but it requires effort: hard work wins; you get out of life what you put into it; you cannot control the outcome, but you are 100 percent in control of the effort. Go to school, study, work hard, arrive early, stay late, pay attention to detail and be honest. That is the best "anti-poverty program" ever conceived.

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Home Alone 5 segment

Home Alone 5 segment
Ignoring Home Alone 3 and 4 this movie follows on from the John Hughes classics of parts 1 and 2 (ignoring the fact he wrote part 3 as well). Kevin McAllister trying to overcome his suppressed childhood trauma by becoming one half of a professional babysitting team. Their first job is to take care of Will Smith's disobedient kids in Las Vegas. Introducing the characters of Kelly and Bobby Caruthers, a wisecracking cop from New York.
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          Părintele Sofian, un bătrân după chipul celor din Pateric   
Când zici Mănăstirea Antim, în mod firesc te gândeşti la trăitorii care s-au nevoit în lavra ctitorită de mitropolitul predicator georgian. Dacă există vreun om din obştea acestui aşezământ care să se poată confunda cu vatra Antimului, acesta este cu siguranţă părintele Sofian Boghiu. De ce se îngemănează cele două? Cuvintele celui care acum şapte ani părăsea pentru totdeauna chilia sa pentru a locui în cele ale Părintelui ceresc sunt cel mai bun răspuns: „niciodată când am fost solicitat de oameni nu i-am refuzat, nici nu i-am întristat cu ceva. Am făcut tot ce mi-a stat în putere să-i folosesc, să-i mărturisesc, să-i împac cu Dumnezeu“. Sâmbătă, la Mănăstirea Antim s-a făcut pomenirea părintelui Sofian, continuată cu un pelerinaj la mormântul său, aflat la Mănăstirea Căldăruşani.

Sâmbătă, 12 septembrie 2009, a fost săvârşită, la Mănăstirea Antim din Bucureşti, slujba pomenirii părintelui arhimandrit Sofian Boghiu, de la a cărui trecere la Domnul s-au împlinit ieri şapte ani. Oficierea slujbei Parastasului a fost făcută de PS Ciprian Câmpineanul, Episcop-Vicar Patriarhal, arhim. Timotei Aioanei, mare eclesiarh al Catedralei patriarhale şi exarh cultural al Arhiepiscopiei Bucureştilor, arhim. Mihail Stanciu, stareţul Mănăstirii Antim, împreună cu un sobor de ieromonahi, preoţi şi diaconi. Alături de ei, mulţime de credincioşi au venit să se roage pentru cel care a fost unul dintre cei mai cunoscuţi duhovnici din Bucureşti, plecat la cele veşnice pe 14 septembrie 2002.

În evocarea făcută la sfârşitul slujbei de pomenire, înaintea celor adunaţi în Biserica Tuturor Sfinţilor, de la Mănăstirea Antim, Episcopul-Vicar Patriarhal a pornit de la cuvântul pe care Mântuitorul l-a adresat mulţimii referindu-se la persoana lui Ioan Botezătorul: „Ce aţi ieşit să vedeţi în pustie? Au doară trestie clătinată de vânt? Dar ce aţi venit să vedeţi? Oare un om îmbrăcat în porfiră şi vison? Iată, aceştia sunt în casele bogaţilor. Dar ce aţi venit să vedeţi? Au doară proroc? Da, şi mai mult decât un prooroc“. Aceeaşi întrebare pusă şi astăzi în dreptul celor veniţi la Mănăstirea Antim are un răspuns asemănător.

Duhovnicul de la Antim, omul lui Dumnezeu

Cine a fost părintele Sofian? Un om îmbrăcat în porfiră şi vison, un om care trăieşte potrivit acestui veac? Nu! Mănăstirea Antim a fost cercetată de creştinii veniţi să vadă un om al lui Dumnezeu, să asculte cuvântul lui Dumnezeu, propovăduit de un om care a înţeles din fragedă copilărie să-şi închine viaţa lui Hristos şi Bisericii Sale, părintele Sofian Boghiu, arhimandritul şi stareţul Mănăstirii Antim, duhovnicul celor care au ales să se înbisericească la această mănăstire, duhovnicul Bucureştilor şi al multor credincioşi din România. „Suntem convinşi, cei care l-am cunoscut pe părintele Sofian, că Dumnezeu l-a iubit, în pofida încercărilor din această viaţă, l-a ajutat, i-a dăruit putere să depăşească greutăţile şi neputinţele, pentru ca mai apoi, după o viaţă dedicată în întregime lui Dumnezeu şi slujirii credincioşilor Bisericii Sale, să-l cheme la odihnă în ceruri. Cei care au cercetat Mănăstirea Antim de mai multă vreme, începând cu 1945-1950, când părintele Sofian a fost rânduit cu slujirea la Mănăstirea Antim, au avut posibilitatea să îl vadă, să îl asculte şi să îl cunoască. Sunt convins că toţi au fost pătrunşi la inimă de chipul său blând şi smerit, de cuvintele sale înţelepte împărtăşite din experienţa sa pastorală“, a subliniat PS Ciprian în cuvântul său.

„Părintele dăruia cuvintele teologiei trăite…“

În sensul larg al cuvântului se poate spune că toţi cei care s-au adăpat de la izvorul învăţăturilor sale sunt ucenici şi au venit să dea mărturie de dragostea purtată faţă de părintele. „În urmă cu şapte ani, la praznicul Înălţării Sfintei Cruci, când sufletul său s-a mutat către cele cereşti, toţi cei care îl cunoscuseră erau cuprinşi de întristare“, rememorează Preasfinţitul Ciprian clipele dureroase ale despărţirii de părintele Sofian. „Pierdusem un bătrân, un bătrân după chipul celor din Pateric, care ne dăruia mângâiere sufletelor, cuvânt de înţelepciune şi îmbărbătare ori de câte ori eram încercaţi în momente de cumpănă. Ne-am obişnuit să-l căutăm. În ultimii ani de viaţă şi de suferinţă, când părintele, deşi nu mai putea sluji, era nelipsit de la Sfânta Liturghie şi de la Privegherea de sâmbătă seara. Mulţi îl înconjurau pentru a lua binecuvântare şi un cuvânt de învăţătură, iar cei care slujeau aveau mai multă încredere, mai multă putere când îl vedeau în biserică, alături de ei“, a mai spus PS Ciprian Câmpineanul.

„Părintele a fost un duhovnic iscusit care a împărtăşit credincioşilor nu doar cuvintele teologiei învăţate, deşi Dumnezeu l-a rânduit să înveţe şi la Seminar şi la Facultate (a urmat şi Artele Plastice); el dăruia cuvintele teologiei trăite, nu cerebrale. Pentru aceasta l-au căutat mii şi, poate, milioane de credincioşi din ţară şi străinătate. Deşi părintele Sofian a plecat dintre noi, el continuă să se roage pentru obştea Mănăstirii Antim, pentru credincioşii care îşi pleacă genunchii în biserica ctitorită de un martir, Sfântul Antim Ivireanul“, a punctat Episcopul-Vicar Patriarhal.

În încheierea parenezei, PS Ciprian a adăugat: „Acum, când se împlinesc şapte ani de la mutarea sa, ne-am adunat să înălţăm rugă pentru aşezarea lui în corturile drepţilor. Pe de altă parte suntem convinşi că Dumnezeu l-a rânduit în ceata celor bineplăcuţi lui. El se roagă acum pentru noi, când şi noi ne rugăm pentru el. Dumnezeu să-l odihnească!“

„A ridicat mulţi oameni căzuţi spiritual…“

Cu ocazia acestei pomeniri a fost prezentată cartea „Un iconar de suflete - Părintele Sofian Boghiu. Mărturii“, apărută cu binecuvântarea Preafericitului Părinte Patriarh Daniel. Îngrijită de stareţul Mănăstirii Antim, părintele Mihail Stanciu, şi de protosinghelul Veniamin Goreanu, această carte reface, din mărturiile celor care l-au cunoscut îndeaproape pe părintele Sofian, portretul celui care a ştiut să picteze în sufletele oamenilor căutători de Duh, chipul lui Hristos.

Aşa cum arată Patriarhul Daniel, în cuvântul înainte la cartea apărută cu ocazia împlinirii a şapte ani de la moartea celui considerat „duhovnicul Bucureştiului“, „părintele Sofian Boghiu a fost o făclie de înviere a sufletelor, mai ales în anii cei grei ai comunismului. A ridicat mulţi oameni căzuţi spiritual, a încurajat mulţi deznădăjduiţi, a luminat şi călăuzit pe calea mântuirii multe suflete dezorientate, a înnoit şi înfrumuseţat viaţa celor care i-au urmat sfatul părintesc. A reflectat prin slujirea şi viaţa sa, ca preot şi predicator, ca duhovnic şi păstor, ca rugător şi pictor, icoana Păstorului celui Mare, imprimând în faptele lui virtuţile slujirii lui Hristos: smerenia, blândeţea, înţelepciunea, dar mai ales iubirea de Dumnezeu şi de oameni“.

Gândurile prinse în carte vin mai ales din partea celor care au vieţuit la Antim, actualmente ierarhi sau ieromonahi, IPS Mitropolit Teofan, PS Episcop Gherasim şi vrednicul de pomenire patriarh Teoctist, foşti colegi la Seminarul monahal de la Cernica, PS Episcop Casian, Episcopul Dunării de Jos, slujitori de acum şi credincioşi care frecventează mănăstirea Rugului Aprins.

„A zugrăvit chipul Lui Hristos în fiecare din fiii săi duhovniceşti“

După săvârşirea pomenirii la Mănăstirea Antim, cei adunaţi au plecat cu şase autocare în pelerinaj la mormântul părintelui Sofian aflat la Mănăstirea Căldăruşani. Acolo s-a ţinut din nou slujba Parastasului, după care, urmaşul părintelui Sofian în scaunul stăreţiei de la Antim, arhimandritul Mihail Stanciu, a rostit la mormântul din cimitirul Mănăstirii Căldăruşani un cuvânt despre personalitatea marelui duhovnic trecut la cele veşnice: „Părintele Sofian a fost un pictor nu doar de biserici, ci şi al sufletelor omeneşti. El a zugrăvit chipul, icoana lui Hristos în fiecare din fiii săi duhovniceşti şi a reuşit să imprime trăsăturile pe care el le socotea specifice Ortodoxiei, atât în sufletul lui, cât şi al credincioşilor din jurul sfinţiei sale, smerenia şi dragostea. Constanţa prezenţei lui Hristos pe care el o trăia era izvorâtă din rugăciunea sa. Părintele a pictat 15 biserici şi pe alte 10 le-a restaurat. La finalul vieţii, Dumnezeu a binecuvântat ostenelile vieţii cu crucea suferinţei prin care şi-a încununat mărturisirea de credinţă. S-a înălţat pe această cruce a suferinţei pe 14 septembrie, acum şapte ani, când şi-a dat sufletul său în mâinile lui Dumnezeu. Să-i purtăm recunoştinţă vie şi modelul de credinţă în sufletele noastre. Să-l pomenim mereu în inimi şi să-i facem simţită prezenţa prin îndemnurile pe care ni le dădea la rugăciune, la smerenie, la iertare, la dragoste“.

Augustin PĂUNOIU, Ziarul Lumina, Marti, 15 Septembrie 2009.
          Convorbiri duhovnicesti cu parintele Sofian Boghiu   
1. Va rog, Parinte Sofian, spuneti-mi cateva cuvinte, despre anii frumosi ai copilariei Sfintiei Voastre.

Sunt nascut in comuna Cuconestii Vechi-Balti, din parintii Ioan si Alexandra, fiind numit din botez Serghie. Chipul bland al parintilor mei imaginea bisericii in care ma rugam de copil, si a preotului care m-a botezat in numele Preasfintei Treimi le port pururea in inima mea.

2. In ce an ati luat jugul cel bun ai lui Hristos ?

La 14 ani am intrat ca frate in schitul Rughi-Soroca, iar dupa 11 ani de ascultare am primit tunderea monahala in Manastirea Dobrusa din apropiere, fiind pe atunci elev in clasa a V-a la Seminarul Monahal din Manastirea Cernica. Dupa ce am urmat scoala de Cantareti de la Dobrusa, am continuat Serninarul Monahal de la Cernica, fiind foarte ravnitor sa cunosc tainele credintei si sa slujesc Biserica lui Hristos.

3. Ce dubovnici si stareti alesi ati avut in anii tineretii, de la care ati deprins nevointa vietii monahale ?

Ca duhovnici si stareti pe care nu-i pot uita, sunt : Ieromonahul Eftimie de la Schitul Rughi de la care am deprins sa citesc pravila calugareasca; Protosinghelul Gherontie Gutu, primul meu staret de la Rughi, unchiul parintelui Felix – prietenul meu de toata viata, de la care am deprins cantarile si randuiala de la strana; Ieromonahul Ioan, duhovnic de la Manastirea Dobrusa, de la care am invatat sa ma apropii de scrisul Sfintilor Parinti si Arhimandritul Ioachim Popescu, directorul scolii de cantareti de la Dobrusa, de la care am deprins desenul pictura si simtul pentru frumos.

4. Cand ati fost hirotonit preot ei duhovnic ?

La 11 aprilie, 1945, in Duminica Sfantului Ioan Scararul, am fost hirotonit preot pe seama Manastirii Antim din Bucuresti, iar in Vinerea Mare, 1947, am fost facut si duhovnic.

5. In ce manastiri v-ati nevoit mai mult si de care sunteti in chip deosebit mai legat duhovniceste ?

Lasandu-ma calauzit in viata de Bunul Dumnezeu, prin pastorii mei sufletesti, am trait in mai multe manastiri precum : Rughi, Dobrusa, Episcopia Balti, Cernica, Neamt, Plumbuita si Antim. Toate imi sunt legate de suflet pentru, ca in toate m-am format si folosit duhovniceste de-a lungul vietii. Dar, dintre toate, mai apropiata imi este Manastirea Antim, in care am intrat la anui 1940, fiind atunci la Antim camin pentru studentii monahali. In acel an am intrat ca student in anul I la Academia de Arte Frumoase din Bucuresti, iar in anul urmator am intrat ca student la Facultatea de Teologie. Pe vremea aceea, Manastirea Antim era randuita de Protosinghel Nicodim Ionita, cu studii la Strasbourg, un foarte bun predicator. Prin cuvantul sau cald si convingator, atragea mult popor la biserica. Apoi prin slujbele cu sobor si cantarile frumoase ale calugarilor cernicani studenti, Manastirea Antim a inceput sa se contureze ca un modest loc de evlavie pentru multi credinciosi ai Capitalei.

6. Cum era viata duhovniceasca prin manastirile noastre acum o jumatate de secol ?

Manastirile prin care am trait acum o jumatate de veac, cm populate cu numerosi calugari si frati de la 50 pana la 200 de suflete in fiecare obste calugareasca. Erau adevarate familii duhovnicesti. Fratii noi care intrau in manastire intalneau frati mai vechi in uniforma calugareasca, cu incepatura de barba, cu bune deprinderi si ascultari in ateliere si la strana si cu multi parinti imbunatatiti care, in simplitatea si dragostea lor, ne ajutau cu sfatul, cu blandetea, ori numai cu viata lor curata si smerita, sa traim dupa chipul vietii lor.

7. Cum ajutau pe atunci manastirile noastre la mentinerea evlaviei ortodoxe strabune in randul credinciosilor ?

In posturi, in Duminici si sarbatori, mai ales, veneau multi credinciosi la manastiri, fiind atrasi de slujbele frumoase savarsite in sobor cu multi preoti si diaconi si de cantarile alese ale calugarilor si fratilor la cele doua strane. Mai ales la privegheri si la slujbele cu sobor din sarbatori te simteai ca in cer. Nu-ti trebuia alta hrana si bucurie mai mare in viata. Slujbele frumoase din manastiri, dragostea calugarilor dintotdeauna, gazduirea credinciosilor la arhondarice, sfaturile date de duhovnici celor care veneau la ei pentru spovedanie, erau o foarte buna hrana pentru suflete, incat prin toate acestea, si mai ales prin slujbe si duhovnicie, se intretinea viata curata si bunacuviinta in casele credinciosilor nostri.

8. Cand ati terminat studiile de la Belle-Arte si teologie, si ce tezi de licenta ati sustinut ?

Studiiie teologice le-am inceput in anul 1932, la Seminarul Monahal de la Cernica, pe care le-an absolvit in 1940, si le-am continuat intre anii 1941-1945, ca student la Facultatea de Teologie din Bucuresti, intrucat paralel cu Teologia am absolvit si Academia de Arte Frumoase din Capitala, mi-am luat ca teza de licenta un subiect care aparline deopotriva si teologici si picturii bisericesti, intitulat ” Chipul Mantuitorului in iconografie “, privind pe Iisus Hristos in icoana si dincolo de icoana.
9. Ce parinti dubovnicesti mai sporiti ati cunoscut la Cernica in timpul studiiilor teologice ?

Mai intai am fost uimit de viata aspra, ascetica, a Ieroschimonahului Ghelasie, duhovnicul Manastirii Cernica. In preajma sa am simtit prezenta harului dumnezeiesc si mireasma sfinteniei din felul cum traia si cum ne povatuia pe calea mantuirii. Tot in Cernica am cunoscut pe Protosinghelul Fotie Petrescu, care m-a atras prin dragostea si bunatatea sa, care ii lumina chipul bland si ii inaripa sfaturile duhovnicesti. Aproape toti elevii Seminarului ne spovedeam la sfintia sa. Alti doi duhovnici iscusiti am cunoscut ceva mai tarziu : pe venerabilul parinte Gheorghe Rosca, mare cunoscator al Sfintei Scripturi si foarte bun sfatuitor duhovnicesc din Bucuresti; apoi pe parintele Ioan Culighin, duhovnic si dascal al rugaciunii inimii de renume, traitor la Cernica, un rugator autentic si iscusit lucrator al rugaciunii lui Iisus. De la amandoi, luam sfaturi si indemnuri pentru sporirea mea duhovniceasca si pentru viata de rugaciune.

10. Ca teolog si slujitor al Bisericii lui Hristos, ce considerati ca ati realizat mai important in viata ?

Atat in timpul studiilor, cat si dupa licenta, aflandu-ma in obstea Manastirii Antim, am participat activ la viata duhovniceasca ce se desfasura aici, ca slujitor si marturisitor al cuvantului lui Dumnezeu, ca duhovnic si apoi staret al manastirii, contribuind efectiv, cu darul lui Dumnezeu, la bunul mers al vietii duhovnicesti si gospodaresti a acestei manastiri. Nu pot afirma ca am realizat ceva important in viata decat ca, fiind intre ceilalti frati slujitori, m-am straduit sa intretin pacea, armonia si buna convietuire in obste, Precum si evlavia si buna desfasurare a slujbelor in biserica. Iar cand am fost solicitat de bolnavi si credinciosi niciodata nu i-am refuzat, nici i-am intristat cu ceva; ci am facut tot ce mi-a stat in putere sa-i folosesc, sa-i marturisesc, sa-i impac cu Dumnezeu si cu oamenii.
11. Dar ca pictor bisericesc, ce ati realizat mai deosebit ?

Am predat pictura la Seminariile Monahale din Manastiraa Neamt si Curtea de Arges; am lucrat si organizat ateliere de icoane si picturi de catapetesme la Manastirea Plumbuita si Schitul Maicilor, am pictat in fresca sintaur sau in colectiv de pictori, mai multe biserici manastiresti sau in sate, precum biserica mare din Pipirig, biserica Manastirii Agapia Veche, biserica mica din Manastirea Agafton, biserica mare din Manastirea Celic Dere, biserica Manastirii Radu Voda din Bucuresti si biserica Manastirii Dealu. De mai multi ani sunt in Comisia de Pictura Bisericeasca si lucrez personal, sau ajutat de ucenici, la restaurarea unor fresce sau picturi in ulei din manastirile monumente istorice, precum Catedrala Patriarhala, biserica Manastirii Antim si alte cateva. Am format mai multi ucenici astazi pictori buni in fresca, si am mai pictat o catedrala ortodoxa in orasul Hama din Siria. Prin toate acestea am cautat sa pun in valoare pictura bisericeasca traditionala, de care ne-am indepartat in ultima vreme, si sa impodobesc cat mai frumos posibil Casa lui Dumnezeu, Caruia i-am inchinat intreaga mea viata.

12. In ce fapte bune ati aflat mai multi pace, bucurie si mangaiere duhovniceasca ?

Pe toate acestea le-am simtit prezente in inima mea in timpul savarsirii Sfintei Liturghii, care ma inalta sufleteste cel mai mult. Apoi in timpul si dupa rugaciunea facuta cu luare aminte si cu umilinta; cand am ajutat material ori moral pe cei ce mi-au cerut ajutor; cand am reusit, cu darul lui Dumnezeu, sa dobandesc vreun suflet la pocainta si cand m-am aflat fara prihana in fapte si in cuvant fata de propria mea constiinta, unde stiu ca ma intalnesc cu Dumnezeu.
13. Intrucat cel mai mult iubiti Biserica, randuiala sfintelor slujbe, ce insemnatate are pentru Prea Cuviosia Voastra participarea regulatal la cele Sapte Laude si la Sfanta Liturghie ?

Sfintele slujbe zilnice, in general, si mai ales Sfanta Liturghie inseamna pentru mine odihna, bucurie, mantuire si impaeare cu Dumnezeu, cu constiinta si cu semenii, sub razele vindecatoare ale ” Soarelui Dreptatii “, Care potoleste si usuca izvorul patimilor din trupul si sufletul meu. Aceasta stare duhovniceasca continua daca, dupa Sfanta Liturghie, ma pot mentine in duhul adevaratei smerenii.

14. Ce insenmatate are predica, cuvantul de invatatura pentra formarea dubovniceasca a calugarilor si mirenilor ?

O predica si o cateheza buna, care se ocupa cu problemele reale ale ascultatorilor, fie ei calugari ori mireni, are adeseori darul de a trezi in noi starea de vinovatie in care ne aflam si de a pune inceput bun indreptariii noastre. De asemenea, prin citirea Sfintei Scripturi si a Sfintilor Parinti si prin predicarea cuvantului lui Dumnezeu, ni se largeste orizontul cunoasterii duhovnicesti si se creeaza in viata noastra o ambianta spirituala si putinta de a medita si de a ne ruga intr-o plinatate duhovniceasca.

15. Monahii sunt datori a predica cuvantul lui Dumnezeu ? Cum pot ei mai bine sa marturiseasca pe Hristos ?

Monahu, pran definitie si prin fagaduinta sunt inchinati lui Hristos : sunt persoane singuratice la propriu si la figurat, izolati pentru toata viata de lumea pacatului. Tot prin definitie, calugarul inseamna ” batran cu viata imbunatatita ” sau ” om indumnezeit “. Monahii sunt datori sa predice pe Hristos prin cuvant scris sau rostit, daca li se cere sau li se impune aceasta indatorire. Insa, sunt datori sa predice pe Hristos in once imprejurare, adica necontenit, prin propria lor viata traita dupa poruncile Sfintei Evanghelii. Aceasta porunca a lui Hristos de a fi lumina si sare a pamantului, adica de a fi pilda buna prin viata traita, atat in cat si in afara manastirii, este o indadatorire de toata viata, a fiecarui calugar dintotdeauna.
16. Care este cea mai buna fapta a calugarului ? Dar a mireanului ?

Cea mai buna fapta care se cere calugarului socot ca este sfintirea propriei sale vieti, in duh de smeredie. De asemenea, atat calugarului cat si mireanului ii este de folos dreapta socoteala in toate, care asigura un bun echilibru si calugarului si mireanului.

17. Care este cea mai inalta misiune evanghelica a manastirilor si calugarilor din zilele noastre ?

Misiunea cea mai inalta a manastirilor din vremea noastra, deci si a calugarilor, este de a duce o viata curata si sfanta, traind in pace si buna intelegere duhovniceasca; de a imprima temeinic rostul adanc al vietii crestine in viata oamneilor si de a fi oricand gata sa poata da raspuns bun si linistitor la toate intrebarile esentiale de care este framantata societatea noastra.

18. Care este rolul duhovnicului pentru calugari si mireni ?

Duhovnicul, in viata manastireasca si in cea de familie, are eerol de doctor sufletesc si calauza spre Hristos a sufletelor omenesti, pe calea cea stramta si spinoasa, dar si luminoasa a mantuirii.

19. De ce unii crestini adera la secte ?

In afara de motivele mai cunoscute, cred ca multi credinciosi trec la secte dintr-un fel de evlavie si dorinta de cunoastere a Sfintei Scripturi, stiind ca acolo li se citeste din Biblie, li se vorbeste despre Dumnezeu si canta impreuna. Adica, ei doresc si cauta ce nu pot avea suficient la preotul lor. Deci, pleaca din Biseriac din lipsa unui bun pastor si din lipsa unei catehizari si educatii religioase corespunzatoare evlaviei lor.

20. Ce ar trebui sa faca mai deosebit preotii si calugarii pentru oprirea prozelitismului sectar, pentru apararea credintei ortodoxe strabune ?

Pentru oprirea prozelitismului sectar, atat preotii xat si calugarii trebuie sa traiasca ei insisi o viata duhovniceasca, evanghelica, fara ed prihana, ceea ce stiu ca este foarte greu. Apoi, sa studieze temeinic abaterile sectelor, sa faca vizite acasa fratilor credinciosi loviti de secte; sa le vorbeasca bland din Sfanta Scriptura, aratandu-le adevarul, si sa le spuna de cate daruri se lipsesc nevenerand pe Mica Domnului, lipsindu-se de Sfintele Taine, necinstind Sfanta Cruce, icoanele, Biserica si sfintii, toate fiind absolut necesare pentru mantuire.

21. In ce masura reuseste arta, frumosul, pictura bisericeasca sa inalte sufletele credinciosilor spre Dumnezeu, spre o viata crestina mai aleasa ?

Pictura, in general, si pictura bisericeasca in special, ofera omului, credinciosului, un limbaj plastic, prin imagini si culori, pentru a exprima idei si realitati ale credintei noastre ortodoxe. Aceste adevaruri sunt exprimate de obicei prin cuvinte. Insa cuvintele, oricat ar fi de mestesugite, sunt adeseori neindestulatoare pentru a exprima realitati imateriale; pe cand prin imagini sau icoane, abstractiunile devin usor accesibile intelegerii omenesti.
Adevaruri crestine, ca Nasterea Domnului, Botezul, Patimile, Invierea si Inaltarea Domnului, Pogorarea Duhului Sfant, Raiul, iadul, etc, necesita multe pagini de text pentru a le imprima suficient in mintea ascultatorilor. Prin imagini insa, ele devin mai usoar intelese, pentru ca sunt imbracate intr-o forma materiala si simbolic-vizuala, proprie si accesibila naturii omenesti. Prin gingasia desenului, prin frumusetea si transparenta spiritualizata a culorilor, prin interiorizarea imaginilor si maiestria artistica, asemenea imagini murale sau icoane atrag si retin atentia credinciosilor, spunandu-le dintr-o data, fara efort, adevarul relatat in Evanghelie si Tradilie, induiosand si inaltand mintea cu usurinta la realitatile suprafiresti.

22. Care este scopul principal al picturii bisericesti in iconografia Bisericii Ortodoxe ?

Adevaratul scop al picturii bisericesti in traditia ortodoxa este de a crea un mediu propriu de meditatie si rugaciune credinciosului care se roaga, in scopul de a intelege si a trai mai adanc sfanta credinta crestina.
23. Ce ne invata Sfintii Parinti despre cultul Sfintelor Icoane ?

Teologia si cultul sfintelor icoane se bazeaza pe intruparea Mantuitorului nostru Iisus Hristos, Cuvantul Cel nevazut al Tatalui, Care, prin nasterea Sa din Sfanta Fecioara Maria, S-a imbracat in trup omenesc, asemenea noua, afara de pacat. In Dumnezeu-Omul intrupat, noi privim persoana a doua a Preasfintei Treimi, unind in Sine cele doua naturi : divina si umana. Deci, putem picta aceasta persoana, pentru ca are forma omeneasca.

In icoana Domnului noi marturisim trupul Sau indumnezeit, si recunoastem in icoana asemanarea cu prototipul, persoana divino-umana a Domnului. Prin sfintirea icoanei se stabileste relatia harica dintre icoana si prototip. Orice icoana are un nume, acela al prototipului, si este venerata pentru ca icoana vazuta de noi participa la prototip, adica la sfantul infatisat pe ea, care se afla transfigurat in imparatia lui Dumnezeu.
24. De ce combat sectele cultul Sfintelor Icoane ?

Sectele combat cultul Sfintelor Icoane pentru ca nu inteleg si nu vor sa inteleaga invatatura corecta despre intruparea Mantuitorului nostru Iisus Hristos si nici rostul divin al Maicii Domnului in actul intruparii. Daca si-ar insusi cu buna credinta dogma intruparii, cred ca ar deveni ortodocsi si ar disparea toate deosebirile de credinta dintre ei si noi.

25. De cand dateazi cele mai vechi icoane si picturi murale in Biserica ?

Cele mai vechi picturi murale ce se pastreaza pana astazi se afla in catacombele de la Roma si dateaza din secolul al II – lea, mai ales cele din catacombele lui Calist si Sebastian. Iar icoane pictate dintre cele mai vechi s-au descoperit in Siria, Armenia si Capadocia si dateaza din secolele II si III. Am vazut la Manastirea Sfanta Ecaterina din Muntele Shiai una din cele mai mari colectii de icoane ortodoxe vechi, dintre care unele sunt din secolele V si VI.
26. Care sunt cele mai vestite icoane miraculoase din tara noastra si in ce conditii o icoana capata aceasta harisma ?

Cele mai vestite icoane din tara noastra sunt : Sfanta Ana de la Manastirea Bistrita – Neamt, Maica Domnului de la Manastirea Neamt, Maica Domnului de la Manastirea ” Dintr-un Lemn “. Apoi, Maica Domnului de la Manastirea Celic – Tulcea, Maica Domnului de la Nicula – Clui, Maica Domnului de la Trifanesti-Roman etc.

Orice icoana isi are harisma ei, datorita sfantului infatisat pe ea si harului dumnezeiesc transmis icoanei prin sfintirea ei. Totusi, la aceasta au o deosebita importanta si conditiile morale in care este pictata o icoana. Daca pictorul respectiv este un om profund credincios, daca posteste si se roaga la inceputul si in timpul lucrului, daca duce o viata de curatie sufleteasca si trupeasca si daca, bineinteles, Dumnezeu binevoieste sa reverse belsug de har asupra acelei icoane. Astfel, ea poate deveni o icoana miraculoasa facatoare de minuni, care vindeca bolile si alina nevoile si suferintele omenesti, pe masura credintei fiecaruia.

27. Cate biserici ati pictat in tari si in strainatate ?

Impreuna cu cativa ucenici si colegi de breasla, am pictat in tara peste 25 de biserici, in fresca si tempera, dintre care 6 pictate integral, iar restul restaurate. In strainatate am pictat integral trei biserici. Toate acestea in timp de 47 de ani, de cand am primit calificarea de pictor bisericesc.
28. Ce trebuie facut pentru ca pictura bisericeasca sa-si atintaa scopul spirituai traditional ?

Pentru ca pictura bisericeasca sa-si atinga scopul de a face vizibila prin imagini imparatia lui Dumnezeu in universul pictural al oricarei biserici, ar trebui ca pictorii bisericesti sa cunoasca mai bina teologia icoanei si iconografia ortodoxa. Apoi sa-si insuseasca temeinic desenul si cromatica in stilul rasaritean bizantin, inspirandu-se din pictura in fresca a vechilor noastre biserici, cum sunt : Voronetul, Moldovita, Humor, Sucevita si altele, care sunt adevarate capodopere mondiale. De asemenea, pictorii bisericesti sa-si acorde talentul si cunostintele lor cu o mai profunda credinta in Dumnezeu, cu o viata morala exemplara, potrivita cu lucrul sfant pe care il savarsesc si sa cunoasca mai bine vietile sfintilor si teologia cu toate simbolurile ei.

29. Care este concluzia Prea Cuviosiei Voastre despre pictura bisericeasca romaneasca de astazi ?

Am pierdut marea traditie a picturii si frescelor de valoare mondiala din secolul XVI realizata de pictori autohtoni la noi, care este cea din nordul Moldovei, mai ales. Scoala de pictura bisericeasca 22 romaneasca a intrat in decadenta de pe la inceputul secolului XIX, cand, sub influenta picturii realiste, ne-am indepartat de pictura traditionala ortodoxa de factura bizantina.
30. De incheiere, ce sfaturi duhovnicesti adresati pe aceasta cale fiilor duhovnicesti ai Prea Cuviosiei Voastre ?

Sa asculte si sa puna in practica sfaturile date in numele lui Hristos, sa iubeasca cel mai mult Biserica, slujbele, cartile sfinte si pe cei ce sunt in suferinta, si sa se roage si pentru mine.

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          AUDITIONS: Superior Donuts at Lyric Arts   
Lyric Arts Main Street StageLaura Tahja JohnsonEmail/contact

Superior Donuts


By Tracy Letts
Directed by Matt McNabb

Show Information

Runs January 12-28, 2018 (11 performances).
Full performance schedule and show description found here.
First Rehearsal: November 20


Monday, July 17, 2017
6:00 to 9:00 pm
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
6:00 to 9:00 pm


Tuesday, July 25, 2017

From the Director

Tracy Letts has crafted a hilarious and moving story of friendship and redemption filled with vibrant diverse characters. We are looking for well-rounded, dynamic character actors to bring this joyful and hysterical story to life.

Audition Preparation

Please prepare a one minute contemporary comedic monologue.

Character Descriptions

Max Tarasov, Male, 49 years old, Russian. Owner of Uptown International DVD Rental. Outspoken. Poor social skills.

Officer Randy Osteen, Female, 49 years old, Irish-American. A cop with seven brothers. (All cops.) Comfortable. Pretty.

Officer James Bailey, Male, 43 years old, African-American. A good cop. A Star Trek superfan. Tough.

Lady Boyle, Female, 72 years old, Irish-American. Homeless. Usually drunk. Wise.

Arthur Przybyszewski, Male, 59 years old, Polish-American. Owner of Superior Donuts. Smart. Usually stoned. Tired. Lost. Must be in good physical condition and comfortable with intense stage combat.

Franco Wicks, Male, 21 years old, African-American. Writer and poet. Charming. Proud. Witty.

Luther Flynn, Male, 45 years old, Irish/Italian-American. A gambling bookie. Intimidating. Blunt. Must be in good physical condition and comfortable with intense stage combat.

Kevin Magee, Male, 28 years old, Irish-American. Luther’s goon. A weasel. Aggressive.

Kiril Ivakin, Male, 35 years old, Russian. Tall. Strong. Looks like Dolph Lundgren from “Rocky”. Struggles speaking English.

General Information

Actors of all races and ethnicities are strongly encouraged to audition. Lyric Arts is committed to equity, diversity, and inclusion in the casting of its productions and, therefore, encourages actors of diverse backgrounds and from underrepresented groups to audition.

  • Auditions are open to ages 18 and up.
  • Auditions are held at Lyric Arts Main Street Stage
  • Appointments are suggested, but not required. Those who arrive without an appointment will be seen as time allows. Appointments can be made by clicking here.
  • Please arrive with a calendar outlining all possible conflict dates between the first read-through and the final performance.
  • Please come prepared with a headshot (or any non-returnable current picture) and resume, if available. Each auditioner will be asked to complete an audition form, a copy of which can be found here.
  • Stipend paid



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          Comment on Twin Peaks Season 3 Episode 8 Review by Derek Currie   
This is an episode to watch twice to catch all the details. Here is what I caught that differs from or adds to the above: • The long, slow, incredible exploration of a nuclear explosion took place in New Mexico, July 16, 1945. It was the first ever human created nuclear explosion. It was not Hiroshima. This may help explain: "The first nuclear explosion occurred on July 16, 1945 at 5:50 am on the Trinity Test Site near Alamogordo, New Mexico in the United States, an area now known as the White Sands Missile Range. The event involved the full-scale testing of an implosion-type fission atomic bomb. In a memorandum to the U.S. Secretary of War, General Leslie Groves describes the yield as equivalent to 15,000 to 20,000 tons of TNT." • Historically, the first glimpse we see of 'Bob' is his bubble being part of a long, huge, coiled rope of vomit being emitted from some massive, white, generic humanoid form within the core of the atomic explosion. As I watched the vomit, my first thought was that it was reminiscent of umbilical cord. I immediately thought of it connecting to what I call 'The Abortion Dance' in 'Eraser Head'. But I note that the attached 'Bob' bubble seemed small and inconsequential, as if he was a small parasite being rejected and ejected from the humanoid's stomach. • The next scene after the atomic explosion sequence and the response of ????? (Giant) is again in New Mexico in 1956, nine years later. The insect-frog hatches out of what appears to be a rock in the desert. That creature was designed and portrayed with perfection on screen. Beautiful horrific. • My guess about The Woodsman's looping poetry rant, which puts all listeners to sleep, is that it is a call to the insect-frog, providing it an auditory method for finding a human host. Since this appears to be parasitism, is that insect-frog creature 'Bob'? Did it take him nine years to gestate? Is the nine years intended to be in contrast to the human nine months of gestation? • Considerable time was taken to distinguish the '1930s room' of the ????? (Giant) from the world beyond his screen. The conjured, vomited Laura bubble is in color, contrasting the B&W of the '1930s room'. The bubble, having been kissed by Senorita Dido, travels backwards through a coiling saxophone into the screen, flattening slightly, then restored to its spherical shape in B&W as it heads through space toward the state of Washington on B&W planet Earth. • There's something god-like about ????? (Giant) considering all his behavior. He was a being in the Black Lodge and yet he was a positive creature whom one would expect to find in a White Lodge (which I believe we have yet to visit). • 'So where's Mike?' I kept asking myself. He wasn't part of the astral vomit/umbilical stream! How will he arrive on the scene? Oh and what will Mike's arm evolve into? Is Mike a different sort of creature from Bob? And yet they both eat creamed corn? (Garmonbozia). Is calling Mike's arm 'The Man from Another Place' an indication that Mike is a different sort of creature from Bob? And why is the arm apparently acting as a benevolent force after Mike cut it off as a way to remove his evil self? And what is Mike doing in the Black Lodge considering he's now a White Lodge believer? ... Spinning far off track and topic. I'm sure Frost and Lynch have had enormous fun making up all of this elaborate back story to use in their play time. This is certainly a lot more fun than what I thought was a cop out explanation of Leland having been possessed by a demon, 'The devil made me do it' scapegoat nonsense of olde. It's also a lot more interesting than the creatures from another planet explanation for Bob and Mike.
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          WATCH! PNP Chief Bato Dela Rosa Lectured This Police Officer After He Executed an Improper Salute   

  • PNP Director General Chief Ronald "Bato" dela Rosa lectured a police desk officer.
  • The officer was not saluting properly to him.
  • He checked the position of the officer from head to toe.
PNP Director General Chief Ronald “Bato” dela Rosa once again lectured a police officer who was not saluting properly to him. Chief dela Rosa recently visited Mandaluyong Police Station to personally talk with the rookie cops who were involved in police brutality caught on camera.
In a video posted by News5, Chief dela Rosa was seen disappointed and irritated by the improper salute of the police desk officer upon entering the station. The officer received several sermons from the cranky PNP chief.
“Ayusin mo yan,” Chief dela Rosa told the desk officer while he was correcting the position of his hand.
He further inspected the officer if his feet are standing 45 degrees. Chief dela Rosa then headed inside the station along with his entourage. Netizens also praised the chief for disciplining him.
The viral cops he was going to confront were Police Officers Tandog and Enriquez. However, he was left disappointed as the two cops were not there. They were the cops who were allegedly caught in a video beating a civilian inside inside San Jose Barangay Hall in Mandaluyong City.
The video was uploaded on Wednesday and instantly received multiple criticism from social media users. PO1 Tandog and Enriquez quickly surrendered to the authorities after their video went viral.
Earlier this week, Chief dela Rosa attended the recognition rites of police trainees of Police Regional Offices 6 and 18 in Bago City, Negros Occidental. During his speech, he challenged the 821 trainees.
“I want to make sure that after taking your oath as police officers of the Philippine National Police, it doesn’t mean that you’re PO1 only of Bacolod or Iloilo City Police Offices, or Regions 6 or 18, but you are PO1 of the PNP, meaning you can be assigned anywhere in the Philippine archipelago,” Chief dela Rosa said.
“It should be your mindset and [you should be] willing to offer [your] life in the service of the country. Ang pinaka ayaw ko sa pulis ay yong duwag,” he added.
He stressed that as police officers, they should serve the people and enforce the law. He also added that they don’t become a cop to get rich or get involved into illegal organizations.

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          Planes, Boats, Automobiles, a Lion Fish and the Maldives   

Things always go mad in the Motor Trade when you’re due to go on holiday, I had sold more cars than usual, the phone was ringing constantly and I needed to leave for the airport in the next 30 minutes or we would miss our flight to the Maldives. I had a car going out, and the bonnet cable had snapped. Rover in their wisdom had routed the bonnet release cable underneath the bonnet and out of reach, so when it snapped, it was impossible to get at. I had tried from underneath the engine bay to get to the broken cable, but my arms were scratched and burned off the hot engine. In temper and frustration and as a last resort I punched through the grille and forced the bonnet up, now my knuckles were a mess too, my day couldn’t get any worse or so I thought.

I still had things I needed to do, so I checked the airport web site, just my luck for the first time ever when I was going on holiday the plane was on time. The journey to the airport was pretty uncomfortable, we had booked a return trip with the local taxi firm, and I wasn’t sure the car they had sent should have even been on the road, I was convinced that there was no oil in the shock absorbers, and I wasn’t convinced that there was any in the engine. I was contemplating asking him to turn back as I didn’t think we were going to make it all the way. They should have been paying me to travel in the Taxi, not the other way around. I should have learned my lesson not to book them as the same firm had once picked me and my mate up in a Transit Van, with 2 park benches in the back, what made it worse was the benches weren’t even screwed down so we were sliding around in the back whenever he turned a corner, then there was the time when the car caught fire and i had to walk the rest of the way to the pub with my shoes smouldering after stamping the dashboard out.

Our holiday was an absolute bargain, and I was beginning to realise why when we got to the checkout we were told that the start of our holiday would be delayed by 24 hours as there was a problem with the plane. Apparently there was a crack in the Planes windscreen and the regulations for planes are a little bit stricter than for cars, they couldn’t ring the local windscreen firm and have a new one fitted on the runway, so they were going to put us up in a local hotel for the night.

I had too much work to do back at the garage, so I rang the taxi firm who dropped us off to try and get the driver to turn back and collect us. They said they couldn’t contact him and woild have to send another car for us, but as this wasnt a pre booked trip it wouldnt qualify as an “Airport Special” or even as our return which we had already paid for so they would “have” to charge us full price. I knew I was being conned but I was desperate to get back so I paid, needless to say that I have never used that Taxi firm again, a lot of firms (especially Car Sales) try to benefit from short sighted short term gain, I didn’t mind them using shit cars, but I object to being ripped off and they lost my business for ever.

The next day when we returned to the Airport, we were greeted with even more bad news. Our plane was being diverted to Gatwick to pick up more passengers. I started to doubt the cracked windscreen excuse when i realised that they had actually filled the plane with passengers and saved them selves all the fuel for a return trip to the Maldives by delaying us for 24 hours. I needed the beach and I wasn’t best pleased, another passenger was even more displeased, she hadn’t been told that we were diverting to Gatwick and she was furious as she had driven from London to Manchester that morning and considered it to be a waste of time and money. She was demanding that she and her 4 kids be upgraded to first class for the inconvenience. It wasn’t the Stewardesses fault, and I’m sure that if it had just been her, they would have done it, but her 4 kids had been running riot and she was paying no attention to them. One had been eating a bag of Maltesers and was covered in chocolate, so was the seat the little brat had been sitting in, and also the armrests all up the isle where he’d been running out of control. The chocolate covered kid had nearly fallen on me but I had managed to catch it by its hair and stop my linen pants being ruined, any way at least it had chosen to go back to its own seat to blubber, rub its head and stare at me, that kid wasn’t going to come anywhere near me anytime soon.

Clearly the woman hadn’t thought things through as her car was in Manchester, and we were now 200 miles away in London, she issued an ultimatum to the Stewardess that unless they upgraded her she wanted to get off the plane. The Cabin Crew stopped short of deploying the safety chute and throwing her down it, but she was out of the door before she had chance to change her mind, they had already had enough of her whining and her unruly kids on the 35 minute flight to London, and they realised that we had another 13 hours ahead of us to the Maldives, the Women, her kids and her luggage were promptly kicked off the plane. All the passengers clapped when the nasty bitch finally went through the door and we could get on our way, how she was going to get her car back from Manchester I don’t know, and I didn’t care, but somehow I knew it would be her Husband who would cop for it when she got home.

The rest of the flight was great, and the transfer “speed boat” was waiting for us just a short distance away from Airport Arrivals. I was a little disappointed to be travelling by speed boat, not just because I had expected it to be like Sonny Crockett’s 42 foot Wellcraft Scarab, but because I had tried to book the Sea Plane and had been told by the Travel Rep of the firm we booked the holiday through that it didn’t go to the Island that we were staying on (roughly translated, she couldn’t be bothered to check, or make the arrangements for us).

The Island was Paradise and it was an All Inclusive resort, we were given free drinks on arrival and we sauntered down to the beach just in time to see the Sea Plane arriving with some of the other guests on board. I took a photograph and started to compose an email to the Travel Rep “Dear Travel Rep, You know the Sea Plane that you said didn’t go to the Island that we are staying at, Well guess what? “

The scenery was fantastic, there were shoals of beautifully coloured fish, Black Tipped Sharks and Stingrays swimming just yards from the shore. The food was great, the staff were so nice. I asked our dedicated waiter Labib if he knew the score at the Man United game as I had missed it while travelling and from then on he used to come to our table every morning and tell me all the sports results that he had specifically memorised to report to me, the staff asked me if I would like to play football with them, and as there was no TVs in the rooms they also invited me to watch Manchester United play on the TV in their staff quarters.

I was admiring the magnificent display of food available and I happened to mention to my Girlfriend that the soup looked good, the guy that dished it out and also made it overheard me and you could see his chest swell with pride in his work, he was overjoyed as he ladled out an extra big helping for me, which technically I hadn’t actually asked for, but hadn’t got the heart to refuse. From then on he waited for me every night and as soon as I walked in, he came over to tell us what soup of the day it was, so for two weeks I had soup every night, it was 40 degrees outside, and I was eating red hot soup, that’ll teach me not to compliment people, after 2 weeks I was sick of the sight of soup!

Usually I can’t relax on holiday, I was forever on the phone underwriting vehicles for the trade, answering emails or checking my works web cam to see if there are any customers on my pitch. With no 3 G signal I couldn’t do this and was forced to enjoy the beauty and tranquillity of Maldives, and pretty soon I forgot about work all together. This was the life, I started to question the sanity of Tom Hanks and the film Castaway, if I was marooned on a desert island and I saw a ship going past, I would hide in the deepest undergrowth I could find, why on Earth would you want to be rescued, was at the time beyond me, the Universe works in mysterious ways and the answer was soon forthcoming.

We had been there for a few days when my girlfriend at the time was bitten or stung on the foot, her ankle and foot were swollen and looked incredibly painful. Again the bar staff  took it in turns to relay a supply of ice cubes and towels to us, and making them into a cold compress to relieve the pain and swelling, but it was getting worse for her. There were medical facilities at the resort but only to dispense aspirin and plasters, I was afraid that we were getting beyond that as I could see she was in tremendous pain. I kept asking if she was alright, and she assured me she was. Now when I am feeling under the weather I make sure that everybody knows and suffers with me, but she was different, as long as I had known her she had never had a day off work, or moaned about having a cold or anything, she used to say Children get colds, Men get Flue and Women get on with it, to be fair she did..

Again my “Hope for the best, plan for the worst” instincts had taken over. I had seen a
Pterois (Lion Fish) in the sea not far from where we had been walking through the surf. I knew they were extremely poisonous, the bite/sting was on my Girlfriends foot and she had developed several of the symptoms that were associated with their stings which could cause paralysis and also prove fatal  (I’d Googled Lion Fish on the Computer in Reception). I had enquired and pre warned the staff at reception to be on stand by in case if she did need urgent medical attention. I was told that there was a possibility of getting the Air Taxi, but after 6.00 pm it went dark (Pitch Black) and our only option would be to sail to the Prison Island. This sounded like it would make an ideal plot for the next Die Hard film so I thought I would call the “Prison Island” excursion Plan B.  I also thought it best to keep my Lion Fish theory to myself as I didn’t want to panic her and make the situation worse than it was already.

The crew on High Alert 
We were rapidly burning daylight and she looked like she was getting worse, I kept asking her if she was sure that she was ok, but it was about 10.00 pm that night I knew she wasn’t, I heard the first sniff.  She’d had all day, but she chose that time at night to succumb to the pain, she could no longer walk, or put any weight on her leg. But it was too late now to get a ride in the Air Taxi!

I carried her to reception and Plan B was put into action, the boat was ready with her 3 man crew and we set sail through the Inky blackness towards the flickering light of the Prison Island. One of the crew was standing at the bow holding a lantern with a candle in it, it was as dim as an usherettes torch and we couldn’t see anything in the distance. Im like a shit magnet, and things happen to me that wouldn’t happen to normal everyday people, so when I go on Holiday, I go equipped, up until the travel laws changed I always carried my own medikit complete with syringes, Intravenous Catheters and Field Dressings. I had still managed to take a few of my essentials with me, I whipped my trusty mag light out and pushed the candle equipped pointman out of the way, he didn’t want to relinquish his position so he pushed me back. I shone my torch in his face, this insured he wouldn’t be able to see anything for a while so he went and sat down till his night vision recovered leaving me in charge which is where I like to be. I pointed my Mag Lite forward and lit up the sea between us and the prison Island, no one would get in our way.

It took us well over an hour to sail to the Island and when we docked there was a member of
the prison hospital staff waiting to meet us, the hospital was quite a distance away and he offered to get us transport, but when he came back he was driving a 1 seater tipper truck, good luck getting her to sit in the bucket I thought, I couldn’t get her to travel in anything less than the passenger seat of my Porsche.

Long story short I carried her to the hospital, and then I had to go to the other side of the Island to pick up the syringes and antibiotics that the Doctor needed to treat her. My journey was like something off a horror film, and I clasped my trusty maglite all the way there and back, I made a mental note not to shine it into the shadows anymore as all the eyes staring back at me was starting to freak me out.

A few injections later, and another trip through the unbelievable non light polluted blackness that is night in the Maldives, and my girlfriend was already showing signs of improvement. The cost of her treatment on the Island was the Maldivian equivalent of £3.00 I tried my best to give the Doctor a tip but he refused, in the end he agreed to take a small donation to the clinic he ran in his spare time. I wasn’t looking forward to getting the bill from the Hotel for 3 crew, their time, a boat and fuel. If they had the same ethics as the Preston Taxi Firm that we had used, the cost would probably Bankrupt me, thank goodness for Holiday Insurance.

Until I could claim the money back from the insurance company I would have to settle the bill, I could hardly bring myself to open it. I was expecting it to be in the hundreds and I laughed out loud when I saw the Total was a mere £29.00,  obviously the Maldivians are committed to making sure their patrons thoroughly enjoy their holidays (actually it’s not a Holiday it’s a Life Changing Experience!) , repeat business is more important to them than short term gain, and they cannot bring themselves to profit from someone else’s misfortune, there is a lot to be said for that.

The rest of the Holiday was fantastic, and went far too fast, I was very sad when our last day arrived and I could have quite happily stayed there for the rest of my life. My Girlfriend and I went back to our room after breakfast to see that our Bed had been decorated with petals, the message said “Good Luck” I think the message was aimed more at my Girlfriend than me but we really felt like the staff meant it.

Our Maldivian adventure was almost over, or so I thought when we boarded the “Speed
Leatherman Multi Purpose Tool
Boat” for our homeward bound journey to Male Airport. The Island was a spot in the distance and we had just about got to the point of no return when I thought I heard the engine miss a beat, then I heard it again, and again, a cloud of black smoke came out of the back of the boat and we ground to a halt. I wasn’t too worried and just thanked my lucky stars that it was the engine of the boat that had cut out and we weren’t making a Mayday call from the Air Taxi.

Swiss Army Knife
There was no anchor on the boat and we had no drive so we were at the mercy of the tide, we started to drift in the current as the boat bobbed up and down on the swell. The crew broke out the 3 tools they had on board which looked like they had gotten from a Christmas Cracker. They lifted the hatches up and started to dismantle the engine, that’s when one of the female passengers who was sat next to them, almost whispered in disbelief “There’s water coming in!” she was right it was coming in, and it was pouring in too, our Adventure wasn’t quite over, I put my camera down, and searched in my rucksack for the 2 pieces of equipment that I never leave home without, my “Leatherman” and my "Swiss Army Knife" I can repair anything with these, and I was ready in case the crew needed assistance.

It struck me that I should really be a Castaway, I don’t like people,  I was rapidly running out of Women who were prepared to take the risk of going on Holiday with me and succumbing to “The Curse Of The Cramptons”

What a fantastic Holiday, I need to go back, SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!  And if you haven’t been, You need to go too!


          Horror Headlines: Wednesday April 27th, 2011   
In Real People News: 

A 29 year old Roseville man is being charged with murder after he went nuts and started driving on a Minneapolis sidewalk, killing 1 and injuring 2. The incident apparently stems from an argument that started in a nearby bar and I assume had something to do with who is the better "Grand Theft Auto" player.

How the hell do you not think you're going to get caught urinating on cough drops at a Walgreens? There are practically video cameras everywhere these days and anywhere there isn't there's some prick taking video with his camera phone. You take cough drops into the men's room to piss on them! Everyone knows that's the only safe place.

News Bullet: 

I am not the least bit ashamed to admit that fluids shot out of every hole in my body when I read the news that Arnold Schwarzenegger has officially signed on to do a new "Terminator" movie. No screenwriter or director has been confirmed but Justin Lin has been rumored to be taking the camera for the flick. Oh mother of god the fluids!

2011 has already been a stellar year for the homeless and now everyone's favorite movie "Hobo With a Shotgun" is coming home to DVD and Blu-Ray. July 5th will be the date you can get your grubby little fingerless gloved mits on the 2 disc DVD or Blu-Ray that features all kinds of interviews, commentaries and other filthy treasures. Catch the hobo fever!

We're going 3 for 3 in the awesome news department kids because Steve Austin and Danny Trejo have both signed on to battle in "Recoil". Austin will play former cop who goes on a rampage after his family is murdered by a group of criminals. Trejo will of course play one of the criminals, because stereotypes are there for a reason and that reason is to help casting in films move along quickly.

Well they can't all be zingers my friends. Chris Landon is once again confirmed to be partnering up with Michael Perry to write "Paranormal Activity 3" after there were rumors that he had dropped out of the project. The duo wrote the previous film in the series and while they haven't promised it, I'm hoping will once again cast a rampaging pool cleaner. Keep your fingers crossed.

          Good Cop, Bad Cops   

(By American Zen’s Mike Flannigan, on loan from Ari)

(Disclaimer: The proprietor of this blog and Mr. Wilson have an ongoing years-long friendship, in which the former has benefited on several occasions by the generosity of the latter. However, that in no way, shape or form has influenced the blog owner’s decision to post an article about his case nor the content of what is written below.)

We need police. That’s the long and the short of it.
     Whatever your view of the very real problems our society faces in bad cops who shoot unarmed African Americans or the mentally disabled when sent to the scene of a medical emergency, the simple fact is that those cops take a lot of oxygen from the honest, dedicated law enforcement professionals whose good to society far outweighs the bad we incessantly hear about on the news and social media.
     The need for some law enforcement was understood in the days of the Roman Empire and in AD 6 answered in the form of the vigiles urbani. And 1823 years later, Sit Robert Peel well understood the need for a professional police force and that’s how Scotland Yard was created, with the passage of the Metropolitan Police Act, in 1829.
     So obviously, there will always be the need for “the thin blue line” because where there are laws, there will always be criminals. And latter day human society is always in desperate need of good cops to make up part of that vital buffer between civilians and lawlessness and disorder. But what happens when cops forget whatever high-minded ideals that led them to apply to the Academy when they turn on their own, when pensions and reputations are at stake?
     We all remember what had happened to Serpico. And Serpico was an exception that gradually became more of a norm than an exception. And today, I will write at length about the bizarre case of Antone Raneo Wilson, a good cop who got railroaded by his own. Not only his own, but lazy, collusive, avaricious attorneys (including three who were suspended), a famously corrupt Boston political power structure and virtually every principal involved. It’s a case that is so intensely radioactive that no mainstream media journalist or attorney will touch it with the proverbial 10 foot pole. (Most recently a reporter with the Boston Globe looked into it then, like Homer Simpson or Sean Spicer, slowly melted into the bushes). That was when I was contacted by former Mass State Trooper Antone Wilson.

The Beginning
It began on a miserable, wet rainy day in December of 2000 in Franklin, MA. It wasn’t even a routine traffic stop. Franklin, in Norfolk County in southern Massachusetts, is generally a friendly city, one of just 14 granted a charter to run a city government. It’s the kind of place where, when you hear a car backfire, you assume it’s a car back-firing and Honor Roll high school graduates bound for college make the front page of the local paper.
     However on this day, off duty State Trooper Antone Wilson was driving through Franklin and ran into a detail manned by three officers from the Franklin Police Department. He stopped long enough to ask for directions and one of the young officers, perhaps resenting his posting on a foul day, was immediately surly. The situation quickly escalated and when Trooper Wilson was asked for ID, he produced his State Police creds.
     Rather than de-escalating what was already a needless confrontation, the Franklin Police essentially detained Trooper Wilson as they wouldn’t hand him back his badge and ID for upwards of 20 minutes. At one point, one of the young officers even deliberately nudged Trooper Wilson’s shoulder with his own in order to manufacture an escalation. Trooper Wilson was by this time already 39 years-old and didn’t bite on the bait.
     It ought to be mentioned that despite Franklin’s lowkey reputation and outward gentility, at this exact same time the Franklin Police Department was already under federal investigation from the Chief on down for corruption. Even 16½ years ago, the allegations went back three decades.
     Ironically, even though Trooper Wilson was the one being wronged, it was the Franklin Police Department who’d fired the first salvo in the form of a complaint against Trooper Wilson for assault and verbal abuse. They almost surely did this to cover their own asses as a pre-emptive counter suit to protect itself from what they expected to be Trooper Wilson’s own complaint. However, Trooper Wilson never filed that complaint.

Can We Spell Conflict of Interest, Boys and Girls?

     As if tempting the Fates into bringing about a self-fulfilling prophecy, the Franklin PD had filed a complaint that had brought about an investigation into Trooper Wilson for misconduct, specifically regarding physical assault and verbal abuse. As if that wasn’t enough, the Massachusetts State Police had saddled him with an attorney who was jurisprudence’s answer to a canvasback club fighter on the take.
     Without immediately making full disclosure to his client, this attorney represented not only the MA State Police union but also the Franklin PD’s union. Almost immediately, as if trying to sweep it under the rug, Mr. Wilson’s representation was, in his own words, “increasingly strident” about getting his client to admit to some guilt in the interests of speedy resolution. Attorney/client privilege is intended to protect the client from prying outside parties, not the attorney from his own client.
     Deeply suspicious of his own lawyer’s intentions and motivations, Mr. Wilson then asked him, repeatedly, if he also represented the Franklin PD’s union and his concerns about collusion were dismissed. Eventually, as the investigation gained traction, Trooper Wilson was in the absurd and very unenviable position of watching growing evidence proving his innocence rebuffed by his own attorney. Yes, Antone Wilson’s own attorney was working in concert with investigators to ensure some responsibility for misconduct would be proved or admitted to. Finally, after confronting his lawyer by asking him if he was indeed working for the Franklin PD’s union, he answered in the affirmative, albeit vaguely. As much as honest individuals hate to use the word, Trooper Wilson realized his concerns about a conspiracy were well-founded. Putting a cherry to this revelation was Wilson’s ominous caveat: “(Y)ou’d better not be telling state secrets.”
    Several days before Trooper Wilson’s disciplinary hearing, two senior officers who’d been assigned to the board were replaced. This was particularly suspicious because Wilson had expressed to his original attorney his satisfaction with the two officers that were subsequently removed. This action was unnerving because it implied that Wilson's attorney had shared confidential information with the State Police (remember the quaint notion of attorney/client privilege?). The move, Wilson suspected, was a final attempt to force a negotiated settlement in an attempt to forestall a disciplinary hearing. It was clear that the "prosecution" didn't want a hearing that would compel the sworn testimony of the Franklin PD "witnesses" and generate a permanent, transcribed record. Trooper Wilson was convinced his own attorney was abusing his trust by sharing confidential, privileged information with the same party (the Mass State Police) that was attempting to get nonexistent dirt to stick on him. He was, nevertheless, determined to force the hearing.
     As the rescheduled hearing approached Trooper Wilson's plainly useless attorney had recused himself from the case and the replacement attorney-appointed without Wilson's prior consent- would be presenting the case. "I understood," Wilson later stated, " that there were only two real scenarios: The hearing would be 'on-the level' or it wouldn't" What Wilson didn't understand was that this was the beginning of an ordeal that would endure for over 17 years...
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By Garett Roush If Attorney General Jeff Sessions had his way, I would once again be at risk of constant seizures. The former U.S. Senator from Alabama and now the nation’s top cop has started a crusade against states that have allowed access to cannabis for both medicinal and recreational use. As an epileptic, medicinal marijuana…


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Black youth never get the privileges of innocence and 'youthful indiscretions' extended to their white peers.

*Editor's note: In this monthly blog series, the Drug Policy Alliance will examine the nexus between the War on Drugs and law enforcement practices that result in the mass criminalization, incarceration and dehumanization of communities of color.  These pieces will reflect on the ways in which the institutions of policing and prosecution- both driven by calls for “law and order” in the wake of the War on Drugs-  continue to function as instruments of reinforcement for the overarching structural racism on which the drug war was founded.

Over the past several weeks, the details surrounding the tragic killing of Jordan Edwards have been revealed under the intensely watchful eye of a public that continues to face a seemingly never-ending flood of stories recounting instances of police brutality and the pervasive lack of justice for black victims on the receiving end of police misconduct.

Outside of a media sphere permeated by meticulously crafted, state-serving narratives marked by the use of coded language as a form of fear mongering that encourages brutalization in carrying out the war on drugs and cultivates public apathy towards the victims of such violence, a situation in which a police officer responding to a neighbor’s call about possible underage drinking that ends with the use of lethal force on a car full of frightened kids could not be dressed as anything other than a senseless act of violence. This murder reinforces the message that the protections associated with the assumption of innocence and positive police discretion towards instances of youthful indiscretion are not privileges extended to black youth

Further, a failure to also identify this situation as one where the duty to protect and serve was superseded by aninstitutional obsession with policing and restricting the autonomy of black people would require willful ignorance of the history of enslavement and subjugation of black people in this country.

Jordan’s story is not anomalous. The explosion in exposure of police brutality across the nation and subsequent reflection on my own experiences with law enforcement while growing up in Dallas quickly led me to the sobering realization that any of the nights I enjoyed not long ago, when I was Jordan’s age, could have ended in tragedy. The price of this realization has been an existence marred by constant feelings of fear and anxiety about what could happen and how my personal relationship with drugs might be used in an attempt to strip me of my humanity posthumously.

As a result, I often find myself preemptively policing my actions, my speech, expressions of my emotions, my movements, and even my writing, but none of these things have proven adequate in protecting me from potentially volatile interactions with law enforcement or figures that have been endowed with authority to use force by whatever institution employs them.

Knowing that I am not alone is deeply saddening.

What is much more devastating, however, is reading in the Dallas Morning News that kids who occupy some of the same spaces I once did experienced such a degree of psychological trauma from Jordan’s death and similar situations that they feel they have no choice but to forfeit simple joys of youth like playing basketball and partying with friends.

Living with the psychological burden imposed by the constant threat of state violence is not freedom. We cannot begin to chip away at the hyper-criminalization of black and Latino youth until we end the war on drugs. If not, the reality most of America is privileged enough to enjoy - the assumption that an interaction with law enforcement will not end in their demise - will remain an aspiration at best.

When I was in elementary school, a large part of the school’s efforts to convince us to “just say no” to drugs involved encouraging us to “dare to be different.” As an adult, I am imploring the powers that be and those who have been complicit in cultivating this drug war climate to put the same amount of time and resources into daring police to allow all youth the space to enjoy their lives without fear of those entrusted with the responsibility of protecting them.

This piece first appeared on the Drug Policy Alliance Blog



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          Gangsta Complete Season 1   
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          Everyday Beauty Looks You Should Cop From 'AsNTM' Winner Maureen Wroblewitz   
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          Hat Dance, by Carmen Amato   

Emilia Cruz, Acapulco's first and only female police detective, will risk a dance with the devil to catch an arsonist and find a missing girl. But the music comes with a price no honest cop can afford to pay.

By coincidence at the same restaurant as Acapulco's popular mayor, Emilia's date with hotel manager Kurt Rucker is cut short by an explosive fire that kills half of the mayor's security detail. Emilia is assigned to investigate what quickly is dubbed an assassination attempt on the politician. 

Frightened by the fire and the raw emotion it has sparked not only inside herself but across the city, Emilia isn't helped by a boss who is more concerned with his own demons than hers, and a new partner who comes with a bad attitude. Moreover, Kurt Rucker could leave Acapulco for a lucrative new job in Belize.

When the involvement of the Mexican Army seems likely and would-be vigilantes post threatening videos on YouTube, Acapulco erupts with a wave of violent demonstrations. But even as pressure mounts for a fast arrest, Emilia remains bound by a promise to look for a girl who has disappeared from her own neighborhood. It doesn't take long before Emilia uncovers some nasty family secrets and turns to the city's most notorious hooker for answers, only to end up on the wrong side of a dirty Vice cop.

As fires, death threats, and the fallout from hasty decisions circle around her, Emilia will doubt both her skills as a detective and ability to survive amid the sharks. She'll start making deals for access and information, but the one she makes with the devil could be her last. 

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          Holy Spirituality with Pine Cone: Gender Half-life Motif   
This Story Might Change Your Beliefs!

“Good Morning Vietnam” translates Robin Williams MPD to my version of “Good Morning Holy Spirit” motive to set the standard for the NDE Day of War between the Karmic-sexes. Amazing clues survive in spite of ourselves, right out in front of our Duality eyes, yet without Holy Spirit Humor memory, anyone would be foolish to reveal such a Truth of Love in the Spirit of forgiving ONENESS Disappearance. I feel apparent~p.p. bamboozled and woman/man half-life discombobulated to their Love-denied half-life Karmic-suffering extreme.

A woman half-life and a man half-life to err is human-marriage is, not only when two wrongs don’t make it right, but doesn’t come close to how to forgive, Divine the many Karmic-gender half-lives it takes, to deny so many physical-role timelines it take to mess up a half-life child-apple that never Karmic-falls far from, hardly any real half-life Love at all. 1/2 life plus 1/2 life in a physical-role masala in a long line of spiced up polarizations that come with each gender half-life played, and being-played sting in the Illusion of Timelines on ad infinitum.

“Good Morning Holy Spirit” wakes up the whole Universe inside me on the bed inside me too, not just the man within all the women, and the woman within all the men lifetimes of half-life, after half-life Love-divided Karmic role-reversal jealous rage motive, to keep proving we’re all wrong. I like to imagine our Gender half-life Motif itself, reveals our no-Love-at-all 3 dimensional DNA motive signature. How can one gender half-life survivor ever, really Love, reveals how can any half-assed half alive Mortal, really Love like, only an Immortal can let go enough, to Love like no-bodies Karmic-business.

Ascension upgrades physical-role Karmic divisive-gender half-life anti-Love undead lifetime low light freakuency vibration timelines, yet these Pulsing Agarthan new energies are, only a taste of what’s to come later, when they blast this trite-seeming startling, none-the-less, Bacon-beacon half-life Police-refresh conflagration into Ascension Boom Boom, with a Boom for each Bang-less gender Karmic-disappearance. Look up twin flame on you tube, or any search engine, and not one mention of the ‘flame-focus’ sacrificing gender altogether into Delight appears, like a gender-moth to the flame(POOF) reveals, just how religious-gender remains physically addicted to control, even this possible Spiritual ONENESS clue about, maybe Love is, still gender half-life, always looking for impossible unrequited 3d Duality DNA Motif-lovers?

Many men half-lives, and many women half-lives greet Holy Spirit in my Vietnam-free bed in the morning, just like many men half-lives, and many women half-lives mirror many male alters, and many female alters inside too, Unifies writing these few lyrics altogether in a Celestial Grand~harmony of Immortal Love Ascension Joy. When we, only think positive, we suppress any negative energy down deeper in our unconscious minds, that always appears later like radioactive mudd leaks out in psychoses, neuroses, and genocidal acting out, all the while our conscious weaker-minds pretend everything is OK, while we suffer, more than any gender half-life anti-lover, that wouldn’t say double-D Cop Donut-holes sshhh-censure it, if their mouth was full of it.

I am almost finished playing big-stakes marbles here, and I want to gather up my New doubleheader winner stash, and leave this game area, before we all get our jealous-rage dander up, however even though there are a lot more obvious clues about this Paradigm, that deem mentioning, a little relief may be in order to, at least check in, before leaving gender motives to try to Love completely in the Dark of Mother Mafia Lurch minions. Mannn… does it ever smell like woe of man in here now!

Let’s switch over any jealous 3d rage ridicule onto the religious freaks that marry our children for us, by repenting together that we send our children in the front door of our churches, which are the back doors of our malicious genocidal Satanic Mafia government bureaucrats, and like us, their left hand Karmic half-lives, never know what their other-hand Karmic half-lives are doing leading up to continual One-a-day child-sacrifice Laughing-disease Kuru vitamins. Police call child protective services who kidnap children to donate them to the cannibal cause, so when both, and each do their paper work to bury kids under pile-of-shit slinging closed files, no Mortal half-life can swallow what they do, any more than any Mortal can swallow what goes on behind the 3d scenes in this anti-love Gender Half-life Motif.

My motive to express what we, all deny from so much regular half-life trauma-base mind-control isn’t to sell any smelly fish at the end of a long hot day on ICE motives to migrate the child-sacrifice out of whole remote villages, but to enhance anyone’s desire to forgive the, other gender in our, own half-life projected physical Illusions, so we can get ready to stop buying religious crap, that holds onto a physical Savior that, also had a Mother for the female anti-love gender half-life to un-blame.

See how many clues hit me in the morning greeting Today? Thank you Holy Spirit for experiencing forgiveness miracles working through, and for me, and a special big “Good Morning Holy Spirit” for helping me add a little Spirit humor so I would be able to express a little bit of what I Ascension-realize so Tesla free~energy far. This One really shakes, all the bullshit off the outside physical-roles, that I depended on to justify my need to punish myself, more for that same degree of denied conscious positive thinking, that buried itself in my unconscious guilty motives, just to keep co-creating more suffering half-life Karma.

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I “Love” to Admit it 11/22/16

I “Love" to admit it, but I have been captivated by the constant Blackmail battering of this Child-sacrificing malevolent World, so that I ‘want’ to surrender to Holy Spirit, by turning within, as a new humble priority. Sex-slavery robbed me of my soul, as a child, yet once I realized everything difficult, that happens enhances my devotion to turn even, more within ONENESS Spirit Conscience forgiveness nurturing, instead.

I fought like Hell to work, very hard for Money to, barely survive, but after a few years of meditation, and forgiveness prayers to Holy Spirit, to do the difficult forgiveness of others, as myself, more money came to me from Spirit, right through other benevolent Sources, than I ever, even knew about, before surrender. I “Love” to admit that Money doesn’t come from hard work, or social-norm Blackmail, but comes from Source, just like everything else, we need to ‘thrive’, instead of, ‘barely survive’ in addiction to this Child-sacrificing malevolent World.

After losing connection to my, own Conscience, I have become a kinder feeling empath, and a constant seeming mistaken threat to others suffering, just like me, before I sat down, closed my eyes, and meditated my suffering ass off. Like kindness comes from within Spirit devotion, so too, does being able to feel again, without letting those ephemeral duties control my reactive behaviors any more. Money, kindness, and feelings come from turning within, to ask for help to forgive all my captors that, still suffer much tortuous regret for forcing me, to do things out of fear, that no Child would, ordinarily want to do.

After annihilation traumas of the lower fourth dimensional ‘murky unkind’, everything outside triggered my reaction to live in the past swamp, ‘as if’, so, as I became more addicted to the outside Illusion of, more fear piled up onto, more traumas, I “Love” to admit that, with a gift of desperation, I became a, very willing candidate to surrender to something else, besides this unholy smelling foul-World of sulfur-predator crap. Now I see, all suffering evidence, as a gift from ONENESS to have compassion, and Mercy for, all who, still haven’t turned within to receive Money out of nowhere, and become a kinder feeling person, instead.

I am more sensitive to Blackmail than I have, ever realized, and even that’s a gift now, because I used to blame myself, ‘as if’, all evil was my fault, but NOTHING can, ever be further from the Truth. I was a beautiful innocent Child, and I, still am, inside, no matter what I used to think, and no matter what constant Blackmail, still wants to make me feel that lost-soul way. Blackmail is a constant battering here in Karmic Hologram miming-mirror Earth Paradigm, and who knew; before I turned within, where enlightening compassion makes me feel like a ‘kind kid’ with pocket treasures full of Sparkling Golden innocent-kaleidoscope perceptions again?

When I surrendered to Holy Spirit, Money was the furthest thing from my new mind of Delight, and I, certainly was convinced, that I would, never become a kinder feeling empath, ever again. Getting old had become a ‘given’, but turning within has made, even gettin-gold a ‘variable’ out of my getting younger now, every time Holy Spirit welcomes me inside, where eternal youth commands, all kinder feeling empathic Mountain Top kindergarteners.

Money, Holy Spirit, my soul, kinder feeling empath, forgiveness, my Conscience, compassion, Mercy, my Inner Child Spirit, eternal youth, the willingness to face outside Blackmail with a new motive to serve, with the, very “Love” that I have to admit, all these Wonderful gifts from within nurturing, that replaces any more outside need for what, best can be defined as needy-ransom soul-selling Blackmail=Burnout.

Inner-Child Spirit Safe-Home, within

author Pine Cone

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Ok, so when you're planning on taking your first child to college, it is an emotional time. You don't want to see him leave the nest, but you're excited to see him start his life's journey. But, if I was granted a do over with taking Zakk to college yesterday, I would have gladly taken it!!

To start this wonderful odyssey, we need to begin in Ely on the morning of August 18. We're packing the car with Zakk's stuff, and he realizes his TV won't fit. He starts freaking out, until I remind him that his buddy Dylan is coming up the next day and can bring it. Ok, first crisis averted.

Then, we're all packed up and ready to go. Zakk decides that he's gonna drive which is ok by me. We start on the trip and we come to a mountain pass that we have to climb. This pass is called Conner's Pass and it's pretty steep. But, our car is just creeping up the hill. We lose so much speed, that we decide to turn around and go the other way without the mountain passes. Zakk is so frustrated that he decides to let Steve drive. We drive towards Wendover, the car overheats a little on the passes, but we keep pushing on. We stopped in Wendover to eat and gas up - which we normally NEVER have to do on this trip. After we eat, Zakk decides to drive again. So, we start driving. And guess what?

We get about five miles outside of Tooele, Utah and the car loses power. Zakk is even more frustrated and gets out to take a small walk to calm down. I don't blame him - he just wants to get to school and settled before the semester starts on Monday. Steve gets in the driver's seat and tries to start the car and there is this horrendous squealing sound. He just wants to get the car off the interstate, so we creep the five miles to the Flying J truckstop. Our max speed on this little five mile trip - 10 mph. Ugh!

We try to call my sister, and she isn't there. So, Steve called his sister. She tells us that she'll come and get us and take us to Steve's parents house. They have an extra car that we can use. So, we creep into the travel lodge and await her arrival which is an hour later. No big deal, it gives everyone the chance to calm down, go potty, get drinks and snacks etc.

Steve's sister and husband arrive and we get safely to Spanish Fork. We all crash from the ordeal. The next morning, we get up, do a few things and load up the car. Oh, did I mention that Steve's parents are on vacation? LOL We get on the road and go to see my sister. We spend about an hour there visiting with her and her children and then we get on the road.

This part of the trip is minimal. Zakk makes the comment that he hopes Grandma and Grandpa's car won't break down and I laugh. I told him that if he needed to know anything about Grandpa Moore it's that he was VERY good about keeping up on the maintenance of his cars. We get to Weber State University and pull in to park so that we can get Zakk settled into his dorm and voila - we see the red and blue lights flash us. Oh man!

The WSU campus cop walks up and informs Steve that he pulled us over because the registration is expired on the car! WTH! So, we look through the glove compartment and guess what? No current registration AND the proof of insurance was two years old! WTH. Steve tells the officer that it wasn't his car, it was his dad's and that we had car trouble and we borrowed his parents car to get our son to school. He lets us off with a warning. Another crisis averted, for a few minutes.

Ok, we get Zakk registered in the dorm and get his keys, so we drive around to the back to start to unload when guess what happens next? Smoke starts coming out from under the hood of the car. Steve pops the hood and sees that a tube from the reservoir to the radiator has exploded and that the smoke was actually the coolant leaking onto the engine. Geez! As luck would have it, a friend from where we live was dropping her daughter off at the dorms, and she offered to take us to the parts store to get the part we needed to fix the car.

Steve gets the part fixed, and puts more coolant in the car, and Zakk gets settled into his dorm. Well, then Zakk comes down pretty upset. I ask him what was the problem? He informed me that he left his keyboard to his computer at home. Well, this was an easy fix! We took him to Staples to get a replacement and to Target to get some incidental stuff like shampoo, soap, razors, etc. After the small little shopping spree, we take him back to the dorms.

Now, this is the sad part. I had to leave my baby boy there. That was SO hard for me. I just held onto him crying and he's telling me not to embarrass him. LOL But, after all the drama, hugs, and tears of this trip - I watched my little boy, who was always my shadow when he was little, walk into his college dorm. I was filled with sadness because I realized at that moment that he was no longer my little boy. He was a man heading off to start his adult life as a college student. Never again would I wake up in the mornings and have him come into my room and snuggle with me and ask me if we can get donuts for breakfast. I will miss those cherished days of having him in our home.

It hasn't even been 24 hours, and I feel like it's been longer. I miss him like crazy, but that will make future trips to Utah even sweeter.
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I Am a Fucking Plagiarist by Javier Grillo-Marxuach
February 26th, 2015 RESET - +
Art is theft.

— Pablo Picasso

BEFORE I HAD anything to say, I had the desire to say something.

No, let me revise that. I had the desire to be heard.

A family legend is that at the age of three I leaped on stage during my brother’s Christmas pageant at his elementary school and launched into an extemporaneous monologue in which I apparently demanded that the audience answer for being in “my mother’s house.” It was my very own toddlerized version of that Dean Martin bit where he steps up to the mic, starts at the sight of the audience, and asks, “How’d you all get in here?”

My God. Even at three I was a plagiarist.

Plagiarism is basic to all culture.— Pete Seeger

Plagiarist. The word is a snake. Writers loathe its greasy venom. All our worst nightmares begin with the accusation of plagiarism. Why? Because it impugns the myth that we are “original” and therefore “special” and “different.” But, even worse, “plagiarist” lives next -door to the accusation we most suspect to be truth: “fraud.”

To further torture the metaphor, “fraud” is a crack house — an urban blight easily cast out because it exists at an extreme so far from most people’s experience. You can always say: “That’s not me, I’m not an addict and a criminal,” and, as long as your shoes, clothes, and teeth are passable, have some benefit of the doubt.

“Plagiarist,” however, is the lawyer’s mansion with the obsessive-compulsively manicured lawn, mirrored hardwood floors, and massive library. “Plagiarist” is a rich and burnished space of unlimited resources, where a methodical investigator — a latter-day George Smiley — has made his fortune exposing everyone else. It’s only a matter of time before he turns his unblinking sight on you.

And the insidiously magnificent thing about the word “plagiarist” — as opposed to, say, “plagiarizer” — is the sinister double implication of mastery and serial offense. There’s something about that -ist at the end. It tops the injury of the accusation off with the insult of “and these are just the ones we’ve caught … but we’re on to you now.”

To this day I suspect, in the darkest corners of my guilty soul, that the cottage industry of quotes from famous writers and intellectuals endorsing some form of theft as the only way to evolve the culture is little else than a great, collective, preemptive strike. I’m reminded of the greatest, and most frequently ignored, truth in the PR business: “Go ugly early.”

“Go ugly early” basically means “Own it before they catch you.”

For example: had Bill Clinton admitted to his infidelities before the media caught on — the strategy goes — the scandal would have been short-circuited by blunt and factual admission. Tawdry speculation dies when perpetrators shine a harsh, specular light on their unpleasant truths and take responsibility.

There’s “plagiarists” and there’s “fucking plagiarists.” The former plagiarize by accident — or at least claim to with plausible deniability — they forgot they heard or read something somewhere and mistook the idea for their own, or skipped a footnote, or maybe they just had the same idea as someone else and are the unwitting victims of fate, and that’s their story, and they are sticking to it. The latter did it on purpose, they know damned well they did it, and they’ll deploy all the same arguments as the former to make sure you never know it.

Of course, not everyone gets away with it.

For the fucking plagiarist, the “early” in “Go ugly early” means “any time before someone else busts you.” Hence, I believe, all the quotes. The more flowery your defense of your own plagiarism before the truth comes out, the better. The more flowery your defense after, the more you come off looking like a fucking douche.

It’s all in the timing, you see.

Our souls as well as our bodies are composed of individual elements which were all already present in the ranks of our ancestors. The “newness” in the individual psyche is an endlessly varied recombination of age-old components.

— Carl Jung

Twelve years after the “Dean Martin incident,” I was a sophomore in high school. Bringing Great Honor to my people (a line I just stole from Mark Leyner’s bio page in his novel My Cousin, My Gastroenterologist), I was also co-founder and president of “Lunchbox Theater.” Tired of not being cast in our high school drama team productions by a faculty coach who hated the smug sight of me, I worked with another student on the idea of a side project for the school’s drama team.

(Her name was Stacie Ressler, and to this day she’d probably tell you I never gave her enough credit for our joint venture.)

The idea? We would write and perform short plays during the lunch recess, thus giving students the ability to, well … be heard.

Taking the sum of our ideas home, I quickly typed a proposal on my mother’s Royal typewriter, waved it in front of the drama coach’s face, and — based on her most cursory and dismissive wave-off of tentative approval — scheduled a meeting with the school principal to get permission to launch the project.

The meeting with the principal went like gangbusters. By the time our drama coach — a gloriously overworked sexagenarian with a vindictive streak mitigated by her rapidly eroding memory — realized what was going on, our first play, written by yours truly, was in production and the posters announcing the premiere were up in the school hallways.

Score one for the rebels.

This first play was called “Flicks” — and fitting for someone too young to have anything to say — it was about a movie mogul whose work was constantly interrupted by assorted caricatures of “industry types” inasmuch as I understood them. It was essentially a 10-minute vignette of even shorter vignettes taken from my impression of how Hollywood “worked” based on my obsessive viewing of the then-nascent Entertainment Tonight.

To everyone’s surprise but mine (my attempts at publicity included physically pulling people from the school hallway into the auditorium), “Flicks” attracted something of an audience. The smattering of applause we received was ultimate confirmation that my end run around our tyrannical drama coach had been a righteous move. It was also my first taste of that most addicting of sensations — the dragon everyone who puts pen to paper is chasing even if they want you to believe otherwise.

I had been heard.

I was also immediately overtaken by a sense of abject dread. Later in life, as a working television writer, I would come to understand that tensing of the chest as pretty much the normal state of my screenwriting brethren. This was our first show. We had committed to doing one of these plays every other week.

What were we going to do for an encore?

Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent.

— Jim Jarmusch

At the end of my junior year, I stepped down from the Lunchbox troupe’s leadership and settled into an emeritus role: producing and directing as many short plays as I could write. I could no longer pretend to be an outcast malcontent. I had become a generally popular member of the student body, the co-creator of a popular theater program, and pulling double duty as features editor of the school paper.

Even better, our new drama coach turned out to be an extraordinarily supportive mentor with a remarkable way of simultaneously encouraging me, giving me enough rope to hang myself, and calling me out on my general stupidity and arrogance.

I even went on a few dates and acquired written proof that at least one girl at the school found me “very handsome.”

By the time Huron High School released me, Lunchbox Theater had become an institution that would go on for almost a decade and a half after my graduation, and the yearly “Lunchbox Theater Festival” — which I had inaugurated after our second year — had become something of a highlight of the school year.

Moreover, other teachers started to pay attention to our little island of misfit toys … one of them was impressed enough by my leadership and the sheer volume of my output to nominate me for a scholarship from the National Council of Teachers of English. Another one of my teachers wrote a college letter of recommendation I aspire to live up to pretty much every day.

The xeroxed 8.5-by-11” posters of my accomplishments hung proudly on my childhood bedroom wall alongside posters for Lucas and Spielberg films. The titles of my plays were as silly as adolescence: “Flicks,” “Suburban Life,” “Table Talk,” “The Incredible Frampster,” “King Rex,” “Son of Rex,” “The Date,” “The Incredible Adventures of the Intrepid Teddy Potsdorf,” “Son of the Incredible Adventures of the Intrepid Teddy Potsdorf.”

Out of that collection, point your attention to title number two: “Table Talk.”

That’s my original sin. The act of plagiarism that defines my self-concept to this day. It is the smoking gun whose discovery I have spent three decades fearing.

I don’t think that you saw me do those jokes and said, “I’m going to tell those jokes, too.” I don’t think there’s a world where you’re that stupid. Or that bad a guy. […] I do think, though, that you’re like […] a rocket […] and your engines are sucking stuff up. Stuff is getting sucked up in your engines, like birds and bugs and some of my jokes. I think you saw me do them. I know you saw me do them, and I think they just went in your brain, and I don’t think you meant to do it, but I don’t think you stopped yourself either.

— “Louie” to “Dane Cook” fictionally addressing real-world accusations of plagiarism of Louis CK’s material by Cook. From the episode “Oh Louie/Tickets” of Louie

These are the facts:

On May 15 of 1982, the third-to-last sketch of Saturday Night Live was a two-hander entitled “Table Talk.”

The premise: cast member Tony Rosato played a rough-around-the-edges vulgarian food critic using a first-person, break-the-fourth-wall monologue to teach the audience how to defraud good restaurants of their wine. A less-than-competent waiter served as his foil. The sketch ended with Rosato telling the audience to tune in next week when he would teach them how to “stuff an entire salad bar into a doggie bag.”

Sometime in 1986, I wrote a short play about a stuck-up, manners-obsessed restaurant critic using a first-person, break-the-fourth-wall monologue to teach the audience the make-up of a perfect meal and the way a proper restaurant ought to go about serving it. The critic’s monologue was continually interrupted by such digressions as a noisy family with children, a tacky lounge singer on a date with a cheesy divorcée, and a Cuban hijacker with multiple personality disorder bent on redirecting the restaurant to Havana. An incompetent waiter and grotesquely stereotypical French maître d’ — who was more than a little derivative of John Cleese in Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life — served as his foils.

“Table Talk” was performed three times by Lunchbox Theater: it premiered during a lunchtime recess in the fall semester and was subsequently revived as a curtain-raiser for the drama team’s spring production, and for the year-end festival. During my freshman year at Carnegie Mellon University, I convinced the extracurricular drama club to perform the play in one of the school’s restaurants.

“Table Talk” had its swan song in 1992 when the Flaming Gorilla Company — a troupe I formed with my friends to perform new work during the summers between college semesters — decided to go out with a bang by making our last-ever production a charity event/nostalgia fest for our high school theater company: “The Original Lunchbox Theater Festival.”

By the time this final production came around, “Table Talk” had metastasized to include the scene-stealing addition of an explosively flatulent restaurant patron.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was torn; the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion.

— T. S. Eliot

I have a great memory — maybe not photographic, but definitely classical realist. I can’t tell you with a straight face that I didn’t remember I hadn’t seen the SNL sketch when I sat down to write my “Table Talk” on that Royal typewriter at two in the morning on a dateless Friday night. That would be a lie.

Yes. I knew it. It’s why I went out of my way to write something radically different. I even considered changing the title to “Dinner Mints” because I realized in the forefront of my mind that, while I found the alliterative title positively beguiling, it would — quite rightfully — raise the dreaded specter of plagiarism.

To this day, I wish I had. I also wonder if I would be a different person for it.

The one thing I can’t figure out no matter how hard I rack my brain is whether I was a dumb kid who just sort of figured “who the hell has ever heard of this Saturday Night Live show anyway,” or whether I believed that I had changed so much of the structure and content of what I had seen that I convinced myself the title wasn’t going to matter …

Or whether I perversely reasoned that I had earned the right to keep the title because I had made so many “improvements” on the concept.

There are dark places in the mind that stubbornly resist the effort to excavate the irritating artifact whose removal will provide relief. Or maybe it’s just that there is no artifact and no relief is possible.

Maybe I just wanted to be heard.

I do know this: after the play went up for the first time, a girl on whom I harbored a massive crush asked me if I had ever seen a similarly themed sketch on Saturday Night Live a few years before. I denied all knowledge.

Before that, when my friends would call me out on quoting Monty Python or SCTV too liberally — which, by the way, was invariably — or whether I had invented my superhero “Galactic Cow” in the sixth grade not just out of a bovine obsession born of multiple childhood trips to my great uncle Vicente’s dairy farm, but also a misguided admiration of the Ted Knight sitcom Too Close for Comfort, I would generally sheepishly cop to it and go on my way without much moral injury. But this was somehow different. Nixonian levels of denial were the only way to go.

Frankly, I wish I had admitted to it and either retitled or withdrawn the play altogether, because I now believe it was at that moment — and not when I conceived of the possibility of making a thing taking themes from a sketch I had seen on a show one time — that I truly shamed myself.

I was a plagiarist already — but that’s the moment I became a fucking plagiarist.

All writing is in fact cut-ups. A collage of words read heard overheard. What else?

— William S. Burroughs

In the mid-aughts, then–Harvard sophomore Kaavya Viswanathan received what was widely reported as a half-million-dollar-plus contract for a novel she wrote in high school — How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild, and Got a Life — and a projected sequel. The real-life story was sensational headline-bait: a high-achieving young woman of color writing an exceptional book about her coming-of-age experiences and getting richly rewarded for her hard work.

High-profile agents at William Morris and a movie deal followed.

Until the entire shitbox came crashing down when it was revealed that many passages of Viswanathan’s book bore a striking resemblance to the work of well-established and respected YA novelist Megan McCafferty.

Several excruciating months of accusations, denials, and outright class warfare followed. The color of her skin aside, Viswanathan’s “superhero origin story” was chock-full of signifiers of wealth and privilege: her parents, both physicians, had spent thousands to hire an “admissions coach” to help her get into Harvard, and it was this person who first recognized her literary genius. Cowed resignation followed, Viswanathan was duly, and — my waggish tone notwithstanding — rightfully, shamed.

Her book was pulled from the shelves and pulped.

By the time the dust settled and all the online and mainstream media outlets had their way with the carcass, Viswanathan had been proven beyond the shadow of a doubt to have not only lifted passages from McCafferty’s novels Sloppy Firsts and Second Helpings, but also from Meg Cabot’s The Princess Diaries, Tanuja Desai Hidier’s Born Confused, Sophie Kinsella’s Can You Keep a Secret?, and even Salman Rushdie’s Haroun and the Sea of Stories. The Collective Detective — that legion of crime-busting journalists professional and amateur, armed with Google, PDFs, searchable ebook editions of the Western canon — had judged her not just a plagiarist, but a fucking plagiarist.

In her own defense, Viswanathan claimed that, yes, she had read those books, but that as she wrote her novel, she truly believed that she was writing her own voice and experience. Further along the line, she also explained that — because she does in fact have a photographic memory — it was quite possible that, in the rush of creation, her prodigious mental capacity did too good a job of transposing her experience of reading into those places where the words corresponded to her experience of life.

While calling “bullshit” may seem to be the only reasonable response to Viswanathan’s protestation — followed by a snide comment about how, even in contrition, Viswanathan just couldn’t stop herself from bragging about her prodigious gifts — I must admit I don’t find it entirely implausible.

When I was in the ninth grade, a substitute music teacher suggested to our choir that the way to “get good” at anything creative was to mimic the work of the masters. He even gave the example of how, when he was our age and learning his craft, he played his clarinet along to Benny Goodman records — matching Goodman note for note — until he achieved proficiency.

Now, I’d love to sell you on the notion that my “misunderstanding” of this kind man’s generous advice is what led to my own crimes — or that it in some way exonerates Viswanathan — but that would be unfair to him, and would let everyone off the hook way too easily. No, I need his words to make another point entirely that does not exonerate me in any way, but rather to ask a question …

How does a zygotic writer “play along to Benny Goodman?”

Around the same time as the Viswanathan scandal, another writer — Cassandra Clare — emerged from a shit storm of often scathing online criticism to publish her first novel, The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones. Clare’s previous incarnation had been as a popular writer of Harry Potter fan fiction. Like much other fanfic, her work was chock-full of “meta” in the form of lines of dialogue and plot points referencing other fantasy properties.

In Clare’s case, the Collective Detective appeared to be convinced that her fan fiction lifted the form and structure of an entire chapter from another fantasy novel for her own uses as well. Unlike Viswanathan, Clare answered her critics early and often — claiming that the echoes of the work of others in hers were an act of homage on her part. To the many who vociferously continue to make the detracting case online, Clare’s fanfic committed acts of straight-up plagiarism. To her, and her defenders, it simply did what is an essential component of fanfic: to conflate, aggregate, and flatter its influences through quotation.

Clare had the last laugh on her online critics. Her book series — which is unrelated to her Harry Potter fan fiction other than in being a fantasy portrayal of young people grappling with their entrance into a “hero’s journey” paradigm of magic and questing — has become a publishing phenomenon. Multiple sequels, prequels and equals — as well as a movie — followed. A TV series is currently in the works.

Viswanathan went on to law school, where she excelled academically, landed an enviable summer associate position, and presumably continues to flourish. A tragic footnote to her journey is that when her parents perished in an airplane crash in 2011, the story gained some news-cycle traction because of her notoriety.

Do a Google search and imagine yourself in the shoes of someone whose mother’s and father’s sudden and horrible passing at a young age (both were early fifties) was widely reported as the death of the parents of Harvard plagiarist Kaavya Viswanathan.

People are always talking about originality, but what do they mean? As soon as we are born, the world begins to work upon us, and this goes on to the end. What can we call our own except energy, strength, and will? If I could give an account of all that I owe to great predecessors and contemporaries, there would be but a small balance in my favor.

— Goethe

I followed the Viswanathan plagiarism scandal with great interest, and great dread.

As the Collective Detective pulled apart Viswanathan’s novel, finding all of her legitimate lifts from other authors, I couldn’t help but ask myself a question. What young person’s creative work — even one without such flagrant steals — could possibly hide its influences against that level of fine-toothed scrutiny?

Between high school and college, I wrote or co-wrote some 26 pieces for the stage including one-acts, a full-length play, and the book for a musical. I wrote a weekly column for my college paper, and occasionally contributed movie reviews and an additional editorial column. I even sent back dispatches from a semester in London. I also performed two one-man monologue shows. How is that level of output not going to, in some way, reflect every idea that came over the transom?

Hell, my entire adolescent psyche was an act of intellectual plagiarism made in rehearsal for something that would eventually become an adult life — and I dare you, dear reader, to claim that anything you did in your formative years was anything different.

If you read my journals, you will find a boy who was certain that he would spend a lifetime upholding the undeniable and enduring value of post-structuralism by way of Eco and Baudrillard … followed by the undeniable and enduring value of Sartrean Existentialism … and then Camusian Existentialism, and then Brechtian Marxism vis-à-vis the theater audience as a metaphor for humanity at large, and then Liberation Theology, and then Ayn Randian Objectivism, and — by the end of my senior year of college — morose and resigned Orwellian truth-telling socialism.

I was playing along with Benny Goodman, and the varied institutions responsible for my growth and development threw Benny Goodmans at me as fast as I could listen to their LPs.

Unlike Viswanathan, I had the good fortune of not having anything I wrote mistaken for mature professional work and bought for a fortune. I had the lucky break of not being covered as a phenom by the world press. I had the privilege of not being the voice of my race, class, or generation in any way whatsoever. What I was given was space to experiment, and — most importantly — fail.

Which I did. Often.

I was also lucky for the tutelage of a legion of patient teachers and peers who sometimes by honest criticism and guidance, and others by open derision, forced me to find my own voice as opposed to borrowing those of others. Or at least borrowing without citing.

That’s right. Somewhere in that unconscionably protracted period of gestation, even this slow learner caught on to that truth to which the entire world expects all true writers to be born — because it’s clearly a one-strike-and-you’re-out offense.

“Thou shalt not be a fucking plagiarist.”

It was for the best that it took so long for me to learn this lesson, and even longer to gain some proficiency and become a professional in my field. As any legitimate prodigy will tell you — accused beneficiary of “nepotism” Lena Dunham comes to mind — being anointed “child genius” and given a showy and much-publicized financial boon for preternaturally brilliant work is the world’s biggest “kick me” sign. Few are hated more than the young, gifted, and perceived as unfairly munificent.

And woe betide the ones lacking the cunning to cover their sins adequately, because these days, the judges, juries, and executioners all have Google.

As for Cassandra Clare, if she did, in fact commit acts beyond mere homage, they all took place in the gray-market world of fanfic, which is not for profit, not covered by mainstream media, and has only recently led a very selected few to mass-market glory (as evidenced by E. L. James, who pioneered her blockbusting Fifty Shades of Grey series as Twilight fanfic, and Clare herself).

The difference between plagiarism and fucking plagiarism, it seems, has as much to do with context, intent, venue, and — some would say most importantly — the material gains, as it does the act itself.

Though Clare suffered a great deal of madness, rage, and abuse from a large segment of the Harry Potter online fan community, she wasn’t exposed to the world at large by journalists, nor was she publicly stripped of her contracts, and labeled a plagiarist by The New York Times and others to the point where the indictment would go so far as become the lede in the story of her parents’ death. Clare did, apparently, change the spelling of her last name from “Claire” and deleted her fanfic from the web, presumably in order to avoid lingering associations between her “profic” career and the controversies of her previous incarnation.

Clare was smart, or lucky — or both, or neither — to do all her throat-clearing, rehearsals for prolificity, and playing along with Benny Goodman in a world where the watchers are limited to fandom, the financial stakes don’t get you labeled the Mozart of the YA world and put a target on your back, and — at the end of the day — you are still playing in someone else’s sandbox and are not liable unless you turn a profit without permission. It wasn’t until she had earned her thick hide — and, presumably, the ability to mask her influences appropriately — that Clare moved into the mainstream world of Urban Fantasy. Whatever she did or didn’t do took place during a productive but still gestational moment in her writing career.

Of course these are all excuses. Nothing exonerates me for “Table Talk.”

I am still a fucking plagiarist.

If you steal from one author, it’s plagiarism; if you steal from many, it’s research.

— Wilson Mizner

Plagiarism may be the only crime in which the cover-up ultimately generates far more profit for the perpetrator than the stolen object.

One of the more interesting aspects of getting my start as a television writer in the pre–Second Golden Era TV of the 1990s was getting to work with a number of people who had cut their teeth back when television was REALLY disreputable: the 1970s and ’80s.

Aside from getting the general impression that TV in the ’80s was essentially Mad Men with cocaine, I found many of my superiors to have a very interesting attitude toward … well, if not plagiarism, at least appropriation.

Among the older generation of executive and co-executive producers, the guys who had worked for Stephen J. Cannell, Glen Larson, and their ilk, the running joke was “television is the original derivative medium.”

Among the younger writer/producers occupying mid-level positions ­­— the people with whom a rookie writer like myself had the most contact — there was a general disdain for the old guard. Many of these upstarts, who later did, in fact, help bring about the current Golden Age, saw themselves as renegades eager to wrest TV from thieving forebears.

A great deal of their contempt found voice in accusations of plagiarism and fraud. The most salient accusation was always thrown at “this guy who worked at Cannell.”

To this day, no one has conclusively told me who “this guy” was, even though I have heard the story told several times. I sometimes wonder if “this guy who worked at Cannell” was the TV equivalent of “this girl I met at summer camp.”

Anyway, “this guy” was legendary for setting up his 22-episode seasons of television by writing on a white board a list of all the classic films he wanted to rip off that year and handing out the titles as assignments to his staff.

Of course, the guys who told the story about “this guy who worked at Cannell” always portrayed themselves as shocked and horrified by the blatant plagiarism. At the same time, they gladly took the paycheck to write “the Die Hard episode” or “the Rashomon episode,” and, of course, the hardy perennial, “The Most Dangerous Game episode.” God knows I have.

One thing was always clear — even if on occasion we in the rank and file are forced to do the bidding of a hack showrunner who has no scruples about being a fucking plagiarist — those of us who tell the story of “this guy” are never the hacks or the thieves. That’s the point of the tale. It’s a totemic object of immunity, like on Survivor. The dishy tale of “this guy” is a shibboleth that alights to others that we too are in the fraternity of Those Who Know Better.

That’s why it’s always someone else. That’s why it’s “this guy who worked at Cannell.” We’re not the thieves. We are the ones who are self-aware and self-referential. We’re the ones who excoriate the thieves and occasionally bear with gritted teeth the stark and unpleasant necessities of our trade. We are the ones who say clever things in the writers room like “yes, you’ve seen it before, but not with these actors” and “that idea is so brilliant I have NO choice but to steal it and claim it for my own” while we bide our time until we can call the shots and chisel True Original Stories from the living rock of our beloved medium.

Inside every writer lives the fantasy that our worst and most derivative work is the result of someone else’s influence. Happenstance may occasionally make plagiarists out of us … but we sure as shit ain’t fucking plagiarists.

It’s not where you take things from — it’s where you take them to.

— Jean-Luc Godard

I will always remember my first year in TV as the one in which not one but three major network television shows flagrantly ripped off John Carpenter’s The Thing.

The venerable The X-Files — currently, though erroneously, thought to be above such shenanigans — even went as far as to stage their episodic riff on Carpenter’s paranoid tale of serial possession by an alien parasite found in the ice near a desolate arctic ice station in … well … an arctic ice station.

They even titled the episode “Ice.”

Coming in second was seaQuest DSV and … well … that program actually ripped off The Thing twice in the same season. Apparently, the series’s warring showrunners each had the same brainstorm individually, and then refused to budge on who would withdraw the script written without the other’s knowledge. In one, the cause of the possession of successive crew members was a helmet from the lost continent of Atlantis, in the other, an ancient chest found in an undersea mining colony.

Coming in third was Earth 2, which substituted an alien parasite found in the ice for … well, an alien parasite found in the ice.

The ugly truth of the matter is this: as respectable as television may have become in the last 20 years, showrunners still have to produce a fuckton of hours of entertainment. When the beast must be fed at regular intervals on pain of death, the real test of originality is how far you can stretch the trope until it’s no longer recognizable as the trope — preferably while finding some sort of resonant human context to which a broadcast audience of millions of all races, creeds, and colors can relate.

When a show becomes popular and produces 22 hours a year — for many years — those who love the show ultimately remember the characters, the great moments they shared, and the few truly standout stories in the overall narrative miasma. Few of the fans — even at their most obsessive-compulsive — actually remember that the individual story of the episode in which their beloved weekly visitors first kissed, or had some other such watershed moment, was probably something as hackneyed as the “Most Dangerous Game episode.”

The amusing truth of the matter is this: often — especially in a mature career in a medium with six decades of mass visibility — you will hear a pitch that is derivative of something that was, itself, derivative of something else that the pitcher is not aware of. More than once I have heard a younger writer say, “Do you remember that old episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation where Riker passes out in the teaser and wakes up 16 years later as captain of the Enterprise, but he can’t remember anything … and he cleverly realizes that his amnesia is really a Romulan ruse to get him to give up sensitive information?” only to be shocked when told, “Yeah, it was a takeoff from an even older James Garner movie — based on a Roald Dahl short story — where he’s an Allied spy who passes out before the D-Day invasion, wakes up in a U.S. Army Hospital six years later, and can’t remember anything, then cleverly realizes that his amnesia is a German ruse to extract from him the location of the invasion.”

Derivation is the air we breathe.

And yet there’s “Table Talk.”

We live among ideas much more than we live in nature.

— Saul Bellow

As I walked off the Emmy stage into the dark backstage of the Shrine Auditorium with the cast of Lost and my fellow writer/producers after earning the award for Best Drama, I entertained the thought of how quickly and easily all of this could be taken away from me if anyone found out — and decided to make a Viswanathanian stink about — “Table Talk.”

It wasn’t anomalous for me to entertain that thought at the time. I have dined with that unwelcome guest on the average of three to six times a day, every day, for the past thirty years (alongside other, better known, hits from the depressives’ jukebox, including the classics “I hate myself and I want to die” and “oh God, oh God, why was I born such a revolting troll?”).

Tick-tock-tick-tock-Table-Talk. Tick-tock-tick-tock-Table-Talk.

“Table Talk” was produced at my university. Even if it was extracurricular — for no school grade or profit — the production was funded by a student activities fee levied on every one of the school’s attendees. How do I know the administration won’t take back my degree after reading this?

How do I know that the National Council of Teachers of English couldn’t retroactively rescind the scholarship that sent me there?

How do I know that when the sixth episode of the second season of Helix — the show on which I have toiled as a co-executive producer for the past two years — hits the air, someone isn’t going to think that my use of the line “this is a cleansing moment of clarity,” my little homage to Paddy Chayefsky’s Network, is now beyond the pale in the context of these confessions?

How do I know that the very act of putting these thoughts to keyboard won’t result in some sort of archaeological examination of my life’s work leading to the final determination that — as a fucking plagiarist — I am essentially unfit to continue doing the only thing I have ever wanted to do?

How do I know that someone isn’t going to figure that the time has come to gut this son of a bitch once and for all?

There’s no negotiating with plagiarists, Dubbie — you take credit for a man’s ideas, you rob his spirit!

— “The Middleman,” from the episode “The Boy-Band Superfan Interrogation” of the television series The Middleman, written by Jordan Rosenberg, created by Javier Grillo-Marxuach

In 2006, Marvel Comics asked me to create a new hero. All they wanted was to name the character “Wraith,” as they owned the name. I came up with the idea of a space zombie — a dead man whose body was reanimated by an alien entity that remains symbiotically bonded to his skin and consumes the souls of others: a power that the grimly revenge-obsessed Wraith occasionally used to vanquish his foes.

Wraith was the Man with No Name in space. At first I loved him in all of his goth glory — I was certain I had created Wolverine by way of The Dark Knight for the Hot Topic set. When I talked to my editor about the character during the heady early days of the project, we were so excited that we even schemed to see Wraith become one of the “Guardians of the Galaxy” (a comic series that was about to be relaunched in the publishing event of which Wraith was part) in much the same way that Spider-Man had once joined the Fantastic Four.

That was until I told a high school friend about Wraith’s oil-slick black body-suit and poncho-like cloak, his pale skin, white hair, and the polymorphous weapon (sometimes it was a sword, sometimes it was a raygun) he wielded with all his might … and he quickly convinced me that I had ripped off Michael Moorcock’s Elric.

Okay: to be fair, he didn’t “convince” me. He only dropped the suggestion in my mind — and my immediate response was to exasperatedly shriek, “I’ve never read Elric!”

And it was legit. I never had. Seriously — I have, as I’ve said, a classical-realist memory and I’d definitely remember reading a whole series of novels about the ultraviolent adventures of a soul-sucking albino goth. And, frankly, if I were to rip off Elric, I would have done more to cover my goddamn tracks than putting the motherfucker in space and changing the color of his eyes from red to black.

But all I could think about was “Table Talk.” All I could think about was wanting to make my mark once and for all without being a fucking plagiarist.

On the verge of a full-blown nervous breakdown, I spent a sleepless night doing all the internet research I could on Moorcock’s Melnibonéan fantasy stories, trying to figure out how I might have known them — and combing my own library for clues as to how I might have come up with an idea so derivative of someone else’s work. I became convinced that this was not “Table Talk” all over again, but something far more insidious: a criminal impulse that had, having been tamped down over time, now taken up residence in my unconscious mind.

By the time I called my editor the following morning — pure confession in my now ragged and sleep-deprived voice, convinced that this was the moment of my final unveiling — and told him the entire project had to be scrapped, I had also convinced myself that I had ripped off everyone from Bram Stoker to Anne Rice to Dan Simmons.

Of course, the first thing my editor asked was, “Have you even read Elric?” I replied, “Absolutely not!” and that was kind of that. Actually, that wasn’t kind of that — I spent the next 15 minutes trying to convince this poor man that I am a fucking plagiarist. But he just wasn’t having it.

Duly talked off the ledge, I hung up the phone and quickly decided that my world-class meltdown had probably just destroyed both the character’s and my own long-term future in comics. Well, the freak-out, but also the truth that I had managed to create an utterly derivative character all by myself.

To this day, when the phone rings from Marvel Comics — usually in the form of a young and newly installed editor who likes my work from a few years back and thinks it’d be nifty to collaborate — I open the conversation by asking, “Are you sure you want to work with me? You do know I’m crazy, right?”

It’s self-fulfillingly self-destructive, I know. But everyone deserves fair warning.

I’m not gonna sit here and plead not guilty. […] If you watch comedy eight hours a day, something will register, and it’ll come out. And if it happened, I said, “I apologize. I’ll pay you for this.” But I wasn’t going out of my way to go fucking grave robbing. ’Cause if you’re on top, they’re gonna look for your ass. […] And there’s lots of people who took entire mannerisms from me. It’s not something I can get mad about. It’s flattery. It’s great. When it happens the other way around, you’re just supposed to smile.

— Robin Williams, Rolling Stone magazine, February 21, 1991

It makes perfect sense that my childhood idol was dogged by allegations of plagiarism for much of his professional life.

But you know what I truly loved about Robin Williams? The thing he did that freed my mind and inspired me to be something other than who I was? It was how his turbo-charged brain combined and recombined disparate elements into a cohesive absurdist whole.

The Byzantinely circular, free-associative part of Robin Williams’s early, cocaine-fueled work (even though at the time I wouldn’t have known cocaine from lemon/lime Tang) was to me what punk rock, a skateboard, and hand-painted Doc Martens were to my way-cooler contemporaries.

Williams’s pioneering collage-and-remix bits — like “Elmer Fudd sings Bruce Springsteen,” the “Soviet Suppressions” that kicked off his album Reality, What a Concept, his Shakespeare pastiche (“the moon, like a testicle, hangs low in the sky!”), the digressive riff where he goes to the prom on acid (“No, Mr. Smith, I’ll have Becky back in this dimension real soon! Wings! We’ve got to get those snakes coming out of your eyes fixed!”), or even how he once greeted a swell of applause from the audience by shouting “GIVE US BARABBAS!” — hit me with the force of shattering cosmic revelation. All his flights of illogical, yet comedically sensical, and emotionally real, insanity made me feel like I was watching a kindred soul broadcasting Truth from a far more advanced place on the spectrum of consciousness.

Robin Williams’s comedy explained the world with the same labyrinthine framework with which I understood popular culture: speed, juxtaposition, and incongruity.

He spoke the way I processed the then-nascent 100-channel universe — where the still-standing UHF channels routinely programmed Hazel in close proximity to Ultraman, in close proximity to scrambled, pre-internet softcore, and a new thing called MTV featured five-minute programs of constantly changing genre 24 hours a day.

In every creator’s life there is one icon in the culture who seems to reach out from the television screen, or the stage or page, or the hi-fi speaker, and says, “I make a living using the skills you hope to someday develop — it’s okay for you to move ahead, it can be done.” Even though it was George Lucas and Star Wars that made me want to tell stories for a living, it was Robin Williams — even though he was a comic and I desired to be something very different — who showed me how I wanted to tell those stories.

Before you think all the hand-wringing confession that has gone before this was merely a Trojan Horse into yet another think piece about our postmodern condition of sampling, ripping, appropriating, and recontextualizing, let me make one thing absolutely clear. Robin Williams stole jokes: it wasn’t cool, he eventually copped to it, and I consider that example with the same weight as I do what I learned from his rapid-fire comedic stylings.

The reason I bring up Robin Williams is not just to expiate the piece of my psyche on the table, but to suggest that there is another, gentler part of my consciousness that, on occasion, whispers — in a pacifying Jeff Bridges–like drawl — something along the lines of “Duuude … go a little easy on yourself, lest you forget, your childhood idol committed suicide … and that Marvel thing’s kinda nuts!”

Why shouldn’t I be a little more forgiving of the venal sins of my teenaged self?

Seriously, I live in a media universe in which a man who is arguably the most influential filmmaker of the past thirty years emerged from widespread accusations that his first film Reservoir Dogs was lifted lock-stock-and-barrel from Ringo Lam’s Hong Kong New Wave film City on Fire …

A director whose last two films, Inglourious Basterds and Django Unchained, literally include in their very names the titles of the pulp war film and spaghetti western that served as partial inspirations (The Inglorious Bastards and Django … and interestingly, the latter was subject to countless rip-offs due to its own success, all bearing the “Django” name in the title) …

Indeed, for the vast majority of my adult life, Quentin Tarantino — whose mastery of collage is, to be fair, matched only by his peerless ability with dialogue and scene structure — has been one of if not THE standard-bearer for art and innovation in screenwriting. That alone says more than a million online think pieces about our culture of appropriation.

So why can’t I stop hating myself and forgive myself for being a fucking plagiarist?

There are dark places in the mind that stubbornly resist the effort to excavate the irritating artifact whose removal will provide relief. Or maybe it’s just that there is no artifact and no relief is possible.

Or maybe I just want to be heard.

Or maybe it’s something even worse. Something that is equal parts mercenary and pathetic.

Don’t quote other movies. Don’t tell a story someone else could tell better.

— Wim Wenders

A few weeks ago, I was at a friend’s birthday party.

A mutual acquaintance — a fledgling writer who has yet to land her first gig on a television series — tells me about the various jobs she has taken to make ends meet until her ship comes in. One of the more recent ones was at least fun because it required her to watch TV for a paycheck.

That sounds cool. I ask her to tell me more. She explains that she spent several months watching and transcribing broadcast materials, and writing summaries, for an app commemorating Saturday Night Live’s 40th anniversary.

The app’s main selling point? On-demand access to every sketch ever performed by the Not-Ready-For-Prime-Time-Players and their assorted descendants.

“Every sketch?”

I emit the closest I will ever come to that horrible cliché, the audible gulp.

She smiles, trying to read me. To her, this conversation is about little else than the scope of her work in what was a transiently pleasurable temporary occupation. My mood turns a deeper shade with each passing word as I try to maintain my outward composure. I choke back the black bile rapidly gathering in my throat.

I return home from the party, head for my computer, and type the words “I am a fucking plagiarist.”

Time to go ugly early.

As we manipulate everyday words, we forget that they are fragments of ancient and eternal stories, that we are building our houses with broken pieces of sculptures and ruined statues of gods.

— Bruno Schulz

I’d like to share something with you. Something I learned exactly 48 hours ago when I began researching this piece.

On January 24, 1976 — four years before I immigrated to the United States from Puerto Rico … years before the widespread availability of cable television would have allowed me to watch American network TV in my homeland … long before I’d hear the words “Saturday Night Live,” or “Robin Williams” … a full 18 months before the world premiere of Star Wars, much less its run in Spanish-language theaters … and six years before the broadcast of the sketch that moved me to become a fucking plagiarist — the sixth sketch of the 11th episode of the first season of Saturday Night Live featured guest hosts Dudley Moore and Peter Cook performing one of their celebrated comedy routines from the ’60s.

The premise? A food critic attempts to interview the incompetent proprietor of a truly horrible restaurant with hilarious consequences.

The sketch was titled “Table Talk.”

Don’t shoot a western if you don’t like horses.
— Wim Wenders

          Shakin Katz Radio Playlist All Canadian Show and Giveaways with special quest-host Paul Latorre Wednesday June 28, 2017   

Shakin Katz Radio Playlist
All Canadian Show and Giveaways 
with special quest-host Paul Latorre 
Wednesday June 28, 2017
Chrw 94.9fm

Shakin Katz Theme …. The Vanishers
1.Midgie … Jack Scott … Greatest Hits
2. Dateless Night … The Nervous Fellas … Born To Be Wild
3. Rock Baby Rock … Lew Phillips … Rock Baby Rock
4. Go Go Island … Urban Surf Kings … Surf VS The Flying Saucers
5. Yesenia … Brian Baker & The Memphis Knights … Rollerskate Baby
6. Knockin' Bones … Big John Bates … Mystiki
8. Robocop … Raygun Cowboys … The Cowboy Code    request
9. Chains … The Farrell Bros. … This Is A Riot
10. Werebitch … Switchblade Valentines … S/T
11. Tous De Zombie … Oscar B … La Mort Aux Trousses
12. Dead … The House Of Haunt … Highway Horror Single       request
13. End Of The Line … Rock'N Rebels … Doomsday Rising
14. Guitare Jet … Les Jaguars … Guitare Jet
15. Brassy Dame … The Palomars … Single
16. Shut Up & Drive … Blue Mercury Coupe …    Demo
17. Test Pilot … Los Caminos … Test Pilot        request
18. One Way Track … Hank Davis … One Way Track
19. Eeny Meeny … Bob & Lucille … Shakin' Up North
20. Not Guilty … The Jury … Original Early Canadian Rockers  Volume 6
21. Forty Days … Ronnie Hawkins & The Hawks … The Roulette Years
22. Diggin' Your Hole … Hi-Strung Downers … Can’t Feel Good All The Time    request
23. No Mercy … Doghouse Rose … No Mercy (Sarah & Jeff)
24. Hangry Baby … The Wheelgrinders … Torque-Flite Baby
25. Death Trap … The Surfdusters … Surf After Dark
26. Come On … Ray Condo & His Hardrock Goners … Come On
27. Coffin For Two … Running For Daylight  S/T Ep
28. 2 X4 … Kustom 45 … Zombie Night In Canada Vol 2
29. Graveyard Rumble … The Katacombs … Graveyard Rumble
30. Let’s Go … Six Gun Romeo … Welcome To the Show        request
31. Girls & Gasoline … The Hard Tails … HardTails
32. Organ Failure … The Treblemakers … The Treblemakers vs The Doomsday Device
33. Goonie Bird … The Royal Crowns … 32 Miles To Memphis     request
34. Black Jack Death Bet … The Brains … Hell n Back
35. Psycho ... The Screamin' Sins ... Deadly Seven 
36. Day To Day … Gunsmoke … S/T
37. Run Away Loco … Gutter Demons … Room 209
38. Sweet Country Girls … Outbred InLaws … Tears Run Off Leather
39. Last Call … Sam Spade … Wolf
40. Baby Don’t Like … Bloodshot Bill … The Lonesome Road
41. Conductor Man … Cousin Harley … It’s A Sin
42. Too Little Too Late … The Rowdymen … Gas, Liquor & Fireworks

43. Hot Mess … The Heatseakers … S/T
44. Pepper Hot Baby … The Greasemarks … Griddle Greasin' Daddies  
45. Five Bucks … Uranus … Your So Square
          Want To Help End Systemic Racism? First Step: Drop the White Guilt   

Want To Help End Systemic Racism? First Step: Drop the White Guilt

by Sincere Kirabo • 27 April 2015 from  The Humanist

The plight of Eric Harris, who was gunned down by a pay-to-play cop during an April 2 undercover operation in Tulsa, Oklahoma, is just one of the latest tragedies following a long-recurring theme within the United States. As Harris lay bleeding in the street and pleading for his life, the response to his declaration, “I’m losing my breath,” was a vicious, “Fuck your breath,” from one of the officers trying to subdue him. Harris died one hour later due to that fatal gunshot wound.

One of the more cringe-worthy realities about this situation is the fact that the shooter—seventy-three-year old Reserve Deputy Robert Bates—isn’t a police officer, he’s a wealthy insurance executive who only plays cop in his spare time by virtue of Tulsa County’s so-called “buy-a-badge” program.

Everyone, please: Watch the video. Notice the brutish disregard for human life displayed by those who subdue Harris as he bleeds to death before them. It should go without saying that one can be concerned about the foul, excessive treatment of an individual without endorsing the actions of said individual that precipitated the run-in with law enforcement. Even if one were guilty of a criminal act it doesn’t justify treating someone as a rabid, stray dog.

I bring up this particular instance not to lambast law enforcement specifically, though I hold many reservations. I mention it due to the driving force behind the continuation of racial profiling, racialized discrimination, and scapegoating tactics: the institution of white supremacy.

There may be some who reflexively take issue with this term’s usage, and that’s likely due to either ignorance or misconceptions about what is meant by white supremacy. Perhaps some think of it exclusively in terms of the Ku Klux Klan, or neo-Nazism, or like white nationalist groups. Not so.

Yes, the idea (in the form of an active ideology) is certainly present within those groups, but, broadly speaking, white supremacy refers to the belief—and promotion of systems that perpetuate said belief—that those belonging to “white” human races are somehow naturally superior to those of other racial backgrounds.

White supremacy is intertwined with racism. In her work with the Catalyst Project, renowned feminist activist Elizabeth “Betita” Martinez has elaborated on this issue, and in doing so indirectly addresses the tragedy befallen Eric Harris. In a piece titled, “What is white supremacy?” Martinez notes:

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          Llistes de compres habituals   

Aquest bloc ens permet gestionar les nostres llistes de compres, de forma que si sempre comprem el mateix podem tenir una llista "fixe" i amb el click a un botó tenir tota la compra feta en un segon. Aquesta funció només està dispobible pels usuaris registrats i quan aquests estan connectats amb el seu usuari i password.

Com faig llistes?
Les llistes es fan després d'una compra. En la plana de la cistella de compra que és el pas 1 del procés de compra trobem un botó "Finalitzar compra" i a sota un camp per donar un nom. Un cop tenim la llista de coses que comprem sempre complerta escribim un nom com "Compra habitual" i polsem el botó que hi ha a sota "Actualitzar llista habitual". Ja està!, ja tenim la nostre llista memoritzada!

Com funciona?
Cada cop que comprem, i finalitzem el pas 4 de la compra, la nostre cistella es torna a buidar. Per fer una compra només cal en el block de "llistes de compra" utilitzar el botó "Carregar llista" i tots els productes s'afegeixen d'un cop. No pot ser més fàcil. Cada cop que carrego la llista sencera d'aquesta forma puc eliminar i afegir productes igual que sempre, amb el funcionament normal de la cistella. Si tinc una llista "normal" potser cada setmana hi han 2 o 3 productes que canvien. Doncs, carrego la llista i en la cistella faig els canvis que vulgui.

I si m'he equivocat?
En aquest bloc de la cistella el botó "Buidar cistella" em permet esborrar la cistella sencera al carregar una llista: selecciono una de les meves llistes, selecciono "buidar cistella" i li torno a donar al botó "Carregar llista". El bloc ens dona unes breus indicacions per no equivocar-me.

Com modifico una llista?
En la plana de la cistella (pas 1 de la compra) puc actualitzar una llista si al tenir una compra preparada la torno a guardar amb el mateix nom de la meva llista habitual. Si li dono un nom nou, guardarà una llista nova. Si lo dono el mateix nom, guardar la llista nova amb el nom anterior.

Què passaria si vull tenir més d'una llista?
Per exemple, podriem detectar que a l'hivern fem un tipus de compra habitual, i a l'estiu un altre. Cap problema, puc tenir tantes llistes de compra habitual guardades com vulgui. Em podria guardar una llista per les compres de Nadal, una altre de tardor, etc.

On veig totes les meves llistes?
Per veure totes les meves llistes el mateix block lateral de llistes té sota el botó "Carregar llista" un link que diu "Gestionar llistes". Aquest link em porta a una plana on puc veure les meves llistes, esborrar-les, carregar-les i fer el mateix que el bloc lateral.

          WATCH: Off-Duty Illinois Cop Threatens ‘To Kill’ Black Teen For Walking On Property   
An unidentified off-duty Lansing, Illinois police officer threatened the life of a 15-year-old Black for being on his property.
          Senior Citizen Asks Cop to Sing for Her and He Does [VIDEO]   
Police Officers. Warriors that will come to you no matter what you need and try their best to help. Some will even sing for you! Continue reading…
          Satu Lagi Cabang Pengagihan Wang Zakat Ditemui   

Salah guna wang, pegawai zakat Pulau Pinang, kontraktor direman

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EMPAT pegawai tinggi Pusat Zakat Pulau Pinang ditahan reman tujuh hari bermula hari ini bagi membantu siasatan kes penyelewengan wang zakat bernilai jutaan ringgit.

Ramadhan hampir tiba tak beberapa hari lagi.

Kebiasaannya setiap tahun di bulan Ramadhan warga laman sosial akan mengutuk berjela-jela pusat pungutan zakat & Jamil Khir atas kegagalan mengagih-agihkan wang zakat yg khabarnya dah berjumlah bilion-bilion.

Kemarahan mereka berasas kerana pusat pungutan zakat secara amnya dilihat gagal total dalam pengagihan wang tersebut.

Sebut sahaja zakat, maka terbayanglah deretan kaunter kutipan dalam bilik berhawa dingin dan dikendalikan oleh pekerja-pekerja yg kemas bertali leher atau bertudung fesyen terkini.

Tidak cukup dgn itu, pusar pungutan zakat juga menyediakan kaunter bergerak demi memudahkan pembayar zakat.

Manakala sebut saja proses permohonan zakat, maka akan terbayanglah berdozen borang perlu diisi, beberapa orang pegawai perlu ditemui, beberapa tingkat bangunan perlu digagahi dan kadangkala memerlukan cop dan tanda tangan sokongan orang besar.

Itu pun belum tentu lulus.

Letih memohon zakat. Kerjanya sukar dan terasa betapa si pemohon disukarkan. Mintak sedekah tadah tempurung lagi mudah dan lumayan.

Maka sebab itu, wang zakat semakin tahun semakin bertimbun dek kerana karenah birokrasi.

Namun telah ada kutu-kutu yg nampak peluang ini dan telah berikhtiar utk mengeluarkannya sendiri.

Menurut sumber tidak saheh, jumlah disalah guna itu berjumlah jutaan ringgit sahaja, belum cecah RM2.6 bilion.

Menurut mereka juga, RM2.6 bilion pun PAS tak ambik pot, inikan pulak baru jutaan ringgit. Lantak.

Cubaan menemui Jamil Khir utk mengesahkan samada penyalah-guna itu termasuk dalam asnaf ke-11 & ke-12 masih tidak berhasil.

Susah nak jumpa Jamil Khir sekarang, tambahan pula Ramadhan hampir tiba.


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          130: ...And Special Guest Star Robocop Is Bleeding   
Hey, who's that on this month's podcast? It's long-time MeFite and all around good fellow robocop is bleeding, who joins me and Jessamyn to talk about making art, living in Salem, MA, and a bunch of MetaFiltery stuff. This episode covers the month of June more or less and runs about 95 minutes.

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Guest facts
- robocop is bleeding lives in Salem, MA with his wife, banjo_and_the_pork and their kiddo.
- makes rad gouge-and-ink engraving art as Corey Press
- is not actually robocop, his name is Drew, robocop's name was Alex, c'mon
- once gave cortex a ride across state lines and so can never be banned from MetaFilter
- unless he pushes it

- Plutor's mark librarian contributions script
- this is a circular saw
- The ambiguity of Crofton
- cortex's stripey bedroom
- moo
- didn't get a clearance waiver from the monkey

- 3 Generations of Tools, Photographed by nevercalm (MeFi Post)
- Used Photos by komara
- I say Moo! You say Party! by suetanvil (MeFi Post)

- A Life in A Day of Touring. by lostbyanecho
- Inspirobot by gennessee
- The Lost Genius of the Post Office by kevinbelt
- Best videogame roommate by Fizz

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- Want to watch not awful people livestream magic the gathering by Ferreous
- Daughter lost a cuddly toy. I want to replace it with a replica. How? by my-username

Some more MetaFilter, why not
- Do it big, do it right, and do it with style. by Johnny Wallflower
- something something true grit something going against the grain by bondcliff
- Japanese Sumo Robots by Roger Dodger
- The worst. by jeffamaphone
- It's Mr. Galaxywide by AirExplosive
- look, it says "floppy naked guy", I'm not going bother with a NSFW warni by cortex

Featured in this episode:
- When the Curtains of Night by rangefinder 1.4
- Good So Bad by ajryan
- Won't Take Long by InfidelZombie
- A Small Grey Box Filled With Joy by Sokka shot first
- A Goddamn Avalanche by Existential Dread

Also there's that time cortex recorded an apology song for stabbing robocop is bleeding in a game of Diplomacy.

          Comentario en Direcciones y Teléfonos de las sucursales Cafesalud EPS en Pereira. por Maria Eugenia Ospina   
Señores Café salud Pereira rusaralda Necesito que le den él traslado a mi padre De portabilidad permanente Ya que esta hospitalizado en salud cop de medellin barrio Villanueva . He mandado correos a y no hemos tenido respuesta . El nombre de mi padre es Fabio Ospina Herrera . Con cédula 45.11.675 de pereira . Esta programado para cirugía de próstata y exámenes Que no me los han autorizado porque no se puede asta Que ustedes le hagan él traslado . es una persona de 73 años y esta delicado de salud . Agradecemos su pronta respuesta ya que familia que esta en pérdida. han ido y les dicen que no necesita portabilidad y aquí si la necesita Gracias por la atención prestada Att; Maria Eugenia ospina....
          Diarrhea - Great Tips To Prevent Irritated Bowel Syndrome   
nervous stomach panic attacks: Irritated bowel Syndrome can be very irritating especially when the person suffers from its symptoms such as pain, diarrhea and constipation. Since, this trouble is not considered as fatal, professionals feel that one can easily cop up with the... Diarrhea
          Did cop get special treatment in speed-related death?   
Asked whether Forest should've been charged, Commissioner Ross says, "I think that's a very legitimate question to ask."
          Get these books on your radar now (& check out the covers!!!!)   
New covers are showing up on twitter lately for upcoming books. These caught my eye & I wanted to be sure you get them on your lists. Sequel to the outstanding Shadowshaper (you really need to read that now!), here's what author Daniel José Older told Teen Vogue about his upcoming book (due in September):

Definitely one thing about all my work, one thing in particular here, is looking at the power of community. Thinking about how much we can change when we get together and fight for it. This is a book that is explicitly a protest novel in the sense that the characters hit the streets protesting against violence and the different forms that it appears in in their lives. That is very much entwined with the larger narrative of what they are doing with their lives and trying to survive and the magical fights they are in. It is all tied together, not just like, "Oh, fight the power on one hand and then simply go off and do some cool magic stuff." They are all very much connected, whether it is the actual painting coming to life and fighting bad guys for you or it's you in your most difficult moment when you're most alone finding some kind of truth in a song or a book and that becomes a thread which is a lifeline that will pull you out of wherever you are. All those are forms of art saving lives and that's what is always on my mind when I am writing Shadowshaper books.

Eve Ewing's Electric Arches (due in ) is "an imaginative exploration of Black girlhood and womanhood through poetry, visual art, and narrative prose." The cover is flat out amazing but the description is even better. From the publisher:

Blending stark realism with the surreal and fantastic, Eve L. Ewing’s narrative takes us from the streets of 1990s Chicago to an unspecified future, deftly navigating the boundaries of space, time, and reality. Ewing imagines familiar figures in magical circumstances―blues legend Koko Taylor is a tall-tale hero; LeBron James travels through time and encounters his teenage self. She identifies everyday objects―hair moisturizer, a spiral notebook―as precious icons. 

Her visual art is spare, playful, and poignant―a cereal box decoder ring that allows the wearer to understand what Black girls are saying; a teacher’s angry, subversive message scrawled on the chalkboard. Electric Arches invites fresh conversations about race, gender, the city, identity, and the joy and pain of growing up.

Dear Martin by Nic Stone (due in October) is ripped from the headlines. Here's the publisher's description:

Justyce McAllister is top of his class, captain of the debate team, and set for the Ivy League next year—but none of that matters to the police officer who just put him in handcuffs. He is eventually released without charges (or an apology), but the incident has Justyce spooked. Despite leaving his rough neighborhood, he can’t seem to escape the scorn of his former peers or the attitude of his prep school classmates. The only exception: Sarah Jane, Justyce’s gorgeous—and white—debate partner he wishes he didn’t have a thing for.
Struggling to cope with it all, Justyce starts a journal to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. But do Dr. King’s teachings hold up in the modern world? Justyce isn’t so sure.
Then comes the day Justyce goes driving with his best friend, Manny, windows rolled down, music turned up. Way up. Much to the fury of the white off-duty cop beside them. Words fly. Shots are fired. And Justyce and Manny get caught in the crosshairs. In that media fallout, it’s Justyce who is under attack. The truth of what happened that night—some would kill to know. Justyce is dying to forget.

          Woman Batters Cop Who Won’t Help Get Her Drugs Back: Police   
Apryl A. Butler, 52, allegedly punched and kicked the officer before spitting on him and yelling, “You need to help me.”
          Did cop get special treatment in speed-related death?   
Asked whether Forest should've been charged, Commissioner Ross says, "I think that's a very legitimate question to ask."
          What happened when Camden started rethinking policing to build trust   

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JUDY WOODRUFF: Next: a look at how one police force is rethinking the way its officers do their job.

In the aftermath of a succession of deadly police shootings, law enforcement officials across the country have grappled with how police officers might better interact with the public.

In Camden, New Jersey, new procedures meant to bring officers into closer face-to-face contact with the people they serve seem to be having a positive effect.

Hari recently traveled to Camden, and has this report.

HARI SREENIVASAN: Officer Vidal Rivera is a native son of Camden, New Jersey, a street cop who can see the blocks he patrols through eyes that grew up here.

VIDAL RIVERA, Camden Police Department: Out here, it was like a market, like a flea market. You could go to any corner and get whatever you need, or whatever they were looking for. They was coming out to buy drugs.

HARI SREENIVASAN: He’s referring to customers from Philadelphia who came across the Delaware River to buy drugs. They still come in, but in smaller numbers. By day, Rivera is police, by night, a young professional boxer. But he says, as a boy, his mother didn’t let him play outside.

VIDAL RIVERA: It was just too dangerous. There was just too much going on. She feared that something could happen, someone high, driving a car, a shoot-out, everything.

HARI SREENIVASAN: Rivera is part of a revamped force, rebuilt more or less from the ground up in 2014. The faces in the squad room during morning roll call are notably young, new officers recruited to replace an ineffective department.

VIDAL RIVERA: I remember being a kid that, something happened, you weren’t allowed to say nothing to the police.

HARI SREENIVASAN: You weren’t allowed to tell the police because you didn’t trust them?

VIDAL RIVERA: You didn’t trust them. It was the fear that you had.

HARI SREENIVASAN: Historically, one of the country’s most impoverished and violent cities, Camden is home to some 77,000 people, nearly all of them Latino and African-American. And a number of the department’s newer officers have been recruited from the community.

Police Chief Scott Thomson also grew up in Camden, and he has been largely responsible for the reforms. His entire career has been with the Camden P.D. He ordered his officers to leave their cars, patrol neighborhoods on foot, knock on doors, look in on shopkeepers, get to know and become known to the people they served.

CHIEF SCOTT THOMSON, Camden Police Department: We saw, almost instantaneously, a change in the atmosphere within neighborhoods. That’s what people wanted from us, and it has helped us significantly, and for us to provide better policing services to them as well.

One, we have greater lines of communication now, which has given us a tremendous ability to not only solve crime, but prevent crime from occurring in the first place.

HARI SREENIVASAN: The statistics back that up. Since transitioning from the old force to the new in 2014, the number of murders dropped by almost 70 percent, burglaries by 27 percent, robberies 33 percent, and even an eye-catching 143 percent spike in rapes that the department attributes to increased reporting, as well as new broader federal guidelines on what constitutes rape.

Overall, the city’s crime numbers are the lowest in decades. Those are impressive statistics for any police department, and residents don’t dispute them. But some say seeing them in a report vs. feeling the difference every day are two different things.

MAN: I see prostitutes on my street. I see drug transactions on my street, in broad daylight, every day.

HARI SREENIVASAN: This local business owner was one of several people who asked not to be identified, citing concerns that his remarks could complicate relations with local police officers he knows. The crimes, he suspects, are visible to police as well.

MAN: Those must be caught on camera, but I can’t tell that it makes a lot of difference in how much of it or little of it is happening.

HARI SREENIVASAN: Surveillance cameras are a major piece of Chief Thomson’s formula. Some 200 of them are deployed throughout the city. The chief showed us the Central command Center. On these screens are the real-time video feeds from every camera, the location of every officer on patrol. There are also gunshot-detecting microphones placed at certain locations, meaning police know the location of the shots to within a few meters seconds after it happens, and can begin responding before anyone even calls 911.

Still, not everyone is won over. A Camden resident sees both the opportunities and costs of increased surveillance.

MAN: I feel it’s a violation of civil rights, on some level, with the cameras, because now you’re unknowingly filming people who didn’t give you permission to film them. But I have also been on the side where family members has lost other family members to violence and the cameras had assisted in the apprehension of the person who committed the crime.

MAN: If the police department came to me and said, you’re going to have to give up all your privacy, but we’re going to reduce crime, then make you a little bit safer, I would probably say no. Nobody came to me and asked me that.

HARI SREENIVASAN: Is there a concern that people could feel like their civil rights are being violated?

MAN: We don’t have any secret cameras stored away in the city. Everything is overt. They’re up there on a pole. They’re not hidden.

And we’re sensitive to the fact that there’s people that may not necessarily want the camera there. But what we have found is the majority of people do want them.

HARI SREENIVASAN: Another major focus of reform is de-escalation, training officers to use force only as a last resort, a tactic that played out dramatically in this video shot two years ago.

A man was wielding a knife at a restaurant, then began walking down the street brandishing the weapon. Rather than taking him down, police formed a containment bubble around him, then followed him for blocks until he could be disarmed. That restraint and patience earned praise from the chief.

SCOTT THOMSON: We’re handling them exactly the way that we want to. And at the end of the day, you know, what’s happening is, more people are being returned to their family. And every time that an officer pulls the trigger, it’s life-altering for them.

HARI SREENIVASAN: His department’s records show that, since 2014, the frequency of officers using force has dropped by 24 percent. And citizen complaints of police using excessive force are down 49 percent. But do these methods put an officer’s own life at risk?

MAN: Sir, drop the knife, or I will Tase you.

SCOTT THOMSON: What we’re telling officers to do is slow it down, is — that which we’re training officers to do is actually safer for the officers, when, historically, officers have been rushing into situations because that’s the training we provide, and it’s been dangerous for them, and often leaving them with the only option that’s left is deadly force.

HARI SREENIVASAN: That’s counter to the more militarized approaches taken by other cities.

What’s the hardest part about changing culture?

SCOTT THOMSON: So, for us, it was that transition from warrior to guardian. You still have to have the warrior mentality and the ability to trigger that warrior element when the time calls for it. However, that shouldn’t be your operating premise. That should be the anomaly. Right? That should be the exception, not the rule.

The rule should be, you’re a guardian. You’re in this neighborhood.

HARI SREENIVASAN: Throughout this story, I spoke to a number of people sitting on their stoops and sitting on their porches, but none of them wanted to talk to me on camera. It wasn’t because they felt that the new police practices were helping their neighborhood or hurting. It was a mixed bag.

It was because they felt that talking to me would invite unwanted attention.

Some feared a police they still didn’t fully trust. And others feared drug dealers, who may have left street corners, but are now behind closed doors.

TIM GALLAGHER, Social Worker, Guadalupe Family Services: There were just dime bags and needles all over the place.

HARI SREENIVASAN: Tim Gallagher is a social worker at Guadalupe Family Services. He works on a block that’s seen tremendous improvement, but he is still cautious.

TIM GALLAGHER: I think their Manning concerns are that it could happen again, that the good cops who are here will leave, and that other cops will replace them who won’t really know the neighborhood.

HARI SREENIVASAN: Good cops like Vidal Rivera, who is 6-0 in the ring, undefeated, but knows the fight for the streets of his hometown is just getting started.

For the PBS NewsHour, I’m Hari Sreenivasan in Camden, New Jersey.

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          Cartoon: The Amazon economy   

Jeff Bezos is buying Whole Foods and now Amazon’s one step closer to becoming the kind of monopolistic mega-corporation previously only seen in the Robocop franchise.

The days of antitrust laws are long gone, but maybe one day there will be the political will to break up Bezos’ empire like Ma Bell and Standard Oil.

           33° Episódio (#33) - 26.10.2006 - HALLOWEEN v.1.0 - Parte 2   
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Playlist: 41. SIOUXSIE & THE BANSHEES - Halloween (Polydor UK - PVC Records - Geffen Records, 1981) 42. BEAUTIFULLY DEADLY CHILDREN - Every Night Is Halloween (COP International, 2002) 43. GIRLS UNDER GLASS - Der Mussolini (Van Richter, 1999) 44. HARRY - Zombies (Cri Du Chat, 1991) 45. COIL - Godhead = Deathead (Force and Form, 1984) 46. Vinheta 2 - Core ao Cubo - Takakonova (2006) 47. PILL - Haunted (independente, 2006) 48. DEVNULL - 3006. (Dross:Tik, 2003) 49. SERVANTS OF THE APOCALYPTIC GOAT RAVE aka BONG-RA & SICKBOY - Demonie Sales of Salvation (Russian Roulette Recordings, 2006) 50. FABIO FRIZZI - Zombie (SKEETER ReMIX) (2003) 51. GEORGE HOMEL - Farmhouse / First Approach (from "Night Of The Dead - A Noite dos Mortos-Vivos", directed by GEORGE ROMERO) (Image Ten Inc., 1968) 52. SHITMAT - Super Intelligent Monster Tran (Here's My Card Records, 2004) 53. SPEEDRANCH JANSKY NOISE - Sapid Dus (Leaf, 1999) 54. Vinheta 3 - Core ao Cubo - Cubus 55. PORTISHEAD - Numb (Go! Beat - Polydor K.K., 1994) 56. SPAC HAND LUKE - Psycho (Rephlex, 2006) 57. EMALKAY - Bats In The Belfry (Boka records, 2006) 58. DJ DISTANCE - Taipan (Boka records, 2006) 59. JOHN CARPENTER - Halloween Montage (from "Halloween III: Season of The Witch - Halloween 3: A Noite das Bruxas" soundtrack, directed by Tommy Lee Wallace) (MCA Records - Varese Sarabande, 1982) 60. HENRY MANCINI - Main Title (from "The Revenge of the Creature" soundtrack, directed by JACK ARNOLD, 1955) (Varese Sarabande, 1978) 61. ABELCAIN - Bride of the Monster (Zhark, 2005) 62. BRUNO BELLUOMINI - Dub Zombie (Safari Records, 2006)
          RoboCop - Trailer 2 for RoboCop   
Courtesy of Sony Pictures Theaters February 7th, 2014 RoboCop - Trailer 2 for RoboCop
          7/1/2017: TIMES CITY: Three cops held for robbery, graft   
New Delhi: It was a black Friday for the Delhi Police with three cops getting arrested on charges ranging from robbery to corruption. The department also dismissed its absconding rogue crime branch cop Aslup Khan wanted for ATM robberies in south...
          Politically correct Parents conflicted about armed Police   

British Police have become more and more militarised in response to the ongoing terror attacks inside the UK and British children are becoming more and more accustomed to seeing armed police. Being a cop is already a really difficult job and it must have warmed the hearts of the West Midlands Police when they were […]

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          NYAFF ’17: Mrs. B., a North Korean Woman   
The sad truth is many refugees fleeing North Korean are sold into marriage with provincial Chinese men. The sadder truth is this is still usually an improvement in their lives. “Mrs. B.” would know better than anyone. After being sold by her traffickers, she became a trafficker herself. Her life has been grossly complicated by geopolitical factors outside her control, but she will still have to live with the consequences of her decisions in Jero Yun’s guerrilla-style documentary Mrs. B., a North Korean Woman (trailer here), which screens during this year’s New York Asian Film Festival.

Now fluent in Mandarin, Mrs. B. tries to pass for Sino-Korean. As traffickers go, she is one of the better ones out there. Obviously, she has empathy for her customers, some of whom have also been family. Using her network, Mrs. B. smuggled out her two teen sons and her first Korean husband. Somewhat to her own surprise, she now prefers her Chinese husband Jin, but she still misses her sons now residing in Seoul.

Once again, the trafficker becomes the trafficked, when Mrs. B. sets off on the arduous refugee route through China and Southeast Asia. The plan is for the fully-documented Jin to join her once she has established her defector status. However, things get rather more complicated once she arrives. Much to her regret, Mrs. B. finds she and her family are under suspicious of espionage and/or drug trafficking, which in fact she admits to some involvement with respects to the latter.

Mrs. B.’s life and circumstances are acutely dramatic, but they are maybe not as damning an indictment of South Korea’s Cold War mentality as Yun presents them to be. For the sake of survival, Mrs. B. has definitely cut ethical corners and embraced the grey areas of extralegal commerce—judging solely from what she is willing to cop to on camera. Frankly, she probably should be getting close scrutiny from the ROK intelligence service. On the other hand, her Korean first husband is such a broken man, it is hard to believe he could be any use to the North Korean terror apparatus.

To a far greater extent than his pleasantly humanistic short film Hitchhiker, Yun clearly advocates a détente in the Korean Cold War, presumably as a first step towards unification. However, his moral equivalency posited between the rigorous security vigilance of the South and the total state control of citizen’s lives in the North simply does not hold water. After all, the Kim Jong-un regime recently assassinated his half-brother Kim Jong-nam in the Malaysian airport, during broad daylight. Nothing is beyond the pale for the DPRK, so a little paranoia on the part of the South isn’t merely understandable. It’s probably necessary.

That leaves us with an intimate portrait of the fascinating, but flawed Mrs. B. It is very much a story of a divided Korea, but it does not have the wider implications of other defectors’ harrowing but more representative experiences, such as those of Yeonmi Park and Eunsun Kim. Narrowly recommended as an ironic human-interest story, Mrs. B., a North Korean Woman screens this coming Monday (7/3), at the Walter Reade, as part of the 2017 NYAFF.
          Baton Rouge cop killer left note, fired at least 43 rounds   
The Louisiana law officers who killed Gavin Long after he shot dead three of their colleagues in a targeted attack on police in Baton Rouge last summer were justified "and certainly saved other lives," a prosecutor said Friday.

          Election fraud (plus a personal note to my readers)   
You may have noticed an uptick of stories, posts and comments which seriously consider the possibility that computerized election fraud occurred in 2016. (Example.) Too many of these stories focus on the idea of Russian interference, as though Putin were the only possible culprit. Even though an "inside job" is just as likely -- and just as evil -- the idea of foreign interference gnaws at the American conscience.

A few days ago, Time magazine published a major story which reiterated the now-familiar scenario of Russians hacking the "voter rolls" -- as though hackers would want to romp and scamper in there without actually doing anything to affect the outcome. For weeks, the Voices of Authority have told us "But there's no evidence that they changed the actual votes...!" Nobody buys that line. I doubt that even the Republicans buy it, not deep down, although they'll keep their skepticism private.

Suppose a cop said the following to you: "Intruders came into your house while you were on vacation, but there's no evidence that they stole anything. No need to check your jewelry box. No need to invest in new locks." How would you react?

The Time article on election integrity was more forceful than others of its kind, even though the writers make some rather dubious statements...
During the run up to the vote, Obama Administration cyber-security officials took steps to prepare for widespread voter registration manipulation, fearing Russia might seek to cause chaos at polling places to undermine the credibility of the election.
"Chaos" didn't happen. Trump happened. Logic tells us that the goal was not to create "chaos" but to create a Trump presidency. 
Current and former law enforcement and intelligence officials say Russia could also have tried to use stolen voter data to gain leverage over witting or unwitting accomplices in the Trump camp, by involving them in a broader conspiracy.
This statement indicates that the hackers did, in fact, have accomplices within the Trump camp. The great concern is therefore not leverage but the fact that Trump won when he should have lost. Why is Time so reticent to admit the obvious? This article prompted former governor Howard Dean to say out loud (via Twitter) what everyone else is thinking:
This is much more serious than previous information. This opens the door to the idea that Trump may have won with falsified votes.
Some of the follow-up tweets are worth quoting here:
Reminder: it would have only taken five falsified absentee ballots per district in PA to produce the margin Trump won by...
The rolls would have been altered to keep people from voting. If only 5 people per district couldn't vote wouldn't have triggered panic
Ex-freakin-actly! Move the needle just enough to win, but not enough to be noticeable. What the morons don't count on is...statistics, trends and probability will show even the slightest data manipulation. Why? Because numbers never lie.
Donald Trump won all of the "surprise" swing states by less than one percent. How likely is that?

As Trump's friend Roger Stone once wrote (in one of his more honest moments):
In an America as large and diverse as we are, the politics of unification is a non-starter. It is unrealistic to think that one could voice one or the other of the political philosophies of the two major parties to unify the country around any course of action. The politics of unification is, at heart, about only so much as you need to unify your 51%.
You may have heard the old college axiom: Your degree is the same whether you're a C student or an A student. Similarly: In electoral politics, pushing yourself one-tenth of an inch past the 50 percent mark gains you the same amount of power that a landslide victory would have attained. A presidential candidate need not even get past the 50 percent mark in the popular vote -- he or she need only eke out a win in the electoral college.

Computerized election fraud is not a bludgeon. It is a delicate instrument designed to help Mr. 48% become Mr. 50.1% Anything beyond a subtle shift would be too obvious. (Although if you ask me, Bernie's win in the Michigan primary was pretty freakin' obvious.)

A side-trip into StoneVille. The above quote comes from an unpublished Stone autobiography. The following summary describes Stone's main methods of election-rigging (paragraph breaks added to increase readability):
The first is through association, by having a candidate receive an endorsement from a person or group who potential supporters of the candidate are predisposed to view as an opponent, or through association with something unquestionably malevolent made via protesters, pamphlets, or other means funded by Stone’s campaign but without any fingerprints.

The second is by having a group, funded by allied interests, oppose a candidate or policy due to some larger moral principle that everyone can agree on – the issue is not candidate A versus B, but opposition to crime, gambling, or child abuse.

The third is the smear, saying your opponent is corrupt, weak, racist, a rapist, a murderer, a pedophile, always helpfully done not through you, the opponent on which this tar might stick, but through a phantom proxy.

This last is used very, very often by Stone. The fourth, and one of the most effective, is through fragmentation of the vote. There is, say, overwhelming support for candidate A, who will raise the minimum wage, versus candidate B, who won’t. You split this overwhelming vote by funding another candidate, who wants to raise the minimum wage even higher, and who chastises candidate A for compromising their principles and being beholden to business interests for not asking for a higher wage. Through a vote split, candidate B, the one who says he believes the condition of workers must be improved, but not through easy sounding solutions like a higher minimum wage, scores a victory. At the same time, you make great efforts to keep the votes for your own candidate or issue from being fragmented.

The fifth is vote suppression, of black and latino voters, who tend to poll democrat. The first four have been employed in elections that Stone has been involved in, with Stone often taking credit. The fifth has been employed alongside Stone’s efforts, though perhaps without the collusion of Stone.
Keep in mind that these words were published well before Trump announced his candidacy.

We saw all of these tactics in play throughout 2016. I don't think that there is any doubt now that Bernie Sanders functioned, wittingly or otherwise, as Trump's agent. The above passage reads like a prophecy of the Sanders movement, especially the bit about the political usage of the minimum wage.

By the way: This glimpse into Bernie's skeletonized closet gives us a pretty good idea of how the Trumpers might have been able to recruit him.

The writer of the above-quoted passage feared to tackle the issue of election hacking. Until recently, one could not discuss this possibility without inviting those ever-so-clever remarks about tin foil chapeaus. That's why the writer restricted himself to the cognate topic of minority voter suppression, which is disputed only by the most shameless propagandists.

But minority voter suppression doesn't explain Trump's greater-than-predicted strength in the rural counties of those three swing states where he won by less than one percent. That's what nudged him over the mark in the electoral college.

Ruthless employment of the first four of Stone's tactics can push even a terrible candidate close to the half-way mark. To creep one-tenth of an inch beyond the 50% line, election hacking may be necessary.

Responding to nay-sayers. Unfortunately, too many people still refuse to acknowledge this possibility -- and Barack Obama didn't help the situation when he declared our election system to be more immaculate than the Virgin Mary.

One canard that we keep hearing -- even in pro-democratic forums -- is that the "recount" in WI actually increased Trump's totals. We have excellent reasons to question the veracity of this alleged recount.

1. The Republican-controlled state needlessly kept raising the cost of the recount -- a strong indicator of bias.

2. Trump's lawyers adamantly blocked any attempt to examine the computer software for signs of malware. As I've said many times in the past, this blockage constitutes a de facto admission of guilt.

3. Trump's official vote share in Wisconsin was 3.6 percent higher than the exit polls indicated. Those who defend the immaculate-ness of our elections tend to scoff at the reliability of exit polls. Here are three reasons why I scoff at the scoffers: A) The United States considers exit poll discrepancies to be indicative of election manipulation everywhere else in the world -- everywhere but here. B) Until the advent of computerized voting, the talking heads on teevee routinely assured us of the accuracy of exit polls. C) Exit poll discrepancies should skew blue as often as they skew red, but in actual practice, they almost always demonstrate a "red shift." This shift defies conventional explanation.

4. There were towns in Wisconsin where the election-day turnout exceeded 100 percent -- more votes than voters. In a number of other places, the turnout hit very unlikely numbers -- 90 percent or more.  Also see here.

5. Most important of all: The Wisconsin recount was not done by hand. (See also here.) Since the recount was (for the most part) done by machines, and since those machines were not checked for malware, and since we know that the Russians hacked election systems in 39 states including Wisconsin, the recount results are meaningless.

What do we do? First: Never concede the legitimacy of Donald Trump's election. For that matter: If we are to be perfectly fair, then we must also not concede the legitimacy of Barack Obama's election, although the 2012 and 2008 results are far more difficult to call into question. A flawed system is a flawed system, even when you like the candidate who won.

Second: Tell everyone you know to read this piece by Glenn Harlan Reynolds.
So what should we do? Well, we could try to boost our cybersecurity, but given that the NSA, the FBI and the CIA are leaking important secrets on a daily basis, maybe we’re not up to that job. So, once again, let me suggest that we return to something that, by its very nature, can’t be hacked by a guy in St. Petersburg: Paper ballots.

In some ways, paper and ink is a super technology. When you cast a vote on a voting machine, all that’s recorded is who you voted for. But a paper ballot captures lots of other information: Ink color, handwriting, etc. If you have access to a voting machine that’s connected to the Internet, you can change all the votes at once. To change a bunch of paper ballots takes physical access, and unless you’re very careful the changed ballots will show evidence of tampering. Paper ballots aren’t fraud-proof, of course, as a century of Chicago politics demonstrates, but they’re beyond the reach of some guy sitting at a computer in a basement halfway around the world. And there are well-known steps to make Chicago-style fraud harder.
Perhaps it’s time to mandate paper ballots, and to also legally require other steps to ensure election integrity. Vote-counting systems should be transparent, and regularly audited. Voter ID should be strictly enforced, as it is in all advanced democracies to ensure that only eligible voters vote. And voter registrations should be audited frequently to ensure the removal of voters who have died or moved away. Maybe we should even dye voters’ fingers to prevent revoting, as is done in many other countries. There’s no way to hack that.
Bravo. Reynolds has hit upon the right way to proceed: Tell the Republicans that we will address their election-integrity concerns if they concede our election-integrity concerns.

A Voter ID card may, over time, actually increase the participation of minorities, the elderly and the homeless. I visualize a system in which each voter receives a plastic card like a driver's license or library card, perhaps with a fingerprint or some higher-tech means of identification.

In my view, such a card should allow the voter access to any precinct in the nation (though only for the purpose of registering a presidential vote), thereby eliminating any of the "dual registration" concerns that often arise when a voter moves. The voter will swipe the card just before entering the booth, insuring that he votes only once in any given election.

(I'm not sure what to do about absentee voting. Any suggestions?)

A voter ID card system will stifle Republican conspiracy theories about multiple-voting schemes. Moreover, this system will actually make voting easier. Even someone who lives in a car or a cave or an impromptu mountain shack will carry a wallet, and that wallet will carry the card. Under the present system, a homeless person often cannot register to vote, at least not easily. Under my proposed system, registration -- if deemed necessary at all -- can take place with the swipe of a card.

In return, Democrats must insist -- and I mean INSIST -- on paper ballots and the hand-counting of those ballots. Insuring the integrity of the tabulation is of paramount importance. Computers must play no further role in either the casting or the counting of votes.

A final note to readers who donated to our "AC" fund: Have you ever been stuck trying to guess an old password? I still can't get into my old Yahoo email account! And I need to do so in order to thank you individually.

For now, let me thank you again collectively. Hell, I don't know what we would have done without you. There were days when I yearned to dive into the Chesapeake: Even if that stunt killed me, I would have died cold.
          Cop Shooting Death Cases Raise Question: When Is Fear Reasonable?   
It's rare for a law enforcement officer to be convicted of homicide for shooting someone while on duty. According to a new NPR data analysis, 2,400 people have been killed this way in the last two and a half years; the vast majority of those cases were found to be justified, but NPR found 20 officers who faced charges. Of those, six have been convicted or pleaded guilty. Many Americans have come to believe that the convictions are too rare. The acquittal earlier this month of Jeronimo Yanez in the shooting death of Philando Castile in Minnesota sparked protests, and an angry outburst on Facebook Live by Castile's mother, Valerie Castile. "I don't know where they got the m************ jurors from, but that was some straight-up b*******!" she said, and mocked the defense's assertion that Yanez had been in fear of his life. "You shouldn't be no police officer if you're going to handle yourself in that manner," Castile said. When is fear reasonable? During the trial, Yanez testified that
          The 2017-18 New TV Class   
The 2017-18 New TV Class

Last week, we took a look at which TV shows have been cancelled, and which have been renewed. Today, we’re checking out trailers and/or synopses for some of the new shows we’ll most likely see on our small screens during the 2017-18 TV season.

After watching the trailers, head to the comments to chat!


Alex, Inc.

Alex, who’s in his mid-30s with a wife and two kids, makes the crazy decision to quit his good job and dive into the brave new world of starting a business. (Based on the podcast, StartUp.)

The Crossing (Midseason)

Refugees from a war-torn country start showing up to seek asylum in an American town. Only the country these people are from is America and the war they are fleeing is 250 years in the future.

Deception (Midseason)

Superstar magician Cameron Black is bringing his skill for illusion to the FBI. Using every trick in the book and inventing new ones, he will help the government catch the world’s most elusive criminals while staging the biggest illusions of his career.

For the People (Midseason)

Set in the Southern District of New York (SDNY) Federal Court, aka "The Mother Court," this legal drama follows brand new lawyers working for both the defense and the prosecution as they handle the most high profile and high stakes cases in the country—all as their personal lives intersect.

The Good Doctor

A young surgeon with autism and Savant syndrome is recruited into the pediatric surgical unit of a prestigious hospital. The question will arise: can a person who doesn't have the ability to relate to people actually save their lives?

The Gospel of Kevin

Kevin, a down-on-his-luck man, is tasked by God with a mission to save the world.

Marvel’s Inhumans

An isolated community of superhumans fight to protect themselves.

The Mayor

A struggling hip-hop artist runs for mayor to promote his mix-tape and wins.

Roseanne (Midseason)

The groundbreaking family comedy returns, with the original cast.

Splitting Up Together (Midseason)

The story of a couple whose marriage is reignited by their divorce.

Ten Days in the Valley

About an overworked television producer and single mother in the middle of a fractious separation. When her young daughter goes missing in the middle of the night, Jane's world—and her controversial police series—implodes.



An out-of-work actor attempts to set boundaries with his intrusive but well-meaning family, while he lives in the apartment between his parents and his brother, sister-in-law, and their baby.

Me, Myself, and I

A comedy examines one man's life over a 50-year span. It explores three distinct periods in his life - as a 14-year-old in 1991, a 40-year-old in present day and a 65-year-old in 2042.

Seal Team

Follow the lives of elite Navy SEALs as they train, plan and execute the most dangerous, high-stakes missions our country can ask of them.

Star Trek: Discovery (Premiering on TV, but then moving to the CBS All Access app)

No official synopsis yet, but it’s a new Star Trek show that’s set about 10 years prior to the events of the original series.


Follows a locally born and bred S.W.A.T. lieutenant who is torn between loyalty to the streets and duty to his fellow officers when he's tasked to run a highly-trained unit that's the last stop for solving crimes in Los Angeles.

Wisdom of the Crowd

A tech innovator creates a cutting-edge crowd-sourcing hub to solve his own daughter's murder, as well as revolutionizing crime solving in San Francisco.

Young Sheldon

The early life of child genius Sheldon, later seen in The Big Bang Theory.

The CW


Follows two of America's wealthiest families as they feud for control over their fortune and their children.


The boundaries between military discipline and human desire are tested on a U.S. Army base that houses an elite unit of helicopter pilots trained to perform clandestine international and domestic missions.

Black Lightning

A retired superhero becomes a vigilante for justice.

Life Sentence

When Stella finds out her terminal cancer is cured, she's going to have to learn to live with all the choices she's made when she decided to "live like she was dying."



A skeptic is forced to work with a firm believer of the paranormal on unexplained occurrences in Los Angeles.

The Gifted

In a world where mutated humans are treated with distrust and fear, an institute for mutants battles to achieve peaceful co-existence with humanity.

The Orville

Follows the crew of the not-so-functional exploratory ship in the Earth's interstellar fleet, 300 years in the future.

LA > Vegas

An ensemble workplace comedy, set on the Friday night flight from LAX to Vegas and the returning flight on Sunday, about a group of underdogs who’re trying to find their place in the world and who all share the same goal: to come back a winner in the casino of life.

The Resident

An idealistic young doctor begins his first day under the supervision of a tough, brilliant senior resident who pulls the curtain back on all of the good and evil in modern day medicine. Lives may be saved or lost, but expectations will always be shattered.


A.P. Bio (Midseason)

A former philosophy professor who takes a job teaching AP biology and uses his students to get back at the people in his life who have wronged him.

The Brave

The complex world of our bravest military heroes who make personal sacrifices while executing the most challenging and dangerous missions behind enemy lines.

Champions (Midseason)

Vince, a charismatic gym owner with no ambition lives with his younger brother Michael, a gorgeous idiot. Their simple life of women and working out is put on hold when the teenage son of Vince is dropped off on their doorstep by Priya, one of his old high school flings.

Good Girls (Midseason)

Three "good girl" suburban wives and mothers suddenly find themselves in desperate circumstances and decide to stop playing it safe and risk everything to take their power back.

The Handmade Project (Midseason)

No synopsis for this yet, but it stars Amy Poehler and Nick Offerman, and I think we can assume from the title that they’ll be making things.

Law & Order True Crime: The Menendez Murders

When the Menendez brothers were tried on national TV for brutally killing their parents in Beverly Hills, their story became a national obsession. Now, the first edition of this anthology series delves into the players, the crime and the media circus, detailing the day-to-day battles of the trial and unveiling the shocking truth of what really went down when the cameras stopped rolling.

Reverie (Midseason)

A former detective specializing in human behavior is brought in when the launch of an advanced virtual reality program has dangerous and unintended consequences.

Rise (Midseason)

A working class high school drama department and the students come alive under a passionate teacher and family man whose dedication to the program galvanizes the entire town.

Will & Grace

An encore 11 years in the making. It’ll take Will, Jack and Karen to convince Grace it’s a good idea.

I’m definitely looking forward to Star Trek: Discovery—regardless of its plot—and I think The Crossing and The Gifted sound fascinating. (The Gifted is also somehow connected to the X-Men?) Ghosted, of course, looks to be an excellent buddy cop show. Most of the other shows seem like the same ol’, same ol’, but that’s not surprising.

Oh, and The Orville looks like a bad version of Galaxy Quest and/or Hyperdrive, both of which I love.

Anything pique your interest? Let’s discuss below.

          PRETTY LITTLE LIARS 7x20: Til DeAth Do Us PArt   

Friends, Rosewoodians, countrywomen, lend us your ears!


Live look at your recappers

We truly thought we would be coming to you today to bury PLL, not to praise it. But if you were as glued to your screens on Tuesday as we were, then you’ll already know: they fucking pulled it off. Not perfectly; not with a bow big enough to cover their many, damaging Charlotte-blunders. But in terms of better-than-LiarLogic™ gAme closure? OH MONA DID THEY EVER DO IT.

The things we wanted—everybody is twins; Mona is redeemed; the Liars loving each other; two hours to work everything out; a fun and as unproblematic-as-possible psychotic A.D.; WILD wedding fashion—we mostly got! The one thing we wanted least—an Ezria wedding—we ALSO got! The thing we never asked for—an exact Season One reboot with Rosewood’s Liars 2.0??—we also somehow got! (Alexis has some deep dive analysis of this one, at least.)


Do. Not. Jinx. It.

It’s a lot, so we are going to break this down into manageable pieces: the first, plotty half, we’re recapping like normal; the second, more expository half, in Q+A format like we did for the ChArlotte reveal.

We did a monster all-series Awards post on Tuesday evening (written BEFORE the finale), so check that out for the everything not appearing in the finale.

THAT SAID—this finale was bonkers; we've got some totally new (and last!) awards to hand out.



Look, we always want to give this to Mona, and Spencer DEFINITELY deserves more than a cookie for having the mental wherewithal to swipe Mary’s bobbypins and break her and Ezra out before Alex got back with that axe, and what a perfect opportunity this is for us to use this gif to hand out an award…


…but honestly?



Jenna, Toby and a danged horse truly won the cup here in the final hour. Sometimes it pays to be blind/blinded by love/horsewitted!


By the logic above, the LVPs in this final episode just have to be all the non-Spencer Liars. Ladies! You’re not blind! You can hear! Spencer is one of your oldest boon companions! GET A CLUE.







Rosemary has been calling this since the pilot, and she is NOT going to be quiet in her victory. Sure, Alex didn’t make it onto the scene until after Charlotte fled the US as Vivian Darkbloom, but then again, that’s just Alex’s story. And like Catie said: Alex is a maniac! WHO KNOWS when she really got herself involved??


Lolololololol…Christopher Paolini, "Without fear, there can be no courage," quoted by Spencer in Mona's snowglobe daydream.


Yes, the author of epic YA dragon series, Christopher Paolini; you did not hear wrong


Dipping into the fanfic well for this one: find the right twin!


One of these women is…probably the Emison twins' genetic mom.

Toby's heart did well. 


Like, how do you even write a Previously On section for the series finale to THIS show? Literally everything you could possibly imagine plus some weird doll shit you probably COULDN’T imagine brought us here (self-decapitation, anyone?). Besides, you’ve got seven years’ worth of recaps to read if you’d like more than that!



We open on the Liars, sitting around a cafe table on Rosewood’s only street corner, drinking iced coffees. In sundresses. At night. It’s hard to concentrate on what they’re actually saying (something about “Vanderwaal original” handbags selling for $1k a pop?), though, because Lucas is literally tap-dancing up and down the street in a white tuxedo. “I can’t believe we never figured out who A was,” Alison says dreamily, as Jenna rides a horse in full circus regalia (both her and the horse) right past them. Of coures, the internet denies us this scene in gif form.

“Do you think we miss A because now our lives are just so boring?” another Liar posits. At this point, we know it’s not real. Probably a dream. Or…even better, a come-to-life scene straight from Mona’s adrenalized hyperreality?


Ding ding ding! Just then the weather shifts from summer heat to winter cold - two things it’s-always-fall-here Rosewood has never experienced - and snow* starts to fall. The camera pulls up and out and we see that Mona, in her room at the bastion of compassionate, uncompromised healthcare that is Welby, is holding a snowglobe like two inches from her perfect eyeballs.

She smiles at her hyper-adrenalized daydream, but then someone opens the door to her room. Someone tall. Someone in a black hoodie. She drops the snowglobe on the tile, shattering it to pieces. “I never would’ve guessed it was you!” she says, drawing back into a defensive curl in against the wall. “Are you here to kill me?”

Obviously not! But we'll have to wait a year (give or take 8,759.5 hours) to find out.

*Alexis truly wished these snowflakes were actually the embers of Rosewood after the Liars had set it ablaze. Alas.


Happily Ever After?

We start things off with a bang! And by a bang, we mean a shovel to the back of the head, and by a shovel to the back of the head, we mean, the Liars are all finally “happy” and “safe.”

First up: Ian and Lucy wander the backlot of Pretty Little Liars playing Ezra and Aria touring the backlot of Warner Bros. Studios in LA, marveling at how “their” “book” is about to be made into a movie, then sweeping each other up into a kiss right as a studio tour cart drives by laden with a dozen Snapchat-armed Ezrians. Lucky Leon’s Cupcakes is right offscreen; the building that houses RHS on one side and the RPD on the other is like ten feet behind them. It is simultaneously VERY META, and also the cheapest location shot PLL has done since sending Spencer to “London” and “DC.”


Would've thrown my phone at them if I'd been on that tour.

Anyway, if your hopes about this ‘ship were up seeing Ezra, at least, ringless even a full year after A.D.’s game ended, sorry: that sweeping kiss? Meant to show us these dolts are definitely still getting married.

Meanwhile, in a house we’re pretending is across the United States but is actually about fourteen feet away, Emily is joyfully feeding the world’s whitest baby…except oh wait! There’s two of them! Emily and Alison had twins, which, we feel the need to point out, don’t technically run in the non-white side of their nontraditional family. HMM. Could Rosewood’s local health/genetic testing center have actually been compromised by a meddling A.D., and the white, blonde, blue-eyed twins actually be Drakes/DiLaurentises? In Catie’s medical/expert PLL-fan opinion, probably (verbatim: “Alexis. This is PLL. When has a blood test ever been real. Mike probably stole the vials and hid them in the woods.”)! Rosemary totally buys that the doctor who performed the blood test was a life-sized doll (if he’s the same fertility doctor Mona and Emily worked over, he’s not even an adult!). Which means, as far as Rosewood twins go, we ought to start taking bets on which of them is an evil mastermind and which will end up murdered (they’re part of Liar Generation 3.0, natch).


"Just eat it, Grace, Mommy already checked for a note from A!"

Alison comes downstairs and kisses her family goodbye before sneaking off to The Radley to meet up with none other than Wine Mom #3, Pam Fields! “I hate lying to her,” Pam says to Alison. Alison agrees (SINCE WHEN, GIRL??), but assures her that Emily will learn “the truth” soon enough, and promises to always take care of her. It’s pretty vague, but knowing this show, it probably means someone is either 1) dying, 2) pregnant, 3) getting back with a high school lover. Given it’s Alison, maybe all three!

Next up: Spencer! She’s found her riding boots and is back in the saddle (lolz) with none other than Sister Melissa. They bond over their adopted horses until a rogue woodsman appears, backpacked and unbearded. It’s a Wild Toby! He’s been walking around since last we saw him—like literally ::walking around:: confused and lost, hoping to end up somewhere familiar—but he grew up in a one-street town, and the rest of the world has too many options, so he turned his bearded face south and headed right back to Rosewood! Luckily, he’s stumbled into the stables of his ex-girlfriend who seems much happier to welcome him home than we are. Anyway, Bashful the Horse likes him (and literally no one else).


Bashful back there solving mysteries before they even start.

Alison is still teaching at Rosewood High School, and Addison WhatsHerFace, Rosewood’s least woke lil’ bitch, is still terrorizing everyone around her. Like, we don’t disagree with Ali’s karmic retribution being dealing with every iteration of her each new graduating class can come up with, but shouldn’t Addison’s time in her classroom have been finished last year?? Apparently not. Which is good, because Addison is so terrible she is still calling Ali both by her first name and by “lesbo” and is planting stabbed-up dolls in a hearing-impaired girl’s locker and is saying scads of mocking, politically incorrect things right to Jenna’s blind face, because Jenna works at Rosewood High now, too? Okay, we guess? Jenna is mad fierce swiping Addison’s wrist out of midair as Baby Beast tries to mock her blindness physically, but honestly, unless you’re one of the few people interested in seeing a Pretty Little Liars 2.0 spinoff, It all turns out to be hardly relevant anyway, so we’ll just move on.

Who’s next? Oh, yes, the Marin-Riverses, so happily married in secret that night before Hanna almost got arrested. Turns out, all is not well in paradise! Wedded bliss ended way back when they never left Rosewood because Hanna, the only Liar with a heart tbh, couldn’t bear to leave Mona behind in Welby. So Caleb sold Lucas some fancy software, and used the money to buy the Lucas Loft—even though he, like the rest of the Liars AND ASHLEY, clearly doesn’t share Hanna’s belief that Mona’s worth waiting around for.

In any case, they can’t fight about it now, because Mona is home from Welby! She looks healthy if a little plain (Mona isn’t Mona without bedazzled earrings and shoulder-padded blazers), and she seems sad when she realizes Hanna can’t have dinner with her because she and Caleb are going to Ezria’s bachelor/ette party that evening/overnight. We’re pretty peeved at Hanna for having the forethought to be Mona’s sponsor, but NOT to schedule her return to the world on a night that she could actually be home to BE sponsor. Mona’s fine, though; she’ll just watch a little TV, maybe the All Day Game channel! (We laughed at the idea that Mona watches any TV until she said “game channel,” because, oh, right, she totally would).

Righteous! Party On!

Speaking of that double-batch party, Spencer, new owner of the Lost Woods Resort and world’s biggest overachiever (and also, remember in the pilot how Spencer was Really Into interior design then it was never mentioned again?) has redesigned the Lost Woods to mimic the style of the great cabins of the Adirondacks (settle down, Aria). And sure, half-sister Alison maybe helped but probably not because she has twin infant daughters and Spencer is not great at group projects and tbh, there is only so much Intense Fringe that can be in one room before the room spontaneously combusts.

Anyway, they’re hosting a sweet little bachlor/ette dinner for Ezra and Aria there in the woods, with all their friends except Mona, who saved their literal lives literally a dozen times, but they aren’t alone! Someone is watching them from the bushes!

Not that the Liars+Friends notice—they are too busy embroiling themselves in ‘ship drama.

To wit: Never good at hiding exactly what’s going through her mind, Hanna pines jealously over Ezria’s honeymoon plans, flashing a resentful glance at Caleb as she mutters she never had one. He rolls his eyes like the long-haired rebel hobo teen he once was. Ezra voices that he doesn’t think marriage will be all that hard, which warrants a snort from Emison. “Try having kids, lol, speaking of we have the night away we’re going to have sex byeeee.” (That’s almost verbatim.) Everyone save for Spencer and Toby follow their cue and retire to the cabins. Spencer looks up at Toby through her lashes. “Want to take me back to your room?”

Cut to them playing Scrabble on the bed (throwback!) and Spencer telling him she’s closer than ever to her mom and sister and generally, actually happy (which mom??? which sister??? TIME WILL TELL…OR NOT).


Mmm, feel that limerence.

This sweet convo is interrupted by a flash of Ezria/Emison sex scenes (respectively, of course) set to a syrupy sweet R&B soundtrack and juxtaposed against Caleb and Hanna bickering, Hanna’s legs up in the air as she lies naked in bed. YUP, this gal’s trying to get knocked up, and if Caleb doesn’t shut his piehole, he’s going to scare her ovaries. Keeping up his entitled teen boy routine, Caleb bitches that his living situation and his sex drive are both at Hanna’s ovulating/Mona-loving whims and he’s tired of it. So yes, this is exactly perfect timing to introduce a baby to the mix.

In her own room, Aria gets a late night phone call and slips out of the room to answer it. “Are you sure?” she asks, as a black hooded figure watches her from the window. Spencer, having left Toby asleep on top of the Scrabble board in his room, finds Aria crying in the living room, sniffling that she can’t marry Ezra after all. We nod our heads enthusiastically, even though we know this is not going to turn out how we hope it will. The Liars convene and try to convince Aria that she has to tell Ezra whatever this horrific secret is, and she needs to do it BEFORE the wedding, but she refuses.


"I'll steal this motel like I stole that barn."

Outside, the black hooded figure turns and gasp! It’s Melissa! Except she reaches up a gloved hand and pulls off a VERY REALISTIC mask and gasp! It’s Mona! Except she reaches up a gloved hand and pulls off a VERY REA—just kidding, it actually was Mona.

She glances down at her phone, where she’s FaceTiming with A.D. wearing her own face (GIVE US A MONA SNAPCHAT FILTER OR GIVE US DEATH) and talking about Aria’s secret. Just like A.D. forced Aria to do their bidding, they are now forcing Mona to do the same, but Mona refuses to play by the rules.

The Morning After, AKA Then And Now

The next morning, after all the Liars have gone home, Aria breaks a wine glass and dissolves into tears. When Ezra comes running to ask if she’s okay, she starts crying. “I got a confirmation yesterday,” she says, “I can’t have kids.” They move to the couch where Aria apologizes to Ezra for keeping her doctors appointments secret, but he assures her that they will have a family if they want one. “We will adopt, get a surrogate, we’ll do whatever we have to do.”


Girl, SELL IT.

Relish this moment; it’s the best you’ll get from Ezra for the remainder of this show. Lucy Hale, btw, absolutely kills the emotion in these scenes. Bravo, girlfriend.

In case you’ve been wondering where Mary Drake’s been hiding (you haven’t), we see her escorted into a room at the prison for her supervised visits. She’s shackled at the wrists and ankles and wearing an orange jumpsuit. Spencer waits for her at the table wearing a VISITOR badge, but our TwincerSensors™ are abuzz because this Spencer seems a little too excited, a little too perky, at the sight of Mary. “I’ve missed you sweetheart,” Mary says. “It’s been weeks since your last visit.” They hold hands under the table as Spencer/Twincer tells Mary she needs her help.


Hanna arrives to Ezra and Aria’s rehearsal dinner with Caleb and Mona in tow, the latter of whom raises a few eyebrows. Specifically those of Ashley, Alison and Aria, who has a bit of a bridezilla “you brought her to MY rehearsal dinner” moment. Which, let’s get real, you want a rehearsal dinner free of former foes, maybe try getting married on an island in the Caribbean and not the town where every fourth person has tried to murder you. Hanna, faithful to Mona to the bitter end, tells the girls to freaking chillax and fake it for one night because it’s hard to find a babysitter for someone in their 20s.

At the same time, Ezra and Byron drink scotch and have a ridiculous/regressive conversation about permission and blessings and Aria’s happiness, while Ezra’s mom and Ella fight over cocktail weiners. We’d go into more detail but that’s literally it.

As Ezra’s mom stalks away (hopefully forever), Ashley and Veronica join Ella around the hors d’oeuvres to bitch about Ezra’s mom. “Sometimes I wish we were still in the basement,” Ella admits. “Pam didn’t drink for a year after that,” Ashely counters. #WineMomSpinoff2018




Wine Mom #3 Pam Fields can’t make the reunion because she’s too busy scheming with Alison across the room, which does not go unnoticed by Emily. But as she attempts to cross the room to find out what’s up, she’s stopped by two high school waitresses, we will assume Mini-Spencer by her glasses and Mini-Emily by her ambiguous ethnicity. Turns out, Mini-Emily is actually Maya’s niece, but that’s all the fan service Maya stans will get this episode. These girls tell Swim Coach Fields that Addison (Mini-Ali) is bullying them, to which Emily preaches long and hard about the importance of not letting the mean girl get them down. Which is frickin’ GOLD coming from the girl who has two babies and a dubious plan to marry the Addison of her generation.

Afterward, everyone’s making their way out to the street, where Toby and Spencer rendezvous. He invites himself to go riding with her Sunday and hints that she played a word that meant “unrequited love” on the Scrabble board after he fell asleep the other night. The way Spencer nervously runs away hints that this is the actual Spencer who is scared to admit her feelings, and not Twincer, who jumps Toby’s bones every time they’re near one another. Meanwhile, Ashley is telling Hanna that Caleb’s right and she should kick Mona to the curb to save her marriage or something. We don’t have too much time to question Ashley’s advice here, as the rest of the Wine Moms sweep her away into Veronica’s Range Rover for a night of WINE MOM MADNESS.

The soon-to-be-newlyweds are choosing to spend their final night as single people apart, so as Ezra walks Aria to her hotel, he asks how long she’s known about the infertility thing, then has the gall to be annoyed that she’d been seeing fertility specialists for weeks without telling him. Sure married people share stuff, but this was about her, not about him. And she was afraid this would be a deal breaker for him. “If you think so little of me, why would you want to marry me?” GREAT QUESTION. We’ve been asking this for many seasons now. Aria tells him she loves him, and he responds with, “I love you too but it’s not really the same thing, is it?” What does that even MEAN? Why is he the WORST? When will it END?

(Answer to all three: who TF knows.)

(Hashtag) Wedding D-DAy

To illustrate how far Alison has fallen from the captivating, complex and alluring teenage nightmare she was when this show began, she is now donning an oversized sweatshirt emblazoned with a pug who is “waiting for the weekend,” and bangs bad enough to prompt Rosemary’s husband to ask if they made her a “middle aged country music singer.” Her transformation into a sad damsel in distress over the course of the show is almost as disappointing as the way they refuse to allow Mona to be the bright and shining star she truly is. Because this person? This person could never both inspire and also strike fear into the hearts of a group of girls, making them love her enough to lie for her while also hating her enough to wish they hadn’t.

When Emily pushes Alison to tell her why she was whispering with Pam, Alison doesn’t even have the energy to lie or pretend to put up a fight (literally the two things she was once best at). Instead she heaves a sigh and digs in her purse, pulling out Emily’s grandmother’s engagement ring. “When I was at my most lonely and unhappy and angry place, you loved me,” she says. “I was an ugly human being, you saw a beautiful soul.” Her proposal is so dang sweet, it manages to melt even our stone cold anti-Emison hearts.



It'd be easier to ~feel~ things if this weren't happening with a Waiting for the Weekend pug sweatshirt backdrop.

Emily says yes, duh.

Speaking of love and marriage and babies (the only three things this cast seems to care about), Caleb is pouting on the couch pretending that a fried chicken informercial is more exciting than impregnating his hot wife. Hanna comes out of the bedroom and sits next to him. “The decisions you make don’t just affect you,” he says. To which Hanna responds all “cool cool cool” and tries to make out with him. She will tell Mona to move out, but it can wait until the morning. Caleb, who must have been half-ghost for the last five years and thus unable to remember anything happening around him, responds, “How much damage could Mona do in one night?”


Ahahahhahahhahahahhahahahahhahahaa…ah. Caleb, you sweet, precious ghost angel.

In his hotel room, Toby gets out of the shower and digs through a bag while wearing nothing but a towel. Someone knocks at the door, and when Toby answers, Spencer/Twincer barely has time to mutter a joke about room service before she rips off his towel and they have sex.

There’s an immediate and weird cut to Spencer getting out of the shower (again with utterly unwashed hair). Too soon to be “later that night” and also no longer at the hotel, she’s back at the barn, and she starts to hear bad piano music play. But when she walks out to see who it is, Mona appears in a black hoodie. “Déjà vu, bitch,” she says, bafflingly, before punching her right in the face.

Spencer comes to in a strange metal room. It’s like a futuristic prison cell, reminiscent of Charlotte’s Minority Report space station A-Lair from Game Over Charles. Glass panels with little air holes divide the cells, and tunnels connect to other tunnels with tubes of glowing green light outside. It’s all very strange, which is in part because we’re seeing it through Spencer’s eyes as she slowly regains consciousness. She reaches up to rub her head and sees herself reflected in one of the glass panels. But then, as she’s still holding her head, her reflection drops its hand.




After Mary Drake, star of A Mother’s Betrayal new on Lifetime!, handcuffs Spencer to the bed in the corner, Twincer stands up and jauntily makes her way inside, sits backwards in a chair, and opens her beautiful mouth. And while Rosemary has always known that Spencer’s evil twin would be end game, she never once expected what came out of that mouth.


To quote a different pair of American/Cockney adult twins meeting for the first time: 

Alison Hendrix: This one's some kind of lowlife grifter! How do we know she didn't push her?

Sarah Manning: Oi! I already told you... I didn't want to be her. I got stuck! I was running from my own shit.

Alison Hendrix: [Alison sarcastically replies] I can only imagine.

TWINCER IS REAL. SHE’S REAL AND SHE’S BRITISH. And not just any British. We’re talking My Fair Lady/Sarah Manning, lots-of-coal-makin’-lots-of-’eat, Cockney British. Which, since everything that follows, plot-wise, from here is basically Twincer switching off with Mary telling a trapped-Spencer her backstory, while the rest of the Liars gather around Aria to help her get married slash mourn/worry over Ezra, while Toby, Jenna, Mona and Bashful work in tandem to Get Shit Done, means it’s time for the Big ReveAl Q+A!


Q: Million-mask question first—WHO IS A.D.?
A.D. = Alex Drake. WHO?!?! WELL. Let us tell you. It turns out that Peter Hastings, He of the Mightiest Libido, didn’t just knock up Mary Drake. He knocked her up twins-style. But he was in such a damn hurry to gather his baby and get the heck out of Radley that fateful night in (apparently) 1934, he didn’t wait around long enough to hear the doctor yelling that baby #2 was on the way. Alex Drake, born to Mary Drake and Peter Hastings and identical twin sister to Spencer, was born in Radley then sold to the highest bidder in exchange for enough travel money to buy Mary a ticket out of there.

Mary claims that Alex was adopted by a rich British family for a brief period of time before they noticed that something was “off” with her and dumped her at the Ambrose Home for Wayward Children, because once again, this story is apparently taking place in 1904 instead of 1994. Seriously. There was no better place in England to take an unwanted infant than something that sounds like the name of a horror movie about baby ghosts? Alex managed to stay in the orphanage until she ran away at age ten, at which point we are to assume that she lived like a little Oliver Twist on the mean streets of London, making her own way as a mouthy bartender until the fateful day one Dr. Wren Kingston, Esq. comes in from the rain and orders a drink from her.


"Ew me? Oi'm jussa bird wif a braid slinging pints. Mus be da wrong girl innit?"

At first, Wren is as shocked as we are to see the little sister of his former fiancée/the 15-year-old he used to mack on tending bar in a pub, but eventually he manages to put all the fractured plot pieces together and befriend/seduce Alex, then introduce her to Charlotte. Which began the trifecta of crazy evil genius that gets us where we are today.

Q: Where did Alex get the money for all of this?
Charlotte’s misbegotten Carissimi Group funds, which Archer helped requisition by conning Ali after Charlotte’s death.

Q: Who shot Spencer?
Alex shot Spencer; Wren shot Alex to LOOK like Spencer.


Medically I can’t be down for shooting someone in the shoulder just to make them look like they were shot in the shoulder. - Catie, a real doctor

Honestly it’s not like Spencer was missing half a finger. There are other ways to fake a scar, but the fact that Alex insisted on a matching bullet wound made her a level of looney tunes that was SO EXTRA, and so much more fun to watch than had they chosen a random B-list character to be A.D.

Q: Was Wren ever a ghost?
Yes and no! Not, evidently, all that time we made jokes about it, when Spencer flew off to London to stay with him and Melissa but only ever saw Melissa. But YES, now he is—at least if you consider a diamond compressed from human ashes to be a ghost, which we do. Alex straight up murdered and diamondized her boo, all because he was a reminder of her old life as Alex, and she was ready to move on up into inhabiting Spencer’s life fully!



Shine bright like a diamond, Wren.

Sorry, Wren. Maybe you should have adhered to that “first do no harm” oath a bit more often, yeah?

Q: When did Mary find out about/meet Alex?
We honestly have no idea! We spent a lot of time going back and forth, trying to figure out if it was always Spencer visiting Mary until Alex visited her last, or if it was always Alex visiting Mary and Spencer closing that chapter, or if it was sometimes Spencer and sometimes Alex and no one but Alex and Mary knowing. And even if we knew that, did Mary meet Alex before confessing to Tanner/leaving an entire property to Spencer+Ali? If so, when? If not, when?

It is possible that we could rewatch this monster of an episode to figure it out. It is not likely that we will do so until the next time we rewatch the whole series for our Murdercabin Returns podcast, twenty years from now.

Q: Wait, so which Spencers were *for sure* Alex-Spencers, then?
The Spencer who appeared bang-less to Hanna from the torture shed; the Spencer who gave Toby the poetry book and asked him for a kiss; the Spencer who slept with him on The Night Of All The Sex in 7x19 when Tanner was about to close in; the Spencer who ran into Ezra at the airport while arguing with Wren; and the Spencer who looked at a baby photo album with a weird look on her face during 7x08 (about which, Rosemary recapped, “Nothing strikes the viewer as unusual, but Spencer has a very strange look on her face, like she's having A Revelation. What did she figure out about her family? Is she adopted? Is SHE Mary's other baby?”)

If we had to make guesses about which other Spencers were actually Alex but not revealed to us in the finale…we wouldn't even know where to start. Check back in twenty years when we finally get to that podcast!

Q: Who was the sperm donor for Emily’s Ali’s babies?
Well according to Alex, speaking only to the baby and not to anyone whose belief in a lie might benefit her, Wren was. Willingly or not, we’ll never know. We’ll also never know if the eggs really were Emily’s or if they were actually Ali’s or Alex’s, and Alex planted data at the health clinic to make the Liars believe Emily’s worst nightmares to be true. We mean, that headcanon fits the evidence a lot more than the shown canon does, so whether or not that’s what they intended, that’s at least what (me, recapper) Alexis is going to the grave believing.

Q: What in Vanderjesus’ name, then, is the actual, official Liar family tree?
This took literal back-of-the-envelope calculation, but here is what we have:

CHARLOTTE is half-sister to Spencer and Alex by Peter, half-cousin to Ali and Jason by Jessica, and not related to Melissa by blood at all

SPENCER & ALEX are half-sisters to Melissa by Peter, half-sisters to Charlotte by Mary, half-cousins to Ali by Jessica, and both half-sisters AND half-cousins to Jason by Peter and by Jessica

JASON is half-brother AND half-cousin to Spencer & Alex by Peter and by Jessica, half-cousin to Charlotte by Jessica, half-brother to Melissa by Peter on the other side, and half-brother to Ali by Jessica

ALISON is half-sister to Jason by Jessica, half-cousin to Spencer & Alex by Mary and half-cousin to Charlotte, also by Mary, and not related to Melissa by blood at all

MELISSA is half-sister to Spencer & Alex by Peter, half-sister to Jason by Peter, and not related by blood to Ali or Charlotte at all

THE EMISON BABIES are either not related to anyone above (if the blood testing proving Emily’s parentage and Alex’s whispering about Wren’s parentage were true), or are some measure of daughters to Ali/nieces to Jason/second cousins to Spencer, Alex, and Charlotte, or are daughters to Alex/nieces to Spencer, Melissa, Charlotte, and Jason

PETER HASTINGS is patriarchy incarnate.

Q: Does Charlotte’s post-Dollhouse (retch) trickery and almost-betrayal of Alison make any more sense now, with all the pieces together?
Ye-es, in that we now know that Charlotte did find a real (half-)sister to love and be loved by without any of the baggage connections to Rosewood carry, and the stuff with which they made their bond was the stuff of insanity borne by abandonment, so it makes a certain amount of sense that THAT is what Charlotte would have held onto throughout those five years of “therapy,” to also hold on to the one sister who actually knew and loved her for exactly who she was. We doubt even the most skilled, most patient therapist could have disentangled Charlotte from her specific type of brokenness without knowing about the existence of Alex—and we all know Rosewood/Welby are pretty short on even moderately ethical medical providers, let alone rockstar ones.

Still, this does not absolve the show of what its (accidentally and then willfully) anti-trans transgressions. As much as we all wish it were otherwise, Charlotte and Rosewood do not exist in a cultural vacuum, and representation matters.

Q: Where did Mike end up?
Mystic Falls, we guess!


Don't worry; Mona gave him all the skills he needs to survive those lupine wilds.

Q: How did the Wine Moms escape?
SHHHH! They’ll never tell.



Q: How was Sydney involved?
She was a patsy, had been stealing from the bank she worked at (how very Ashley Marin of her), which Alex used as leverage.

Q: How was Jenna involved?
Well, aside from saving Spencer and Ezra’s hides, she was also a patsy leveraged by Alex, although with more of a connection to the Liars, as Alex promised her enough money for yet one more eye surgery.

Q: How was Lucas involved?
He wasn’t!

Q: How was Melissa involved?
She wasn’t!

Q: How was Jason involved?
He wasn’t!

Q: How was Peter involved?
Literally we didn’t think of this question until it came out of our typing fingers. Peter was Alex’s dad, too! One would IMAGINE that one of her very first steps would have been to murder/frame him, but alas, no—it seems like Peter Hastings, even moving Out Of Town permanently, kept some of that ol’ Rosewood Patriarchy magic, and escaped paying for this worst half of his long-ago error, too.

Q: Peter’s influence maybe being contagious aside, why are all these 24-year-old girls so obsessed with having babies?
Another excellent question, and one that baffled Rosemary especially. Is 24 an okay age to have a baby? Sure, we guess. Is it an okay age to be so panicked about having a baby that you prop your legs up against the wall after sex, or make an appointment at the adoption agency THE DAY you get home from your honeymoon? Not so much, we think. We can’t really compare these girls to ourselves at 24 or even other 24 year olds we knew since they have clearly been through events much more traumatic than most experience, but wouldn’t their trauma make them a skoshe hesitant to bring a bunch of babies into this cruel, cruel world? Especially when most of them ARE STILL LIVING in the town that played host to their torture?

We mean, whatever: to each their own. This just seemed like a very strange thing to hone in on for all these specific ladies. Had one of the Liars been baby-obsessed, we’d buy it, but the whole group? Sure there’s a *touch* of suspension of disbelief happening, but even this seems unrealistic.

Q: So did ALL the Liars end up back with their high school bed buddies?
Yes. Which, again, statistically unrealistic.

Q: And now they’re all back in Rosewood? Forever?
Considering that Rosewood is a black hole of seasonless autumnal weather and motorcycle jackets, it appears that way. We don’t actually know if any of the Liars plan to leave Rosewood. Emily and Alison seem pretty cozy with the twins in the DiLaurentis house, working at Rosewood High. Hanna and Caleb now own the Lucas Loft and are living off Caleb’s sweet software money, and though Hanna once had a dubious future as a Fashion Designer, the only plan either of them seem to care about at the moment is Baby Haleb. Spencer and Toby appear to be rekindling their relationship, despite the fact that Toby failed to recognize the not-ness of Spencer's lady parts every time Alex sexually assaulted him (which, we hope, is something he and Spencer will work through carefully and with compassion for one another). And Aria’s only get-out-of-town plans at the moment are her honeymoon in the South of France. Surely of all the Liars, Aria will have reason/will enough to leave this hellscape once she’s making mad bank for her book-turned-movie.

Q: WAIT. I’m still stuck on the mystery-mystery. So how was the RPD/Tanner involved? What happened to Mary and Alex??
Hahahahahaha…they weren’t. Sure Mona SAID she called the cops while the rest of the Liars lost their heads on the race to Toby’s old-new house, and sure a “cop” showed up to “arrest” Alex, but, like always, not one Liar appears to have 1) noticed his French accent or 2) ever thought to follow up on Alex’s criminal case, or Mary Drake’s whereabouts (shame, Spencer!), and not one officer of the RPD ever thought to follow up with the Liars about the same. ROSEWOOD. Y’ALL ALMOST DESERVE EACH OTHER.

Q: Okay, so what happened to Mona?
SO GLAD YOU ASKED. Because our queen Mona DID get out of Rosewood. As a matter of fact, she hightailed it all the way to a creepy, old-timey street in Paris where she runs a creepy, old-timey doll shop while wearing berets and ballet flats. Very on-brand.

And remember that cop that arrested Alex? The one with the weird French accent? Turns out he wasn’t a cop at all, but rather Mona’s petit ami. Where did he come from? How did she meet him? How long can she POSSIBLY have known him, if Wren showed up at Welby a year ago, and she only got sprung back to the real world 48 hours ago? WHO KNOWS. But we do know that on that fateful night, under the fake-ass starlight sky in Alex’s underground bunker, when Mona said she “called 9-1-1” on her way over, what she actually meant was she called her French boyfriend to show up dressed as a cop and haul Mary and Alex away.

And knowing that she is surrounded by buffoons too caught up in their own ridiculous lives to so much as wonder at the fates of anyone other than themselves, Mona managed to smuggle Mary and Alex out of the country to her own underground bunker, under the floors of her Parisian doll shop, where she keeps them behind glass, dressed as dolls locked in an eternal hellish tea-time. She sips her tea and watches them through the glass, and we who had faith in Mona all along sleep well at night knowing that our girl got what she deserved in the end: to win the game.


Reign on, queen; reign on.

Q: So…is Rosewood actually an allegorical construct?
Funny you should mention! YES. Regarding the noir-ness of PLL’s use of Rosewood as a central character, Alexis wrote this in the Series Awards post:

Raymond Chandler’s subject was Los Angeles, and the anonymous, unrelenting darkness its shiny surface hides; at its best, Pretty Little Liars’ subject has been Rosewood, standing in for all anonymous American small towns, and the unrelenting darkness their quaintness hides.


Twenty-four hours a day somebody is running, somebody else is trying to catch him. Out there in the night of a thousand crimes people were dying, being maimed, cut by flying glass, crushed against steering wheels or under heavy car tires. People were being beaten, robbed, strangled, raped and murdered. People were hungry, sick, bored, desperate with loneliness or remorse or fear, angry, cruel, feverish, shaken by sobs. A city no worse than others, a city rich and vigorous and full of pride, a city lost and beaten and full of emptiness.

After so many seasons, and so many As, and so many figures of authority blaming the Liars for what all the As have put them through, the truth that the show shows clearest—whether it means to or not—is that there is nothing special at all about these 4-6 girls; nothing special about what they have gone through, nothing special about who they each are, nothing special about how they have endured. THEY, personally, have never truly been the root cause of any of the As’ brokenness. They are just girls, now women, trying to make it through an unfeeling world without suffering too much damage in the process. But in a world where the toxicity of the patriarchy is baked into every interaction, even ones that are private, even ones that are in girls-only spaces and relationships, making it through undamaged isn’t possible. The As torturing the Liars are heightened, unhinged manifestations of the damage girls and women suffer just to grow up, but so are the killers and plots in Chandler’s noirs. Rosewood is just the box that contains it.

Given that many precious minutes, including a full, beat-for-beat replay of That Night from episode 1x01 with Addison Derringer’s Liars 2.0 *after* our Liars said their series farewells to each other and us, and given that the Liars all chose to stay in Rosewood, despite the years of literal torture they experienced there (and the enormity of the world outside of Rosewood), Rosewood being an allegory for all the anonymous, dark small towns in America hiding the same anonymous, dark misogyny that plagues all girls, at all ages…well, it seems pretty darn believable.


Sorry, Emison twins: we guess we’ll be seeing you in 15 years.

Lingering Questions:  Who is the shady contractor that makes serious bank from building all these underground bunker torture chambers in Rosewood? Who are the actual parents of Emison’s twin babies? Where the heck are Mona’s parents? Why on earth do they think we want to relive this with a spin-off? Didn’t Veronica have cancer? Where is Magic Mike? What about "The Lady In Black is EndgAme" (Wilden's funeral)? HOW DID THE MOMS ESCAPE THE BASEMENT???


Nothing! That's it. We did it. We got the Liars all the way from sisterhood to amazing independent careers to marriage and babies! THE DREAM.

We also got some really solid friendships with each other, and hope for female-friendship-driven media in the future. 


No snarky caption, not even in the face of this, Aria's most amazingly ARIA outfit to date, just <3 <3 <3

We love you all. We will miss you.


A(lexis, Rosemary and Catie)

<-- Pretty Little Liars 7x19: Farewell, My Lovely

<-- Pretty Little Liars: 'A' is for All the Awards

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Last summer Philando Castile was driving his car in the suburb of Falcon Heights, outside St. Paul, Minnesota, when he was stopped by a police officer over a broken taillight — and also because Castile’s big, black, wide nose made him “look like a suspect” in a felony case. Castile calmly and politely answered Officer Jeronimo Yanez’s questions and then volunteered, per the requirements of the law, that he was a registered gun owner and had the weapon in his possession.

Following Yanez’s directives, Castile then tried to show the officer his identification. At that moment, Yanez was apparently overcome by Negrophobia and shot Castile five times. Castile’s girlfriend and child were in the car when this happened. Diamond Reynolds recorded the killing of her boyfriend and father of their child in real time, transmitting the images of his violent death via Facebook Live so millions of people could bear witness to the de facto lynching of another innocent black man by American police. Reynolds was then handcuffed and put in the back of a police patrol car, along with her child.

Where was the National Rifle Association? It does not care if a black gun owner is killed by the police.

Where is the FBI and the Department of Justice? Under Donald Trump and Attorney General Jeff Sessions, the police are encouraged and protected in their violence against black and brown people.

Where is the outrage from White America? There is none or at any rate not enough. The police are enforcers of the color line and in that role protect “good” white folks from “bad” black and brown people. If innocent black and brown people are killed in the process, such an outcome is merely an inconvenience. Given America’s bloody history along the color line, it would not be the first time that the suffering and death of black people has been used to pay the psychological and material wages of whiteness.

Where are the bloviators who shouted, “All Lives Matter!” Of course they are silent — if not actually celebrating the killing of Castile and the exoneration of Yanez. “All Lives Matter” was always just an updated and more polite version of saying “White power!” or perhaps “Sieg Heil!”

Where are the “white allies” who oppose racism? There are a few but not enough. As has been true from before the founding of the republic to the present, white people of conscience are rare in America.

Last week a jury found Yanez not guilty for his killing of Castile. Like so many other police officers, Yanez had mastered a simple phrase that almost always exonerates them for killing a person of color. All an officer ever has to say is some version of “I was afraid for my life,” and murder by cop becomes legal.
This grotesque system of American justice was shown to be even more twisted and wrong when a second video recording of Yanez’s encounter with Castile was released to the public on Tuesday. Here, the camera does not lie. Recorded from his police car, Yanez is shown to be a reckless coward who shoots Castile dead about 40 seconds after first speaking with him. In essence, Officer Yanez decided to play the role of the Grim Reaper. After revealing that he was a lawfully armed black man out in public, there was little if anything that Castile could do to avoid being shot dead.

This second video is a reminder of what black Americans (and some others) already know.

In America, being a black person is an existential condition that provokes and legitimizes violence against you.

In America, a gun is as a magical totem and fetish object that is inseparable from white masculinity, white manhood, white citizenship and a near monopoly by whites on lawful violence, especially against nonwhites. Black Americans are excluded from that compact, virtually by definition.

In America, black people are the walking dead when they encounter a police officer. In his book “Slavery and Social Death,” the sociologist Orlando Patterson observed:
The condition of slavery did not absolve or erase the prospect of death. Slavery was not a pardon; it was, peculiarly, a conditional commutation. The execution was suspended only as long as the slave acquiesced in his powerlessness. The master was essentially a ransomer. What he bought or acquired was the slave’s life, and restraints on the master’s capacity wantonly to destroy his life did not undermine his claim on that life. Because the slave had no socially recognized existence outside of his master, he became a social nonperson.
These insights about “persons” and “nonpersons,” power, life and death apply to black people and their interactions with the police in post-civil rights era America as well.

The legal murders of Philando Castile, Sylville Smith, Charleena Lyles, Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin, Tamir Rice, Michael Brown and so many others by America’s police and their allies is why the slogan “Black Lives Matter!” is both a demand for justice as well as an affirmation of the value of black folks’ lives.

The stress of living in a country where police violence and other types of institutional white supremacy are daily threats to their collective well-being largely explains why black Americans die at such disproportionate rates from diseases like heart disease and strokes. Racial battle fatigue is lethal.

State-sponsored violence against Philando Castile and other black people is why NFL quarterback Colin Kaepernick was correct to observe that America’s police can trace their origins to the slave patrols of the antebellum United States and too often act in the spirit of that lineage today.

Black Americans are not crazy, deranged, deluded, overly sensitive, lying or confused when they tell white people that the country’s police are racist and that the legal system is unjust and biased. For white Americans to believe otherwise, as recent public opinion surveys suggest they do, requires is willful denial, delusional thinking and cultivated ignorance. Even when confronted by the video and photographic evidence of police thuggery and violence against black and brown people, many millions of white Americans will convince themselves that cops are to be given the “benefit of the doubt.”

Ultimately, why is police thuggery and violence against black and brown Americans so common? On a basic level, this is the system working precisely as designed. White Americans, as a group, more or less go along with it. The verdict in the Philando Castile case should in no way come as a surprise. But this fact makes the outcome no less outrageous.
          Solid brick? You betcha- a former cop shop-turned-house is up for grabs in Toorak Gardens   

COP a look at this former police station turned four-bedroom home, which comes complete with a jail cell out the back.

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          ‘The Reason Why I’m Here’: Cop Adopts Child He Saved from Alleged Vicious Abuse   
From what Chief Stephen Fruen the outlet, the 8-year-old child's situation was nothing short of a horror story.
          Undocumented Immigrant to Win $190K Settlement After Cops Gave Him Up to ICE   
The city of San Francisco could pay up after a local cop told federal authorities about an undocumented immigrant.
          La responsabilitat social corporativa i els impostos   
El concepte de responsabilitat social corporativa reflecteix una demanda cada cop més insistent de la societat envers les empreses que està provocant un cert grau d’obertura i de transparència en [...]
          Comment on CES 2027 – OmniCorp unveil their latest product; Robocop by trampoline parks Canton OH   
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          Field Engineer / Application Engineer (Male only) - Wine Yard Technologies - India   
The job profile is to install and monitor our product WinCop brand Security Alarm System in various jewellery shops, corporate offices and financial institutes... ₹1,44,000 a year
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          Marketing Executive / Business Development Manager (Male only) - Wine Yard Technologies - India   
The job profile is to promote our product WinCop brand Security Alarm System to various jewellery shops, corporate offices and financial institutes in Hyderabad... ₹1,80,000 a year
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          Temper movie review: Jr NTR’s charisma saves Puri Jagannadh’s film!   
A spectacular performance from Rabhasa star makes Temper stand out from the usual run of the mill cop flicks While I went into the theatre to watch Jr NTR’s latest offing Temper, I came into terms with the fact that Telugu film industry is obsessed with cop flicks. Last all the big stars like Mahesh […]
          Pepsi-cola - "pete" 38" Cop Plush Toy - Promotional Collectible - Vintage - Rare   
Pepsi-cola – “pete” 38″ Cop Plush Toy – Promotional Collectible
          FxCop 10.0 is available   
Version 10.0 of FxCop is the version that ships with Visual Studio 2010 Premium. FxCop 10.0 is part of Version 7.1 of the Microsoft Windows SDK for Windows 7 and .NET Framework 4. Instructions Download the Microsoft Windows SDK for Windows 7 and .NET Framework 4 Version 7.1 Using elevated privileges execute FxCopSetup.exe from the...
          How to write custom static code analysis rules and integrate them into Visual Studio 2010   
This blog explains how to implement your own static code analysis rules for analyzing your .NET (C#, VB.NET, etc) code. The material was written by Todd King, one of the developers on the Visual Studio Code Analysis team.   NOTE: Writing custom FxCop rules, the associated APIs and the process for installing them is not...
          New for Visual Studio 2008 SP1 and FxCop 1.36 – Multi-targeting rule   
I’ve just published a post over my blog about a new feature we added for Visual Studio 2008 SP1 and FxCop 1.36. New for Visual Studio 2008 SP1 and FxCop 1.36 – Multi-targeting rule
          FxCop 1.36 Released!   
We are pleased to announce that we’ve released the next version of FxCop. This release has a number of changes since FxCop 1.36 Beta 2, including, but not limited to, the following: Bug fixes that reduce noise, missing analysis and rule crashes. New portability rule: Use Only API from Targeted Framework.  This rule will fire when...
           130: ...And Special Guest Star Robocop is Bleeding   
This month's episode of the MetaFilter podcast features long-time member and mensch robocop is bleeding! Give it a listen!
          Only cop charged in connection to Sandra Bland’s death cuts a deal   

Brian Encinia, the officer who pulled Sandra Bland over in 2015, was the only one brought up on charges in connection to her arrest and eventual death in police custody. He faced a charge of perjury after giving false information as to why he took her out of her car that day. He claimed it […]

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          Catch the emotion packed action entertainer ‘Theri’ only on Sony MAX   
Sony MAX, India’s premiere Hindi movie channel brings, Theri, an action packed Tamil blockbuster that has an important message for society. This South Indian dubbed Hindi movie tries to stress on the importance of raising children well and making them responsible citizens of the country. 
Directed by Atlee with Vijay, Samantha and Amy Jackson in pivotal roles, Theri is loaded with action sequences and emotions to satisfy all kinds of viewers. Vijay plays Joseph Kuruvilla, Vijay Kumar and Dharmeshwar in Theri wherein one of the characters is a cop and Samantha plays his wife Mithra, a doctor by profession. Interestingly the tough cop sees an opposition in the form of an influential man (Mahendran) in the area. Vijay then takes revenge on Mahendran after his family is attacked.

Watch the blockbuster ‘Theri’ on 1st July at 8pm only on Sony MAX

          OBG 183: License to Shill   
In this episode Isaac and Erik talk with Sen-Foong Lim about working with IPs and licensed games.
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          Comment on Calling all white people, part 16: Devil’s advocate deviltry by Genevieve Morgan   
I had two visits from the police last week. My two young-adult sons live at home with me. We are white. The first visit was at 2am, when a cop woke us all up because he had felt the hood of my car and it was warm. There had been a call about a sort-of similar car leaving a parking accident and somehow the cop knew the car was headed to my neighborhood. My sons had been home for an hour and it was not them, but because it was late and I was disoriented and sleepy, I woke them both up and allowed the cop to question them. It was only after that I realized I had placed my sons in a terrible situation. The cop was friendly (and, never forget, we are white so have that privilege) and acted like we weren't suspects, but even so, he was not on our side. If my sons had not been home and accounted for, they might have been in trouble even though they were completely innocent. Plus, it was 2am. We were all in our underwear. The whole thing was nuts. My sons aren't black, but being young and male, they were profiled that night. I got a little taste of what my POC friends and neighbors have to deal with every single day. Not sure if this story is useful, but I wanted to share. I respect the police, but I recognize they are not my friends,.
          EHHH….SIAPA YANG PANIK?   

Ketua Penerangan UMNO, Annuar Musa berkata, tindakan pembangkang cuba memanipulasi laporan DOJ adalah bertujuan mengalih tumpuan daripada isu penubuhan Suruhanjaya Diraja berkaitan urusniaga mata wang asing atau forex yang ditubuhkan kerajaan.
Kata beliau, keputusan kerajaan menubuhkan Suruhanjaya Diraja itu telah mewujudkan keadaan panik di kalangan pembangkang.
Benarkah pembangkang sedang panik?
Sebelum panik, mari kita fahami dahulu beza antara DOJ dengan forex.
Isu DOJ ialah berkaitan 1MDB yang daripada syarikat pelaburan kerajaan tersebut dipercayai hampir RM20,000 juta telah diselewengkan dan dalam masa yang sama, hutangnya pula mencecah RM55,000 juta.
1MDB ditubuhkan oleh Najib, Pengerusi Lembaga Penasihatnya Najib, Perdana Menteri Najib, Pengerusi Mesyuarat Kabinet Najib, Menteri Kewangan Najib dan orang yang terikat secara langsung dengan Artikel 117 M & A syarikat iaitu berkuasa meluluskan sebarang urusan berkaitan kewangan dan pelaburan 1MDB juga adalah Najib.
Berdasarkan laporan DOJ, turut didedahkan bahawa “Malaysian Official 1” telah mendapat sejumlah RM3,000 juta daripada dana 1MDB yang dilencongkan melalui akaun peribadinya, manakala “isteri Malaysian Official 1” menerima hadiah barang kemas serta perhiasan mewah daripada Jho Low bernilai kira-kira RM128 juta.
Meskipun sehingga ini tiada sesiapa mahu mengaku sebagai “Malaysian Official 1”, tetapi Pengarah Komunikasi Strategik BN, Abdul Rahman Dahlan dengan bangga mengesahkan ia adalah Najib.
Urusniaga matawang asing yang menyebabkan negara kerugian sehingga AS10 bilion kira-kira 25 tahun lalu adalah diuruskan oleh Bank Negara dengan pegawai yang dikatakan bertanggungjawab mengenainya ketika itu ialah Nor Mohamed Yakcop.
Ketika itu, Tun Mahathir Mohamad hanyalah Perdana Menteri dan Pengerusi Mesyuarat Kabinet, manakala Menteri Kewangan ialah Anwar Ibrahim.
Memang berlaku kerugian dalam urusniaga forex, tetapi ia adalah berkaitan perniagaan yang tertakluk kepada ada masa untung, ada masa rugi.
Namun, tindakan pencegahan telah diambil untuk mengelakkan kerugian lebih menimbun, bahkan Nor Mohamed Yakcop juga telah diarah meletakkan jawatan dan dilarang terlibat dalam urusan kewangan negara sebagaimana yang disahkan oleh Anwar ketika mengadap Pasukan Petugas Khas sebelum ini.
Meskipun berlaku kerugian, nilai ringgit ketika itu tidak begitu terancam atau jadi lemah dengan mendadak. Segala-galanya dalam keadaan terkawal, malah sehingga Tun Mahathir berundur pada 2003 dan Tun Abdullah Badawi menjadi Perdana Menteri dan meletakkan jawatan pada 2009, nilai ringgit tidaklah terlalu buruk berbanding ketika era Najib yang diselubungi gerhana 1MDB.
Di sebalik kerugian forex juga, tiada sesiapa termasuk Tun Mahathir dan Anwar yang diketahui ada kemasukan beribu-ribu juta wang ke dalam akaun bank peribadi mereka.
Tetapi, di sebalik 1MDB, begitu ramai yang mendapag manfaat dan untungnya, termasuk tiba-tiba mampu menghasilkan filem di Hollywood dan memberi apartment mewah di New York dan London.
Selain itu, berbeza dengan forex di mana beberapa tindakan telah pun diambil, apa tindakan  kerajaan terhadap petualang-petualang 1MDB?
Maka, antara DOJ yang bertindak berkaitan 1MDB dan Suruhanjaya Diraja yang ditubuhkan kabinet untuk menyiasat forex, siapa yang sepatutnya lebih panik?
BN dan Najib atau pembangkang serta Tun Mahathir?
Adakah Annuar Musa turut sama panik bersama mereka yang sedang panik?
          Nightclub shooter tazed by cop   
Nightclub shooter tazed by cop A cameraman happens to be with a police officer as a man opens fire inside a nearby Fairbanks nightclub (called Area 51). The cop and cameraman are outside as the shooter fails to make an escape and gets tasered.

          Cop Gets Tazed   
Cop Gets Tazed Watch how hard this guy goes down after getting tazed. The more you watch it the funnier it gets.

          Cruising for a partner   
In search of the merger to end all mergers
TAKE-OVERS, mergers, acquisitions, consolidation. Call it what you like. The cruise industry is abuzz with likely changes (so what else is new!) that could radically alter the industry’s balance. Principal among them, of course, is the circling of P&O Princess by Carnival Corp (CC) and Royal Caribbean (RCCL), but P&O may not be the only prey.

Star Cruises, the world’s number-four cruise line and perhaps soon to be number three, has already opened the door to a potential merger. In truth, what appears to be a dramatic shake-out is merely another phase in the metamorphosis of a relatively young industry that is still defining itself and being defined by consumers.

The world’s three largest cruise companies may have to wait for the better part of a year before anti-trust regulators on either side of the Atlantic work through the details of both deals and make their decisions.

The possible permutations stemming from the hands already on the table are many, but the general consensus among industry analysts is that both CC and RCL will at least wait to see what the regulators say. The proposed $7Bn RCL-P&O merger has already been approved by Germany’s hard-line regulators, giving the company a fillip as it awaits word from authorities in Britain and the US Federal Trade Commission (FTC). Carnival’s $5.4Bn bid must be approved by both the FTC and EU.

The ultimate outcome is clouded by some of the personal dynamics involved. Carnival chair Micky Arison’s Israeli father Ted founded the company, and the family controls 47 per cent of the stock. The Arison family’s intense rivalry with that of fellow Israeli shipping magnate Eyal Ofer may extend to stymieing his bid for a share of the world cruise crown. Ofer and Hyatt Corp chair Thomas Pritzker’s Cruise Associates would own more than 12 per cent of any RCL-P&O combination.

As Florida-based cruise analyst Murray Markin of Strategic Decisions observes, "So much of the industry these days is about personalities. An ability to get along is part of the mix. It’s the oil and water factor. It’s not just pure business any more."

Some P&O shareholders are also wary of Cruise Associates’ ally and fellow RCL director Arne Wilhelmsen, whose Oslo-based shipping and investment company, Anders Wilhelmsen & Co, would hold almost as much stock in a cruise merger. The three men would wield 24.25 per cent of voting power – just 0.75 per short of the clout to veto proposals requiring the standard 75 per cent shareholder approval. Fellow RCL director John Chandris, through Archinav Holdings, would control 1.95 per cent of merged stock and has indicated he would back the other big three RCL players in any vote.

The current consolidation battle has given other lines cause to evaluate their relative positions and that of the industry as a whole. Mark S Conroy, chair of the Cruise Lines International Association (CLIA) and president/CEO of Florida-located luxury operator Radisson Seven Seas Cruises, told Fairplay: "The consolidation issue has no real immediate impact on me at Radisson, but I do have some concerns. Consolidation may produce such big players that they’ll think they become the cruise industry almost by default, which makes it hard for everyone else to get their message across."

Conroy does worry about market power: "If you have a bigger share of the market, you can also affect the travel agency distribution system. You can approach a big group and say ‘If you deal with Radisson we’ll hurt you.’ You have to be careful about hurting the industry because the cruise industry is not like air travel [in the US] where people have to take planes. Nobody has to take a cruise. If they don’t like what’s on offer, they’ll do something else with their money. They’ll visit Disney or travel to Europe."

Travel agents are adopting a wait-and-see attitude, having been the meat in the sandwich before when some cruise lines spat them out because they did not like the taste of returns. In the week before last September’s terrorist attacks in the US, Carnival unilaterally slashed in half the agents’ commission on the air leg of cruise packages, calling it "a positive move since… commissions are the biggest component of expense that impacts the bottom line." Other cruise lines followed suit. Post-September 11, the cruise companies changed their tune and were wooing the agents with new, incentive-based commissions to try to generate business in a spooked market.

It is no secret that many agents feel used and squeezed by cruise companies. There are now fewer than 25,000 full-service travel agencies in the US, down from 35,000 a few years ago.

Mark Conroy, wearing his hat as CLIA chair, says the cruise industry has to be careful not to let consolidation hurt agents. "We need to treat them more professionally and help ourselves by helping them make more money. The agents are important to us because they’re putting more fish in the pond. We [the cruise lines] are just a feeder on the rim. They’re growing the pie if you like."

Bill Leiber, senior VP sales and marketing for Florida-based ultra-luxury operator Silversea Cruises, is not only unfazed by consolidation, but sees benefits for the industry in the way products are sold.

What we’re seeing is a merger of brands and elements in the distribution channel," he told Fairplay. "We seem to be heading towards much more opportunity for a kind of dealership concept whereby agents are committed to one company." That would mean commission benefits for an agent who specialises in selling only one cruise company’s brands. Commissions could be linked to productivity levels per brand. "They’ll become knowledge-based experts who’ll be true consultants," says Leiber.

"It’s so damned competitive now," he sighs. "Each brand has its own identity. Some brand uniqueness may disappear, but I’m not concerned about consolidation. That’s the way the world operates. If customers don’t want to be required to go with the flow and they want uniqueness, they’ll go to individualised companies which is the way we’ve positioned ourselves."

Leiber sees it "a bit like the entertainment industry. You’ve got your major studios and you’ve got your megaplexes [multi-screen cinema outlets] showing mass appeal films like a Robocop 2, but there’s still a market for films for independent thinkers."

Agents are not the only cruise players feeling shivers from the winds of consolidation. Some nations in the Caribbean, the regional economy of which has become heavily cruise-reliant, felt nervous after what they perceived as some cruise companies’ knee-jerk reactions post-September 11. One veteran Caribbean port authority manager who did not wish to be named told Fairplay: "They were pretty quick to try to cut corners and screw [Caribbean] ports on charges and schedules and that left an unpleasant taste in some people’s mouths."

Asked what effect cruise line consolidation may have on his region, such as rationalised port calls, he said: "These guys already act like the Florida Mafia the way they push their weight around so it’s only going to make them worse. Our politicians go knocking on their doors in Miami, looking for crumbs off the table, so who knows how they’ll divide the scraps if they get any bigger?"

Star Cruises, the world’s number-four cruise company, appears decidedly relaxed about consolidation. Indeed, the Malaysian-based company believes if it were swept up in the consolidation current, it would give the company greater flexibility and more opportunities. Chief operating officer Chong Chee Tut says: "If somebody knocks on our door with the right offer, we will be interested." But he quickly points out that there has been no active interest thus far. The company still bears bruises from its 2000 brush with Carnival. The two tussled in January of that year for control of Oslo-based NCL Holdings, parent of Norwegian Cruise Line. In the end, Carnival pulled out and Star had to borrow almost $800M to finance the take-over.

The 19-ship Star group, also including Orient Lines, is controlled by Kuala Lumpur’s Genting leisure conglomerate, headed by self-made billionaire Lim Goh Tong, which has global tentacles in the casino, hotel and resort industries. Its business, heavily Asia-focused, has accumulated $38M in net losses in the past two years (mostly in 2000), which included the acquisition of Norwegian Cruise Line. It has cut salaries, centralised back office functions and squeezed capital expenditure as part of "necessary measures" to turn the company around. It also wound back loss-making operations in Japan and Taiwan and will add a second ship, Norwegian Wind, to the growing Hawaii market this year.

A UK daily newspaper reported in early February that Carnival might try to acquire Star as a fallback position if its bid for P&O fails, postulating that regulators probably will not okay both deals. An unidentified analyst was quoted as saying it "would be a great wrecking strategy for Carnival" and would "frighten the regulators". A Carnival-Star bloc would deliver 62 ships and 84,000 berths, which compares with Carnival’s proposed P&O embrace, which would produce 54 ships and 81,000 berths.

Radisson’s Mark Conroy does not underestimate Carnival. "Consolidation is all about adding value. Carnival’s acquisition of Holland [America Line] is a good example. Holland has boomed. Carnival has also grown Costa. But Carnival is not a fixer. It doesn’t have a great track record picking up troubled lines. It’s not a great turnaround company."

Cruise analyst Murray Markin believes there is little room for much more consolidation after discounting the big three (CC, RCL & P&O). "There’s really not that much left, although you never know what Micky [Arison] is going to do. Maybe Carnival will go back after NCL. Maybe Radisson, but I doubt it. Who knows?

The reasons for consolidation are picking up brand values and/or lessening competition. The current battle doesn’t change the balance much. It’s not about getting more ships. It’s just nice not to have another competitor. I think RCL will have less opportunity to grow through diversification. Looking at the bigger picture, some of the smaller operators [in the US] could be in trouble in a consolidation environment," says Markin.

One cruise company senior executive told Fairplay: "Silversea is one to watch. They are going to have to ask themselves if they’re going to be a business." Controlled by the Lefebvre family in Rome, former Sitmar Cruises owners, the Fort Lauderdale-based company trimmed its sails in the post-September 11 environment, shedding ten per-cent of its shore-side workers, outsourcing some in-house services and mothballing one of its four ships until 2003. The Silver Wind is being refurbished in Genoa and will resume service next March, operating in Asia.

Overshadowing all talk of consolidation, year 2001 continues to weigh heavily upon the industry. As one US cruise company publicist told Fairplay, "Nobody would be foolish enough to look too far ahead any more after what happened on September 11. It made us realise we’re all more vulnerable than we could ever have thought – and that means we still are."
          Tecnologie - i primi poliziotti Robot entrano in servizio (xrw123)   
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          BART Cops (Raw Footage) Fatally Shoot Unarmed Man in the Back Wh   
BART Cops (Raw Footage) Fatally Shoot Unarmed Man in the Back Wh 1992: A BART cop shoots and kills an unarmed man who is walking away.2001: A BART cop shoots an unarmed naked man.2009: A BART cop shoots an unarmed man in the back while he is lying on the ground in custodyBART Cops Shoot Unarmed Man Oscar Grant in the Back While He Was Hancuffed and Restrained in Bart Train Station in Oakland CaliforniA

          MTA Worker Arrested For Allegedly Not Helping Police Pursuit   
MTA Worker Arrested For Allegedly Not Helping Police Pursuit An MTA clerk was arrested on charges of assault and obstruction of governmental administration after allegedly refusing to open a subway gate for a cop chasing a suspect last month, and now transit workers are calling his arrest "an attack against all the station agents." [ more › ]
          The Tearoom as a record of risky business   

WARNING: This post spoils what happens in The Tearoom. If you care about that, you should probably play the game before reading any further.

The Tearoom is a historical public bathroom simulator about anxiety, police surveillance, and sucking off other dudes' guns. In it, you basically cruise other willing strangers for sex, and try to have some fun without getting caught by undercover police. It's heavily inspired by Laud Humphreys' epic Tearoom Trade (1970), a meticulous 180 page sociological study of men who have quick anonymous sex with men in public bathrooms ("tearooms" in US, "cottages" in UK), along with interviews, diagrams, and derived "rules" for participating in the tearoom trade.

My game is set in a small roadside public bathroom in Ohio in 1962. Much of the game sequences and gameplay are based on Humphreys' notes (in his book, Humphreys even calls it a "game" himself) and the layout of the bathroom is based partly on diagrams from his observation reports. And while I wanted the game to be about gay history, I also wanted it to speak to how video games think of sex and violence.

This is also the most complicated sex game I've ever made. It took me ~8-9 months of on-and-off work to finish it, it has several different systems going on, so it's going to take a while to unpack the history and my intent. Buckle up!...

Few video games feature peeing or pooping, but still frequently feature bathrooms for the sake of completeness. To make the bathroom "useful", level designers often stash powerups or ventilation ducts or forgotten keycards in them, but those are all secondary to the bathroom's ultimate function in a video game: to signal expense and production value. In immersive sims like Deus Ex Human Revolution or Prey (2017), the player can turn on showers and flush toilets, and each fixture sports a complex effects setup with swirling particles and refracting water shaders. This "wasteful" use of draw calls and texture memory helps assure you of the game's high budget and huge production team. (For more on the expense of video game water, see Pippin Barr's water museum "v r 3".)

In The Tearoom, I replicate the logic of the pointless expensive video game bathroom. I gratuitously cover every surface with high resolution physically-based materials, apply layers of dirt and grunge decals, lightmap the room at a high luxel density, and incorporate unique period details like vintage light switches and old faucets. I also hand-modeled the Cadillac of urinals, a luxurious drop-floor "Hinsdale", scaled to the original patent drawings... I even do one better than most AAA video games, and allow the player to freely urinate as much as they like. (However, the urine does pool rather unrealistically, to exaggerate the complexity of my flushing simulation.)

Just as video game bathrooms don't serve any crucial gameplay purpose, my urination system serves no real gameplay purpose. This pointlessness evokes the logic of cruising the tearoom for sex: you aren't there to pee, but rather you're there to pretend to pee. The bathroom and the pee are a pretext to provide plausible deniability, and "immerse" tearoom players together.

In his research, Humphreys talks about "interaction membranes" -- in game design, we have a similar concept called "the magic circle". Whatever you call it, it's some sort of loose boundary between players and non-players; players are inside the circle or membrane, while non-players are outside of it. This space of consent is crucial for play. Chasing a fellow player inside a game of tag is expected, while chasing a random bystander outside on the street could be harassment.

Inside the magic membrane of the tearoom, there were big risks to propositioning the wrong guy for sex, whether he's totally unwitting or actively hostile. It was very important to figure out who thought it was just a bathroom vs. who knew it was a tearoom. To help players see each other, tearooms evolved a complex ritual / "handshake" of certain stances and eye contact and "showing hard" over time, allowing players to wordlessly "seal the contract" (sexual consent) quickly and effectively.

In my game, I mimic this same look-based ritual for the first phase of every encounter. To establish shared sexual interest, the player and NPC must repeatedly make eye contact. If the player is slow, the NPC coughs to try to get the player's attention; if the player never reciprocates the gaze, then the NPC eventually leaves. Some NPCs are totally oblivious bystanders who will leave right after they pee, while some timid NPCs scare easily from forceful eye contact.

This segment was hard to design because decades of male heterosexual hegemony have trained gamers into thinking of "looking" as a "free" action, with few consequences or results. After several mildly disastrous playtests, I noticed players still weren't understanding that looking has power to it, so in the end I had to implement some really obvious iconography and prompting. I literally had to add flashing "eye" icons everywhere to try to get the idea of "gaze" across. Some players still don't get it, but I think I want to stop short of a big flashing text bubble "LOOK AT HIS FUCKING DICK OK??"

Then finally, when shared sexual consent is established though repeated eye contact, gestures, and pregnant pauses, the NPC will walk over and the player will automatically get down on their knees to orally service the NPC.

This is the part of the game when you suck-off a gun as quickly as possible, which, um, departs a bit from Humphreys' 1970 sociological study. My design emerged from a difficult problem: how do you give first person fellatio in a game? As an experienced real-life practitioner, it is my opinion that video games can't do this justice because a blurry appendage thrusting toward you, clipping through the camera, is not erotic, and such a literal approach would've been inscrutable and disappointing. Instead, I wanted a bit more of the fantasy, to show the excitement and pleasure and why these men would seek each other out in a public bathroom.

So in this game, you service a fellow gun owner's "gun" from the side, thus maintaining a clear readable silhouette. If the gun is flaccid, you're clearly not doing enough, but if it's twitching upward then you know it likes it. The basic licking mechanic is pretty simple: you point your tongue at a randomly selected "sweet spot" on the gun, then rapidly click / wiggle your mouse to satisfy that sweet spot. You must repeat it anywhere from 6 rounds (M1879 Reichsrevolver) to 50 rounds (M249 "SAW" LMG). As you fill it with ammunition, the gun surface gradually transitions from a fleshy biomechanical "Cronenberg" texture to a "sexy" gunmetal finish. Then upon climax, the gun empties its blanks into the air, unavoidably bathing your face with milky gun oil.

"What if this gun is my penis" is a pretty obvious metaphor, but it helped me ensure a variety of shapes to orally service. You could say gun culture is somewhat body-positive -- there is relatively little size-shaming around unique pistol designs (e.g. a Mauser C96) or unique concepts (e.g. the trendy "Obrez"), a gun can be "cool" for a myriad of reasons. Take that, size queens! More importantly, guns also help me escalate my resistance against Twitch's draconian game-banning policies because guns are clearly not penises. Therefore, there is no basis for Twitch to ban my game, like it banned the rest of my games -- however, if they still ban my game, then it will be the first time in history that the game industry regulates and bans a game about guns.

As usual, I'm interested mostly in the political implications. The game industry is a huge driver of gun culture, pushing specific gun brands and gunmetal shader aesthetics. I want to compare these gun politics of visibility to bathroom politics of visibility. There is a breathtaking disconnect between advocates of "open carry", who insist they're not intimidating the public when they brandish AR-15 type rifles in playgrounds -- and their same support for anti-trans bathroom laws like HB2, which operate by a more hypothetical line of sight, where a hypothetical woman might faint from catching a brief glimpse of a penis through the slits of a bathroom stall. If only trans people could fire a hundred bullets per second with their genitals -- then maybe they could finally enjoy the same freedoms that guns do?

But what is the LGBTQ community's relationship to violence? Historically, cops have been perhaps the #1 most dangerous enemy of gay / trans / queer people for decades, and continue to target gay people today: in 2016, the Toronto Police started "Project Marie" to target gay men who cruised parks late at night; and since at least 2004 and continuing today, the NYPD have been targeting men at the Port Authority who "seem gay", spying on them through slits in bathroom stalls and charging them with "public indecency." (Isn't going to the Port Authority already punishment enough?)

However, my game specifically cites one notorious 1962 police entrapment operation in Mansfield, Ohio: in July and August of 1962, the Mansfield police installed a two-way mirror in a public men's bathroom, and did a two month stake-out to record everyone in the bathroom. At the end of the summer, they convicted 38 men on charges of sodomy with a mandatory minimum one year prison sentence. William E. Jones' haunting "found documentary" Tearoom (2007) consists of the original 1962 police surveillance footage, minimally edited, so you can see just how fucked-up these cops were: watch two scared dudes barely manage to rub themselves out -- and as the camera repeatedly pans down to their crotches, you can practically hear the cop behind the camera salivating over how he's going to ruin their lives.

If you watch Jones' film, you may notice the men are surprisingly diverse -- poor, middle-class, white, black, young, old -- but the one thing that is the same is their behavior. They are always nervously watching the door, worried that someone might see them. The instant they hear someone else outside, they must be ready to zip-up and pretend nothing was happening.

This is also why the Mansfield Police Dept's morality crusade against tearoom trade made no sense. Supposedly these "sexual deviates" were degrading the town's fine moral fiber -- but how, who, where, and when? There were no damages and the tearoom players stopped whatever they were doing if anyone walked in; children and teenagers were specifically despised and shunned as "chicken." Humphreys argued convincingly that there was also little threat to abstaining straight men here: if you don't want sex and don't reciprocate signals, then no one will bother you. So where exactly is the crime here, other than some clandestine scratch and sniff?

Is a public bathroom a 100% totally public space? If you're being honest, then no, it's not exactly like a public plaza or a sidewalk. Bathrooms also have enclosures and stalls and an expectation of privacy, they are a sort of public-private space. But what kind of public, and whose privates?

The Mansfield police had to figure out how to jail people for having "public sex" that wasn't actually in public view. If a tree falls in the woods and no one's there to hear it, then can you prosecute the tree for sodomy? To make this invisible subtext visible, the Mansfield police secretly recorded the public bathroom for 2 months and basically made one of the first full-color gay porn films in history. The ending sequence of this game, triggered by either acquiring all 8 guns or getting arrested 8 times, reveals a similar cop surveillance setup with a two-way mirror.

Thankfully, no other US police department went to such creepy lengths to prosecute men for having consensual sex with men, but many departments did deploy undercover plain-clothes officers to actively solicit and entrap men. (Most famously, in the case of singer George Michael in 1998.)

Thus, each NPC in this game has a 23% chance of being an undercover cop. As in my previous game Stick Shift, I specifically used a relevant statistic from a 2015 study of anti-LGBT violence: of LGBT people who've survived abuse or violence from a stranger, police officers were 23% of the perpetrators. I like the gesture of imbuing politics within the game code itself, and I like how it plays out in the game balance: 23% chance sometimes feels a bit too frequent in the game... as it should.

When the game code spawns a cop, that guy's personality is set to 100% horniness. He will quickly enter sex with you with minimal eye contact or ritual. He wants to trap you. My hope is that some players notice that cops are always horny, and begin to grow suspicious of horny non-cops as well. Should you be worried if someone seems too friendly, too eager? Will they report you, are they a cop? This is how surveillance destroys trust between people.

Cops also have other "tells": they are never nervous and they will never look behind their backs. Also, outside the window, a shadowy cop car will slowly roll-up and watch you. If you manage to notice these cues early on, then you should probably ignore the cop until he leaves. But if you don't catch any of those tells, and obliviously complete the eye contact stage only to realize everything too late, then your only choice is to quit the game.

I'm fascinated by meta-mechanics like save scumming, a strategy where players reload their save-game if they get bad results. Get a bad dice roll? Reload the game and roll again! If it's allowed by the game, then isn't it part of the game? And if the game saves automatically, then maybe you can quit without saving by pressing Alt-F4 in time, or set your save file as read-only, and get a second chance anyway. (This is also similar to how we consume porn around parents or employers, desperately closing a browser tab to avoid detection... But don't kid yourself, your mom knows everything.)

I like the idea that quitting the game is part of the game. Instead of rage quit, maybe this is like a fear quit? I also try to encourage game-quitting by adding a literal exit door inside the game world. But after some playtests, it was clear that some (innocent, honorable) players still didn't realize they could quit the game to avoid getting caught, so in the end, I had to add a straightforward tutorial message: "if you see the cops, then leave the game."

However if you don't manage to escape in time, then you get arrested, either before or after you begin servicing the undercover cop. Upon arrest, sirens blare and a uniformed officer spawns to stand in the doorway to block any escape -- and the cops delete all your game progress. (For example, if you managed to fellate 5 of 8 possible guns, then you lose your gun collection, and have to start over from 0.)

Given the possibility of losing everything in an instant, I hope my players feel anxious about cops -- to evoke a shred of the same stakes that the real-life tearoom players lived with, and the stakes that many people still live with today. And in 2017, if you make a game with cops in it, then you probably have to address race somehow.

In the game, the random percentage chance of encountering a black man is based on 1960 US census data. According to page 1-44 of "General Demographic Trends for Metropolitan Areas, 1960-1970", Mansfield was about 5.82% black (6853 / 117761) and so, I have hardcoded that exact probability into the game. That relatively rarity means that some players may play through 5-10 encounters before meeting a black man, and when they do, I imagine white players may feel surprised -- and then maybe feel bad for feeling surprised -- and then wonder whether he's secretly a cop -- but then were there any black cops in Ohio in 1962? etc.

And if we're talking about historical bathroom politics, then we also have to acknowledge racial segregation. In Ohio and many other US states, racial segregation was still legal as late as 1959, and of course likely continued informally afterward. This history bleeds into Humphreys' 1970 study when he quotes a white police officer, who warns Humphreys (who is white) against cruising a certain bathroom because of "trouble with the [n*ggers]" there, implying there would be a heavier police presence and response at that bathroom.

Race and sexuality and bathrooms still converge today. In one case from 2007, white Republican politician Bob Allen was arrested and convicted for soliciting sex from an undercover police officer in a public bathroom in a park. Allen offered to pay $20 to let him give the undercover cop a blowjob -- but in court, he claimed he did it only because he was afraid the cop (who was black) intended to rob him. In her amazing book "Not Gay - Sex Between Straight White Men" (2015), scholar Jane Ward understands Allen within a long history of straight white dudes routinely having sex with each other, and that Allen's supposed crime was not in soliciting a man for sex, but rather in soliciting a black man for sex. When Allen crossed some sort of weird imagined racial-sex line to desire a black man, it signaled that he was so deeply gay that it overwhelmed his sense of racism, breaking the ranks of "white solidarity". (Again, recall the white cop warning Humphreys to stay away from a black tearoom.)

If Allen had solicited a white guy, maybe he still could've argued he was straight, as many tearoom players did. Humphreys wrote about this surprisingly high proportion of straight men, even (controversially) following some men home from the tearoom, and interviewing them about their lives to confirm that they actually lived a "straight life". Turns out they weren't closet-case gay men in denial, they were just straight men who liked having sex with men (MSM) and tearooms were convenient for them. (Today, maybe some of these men would identify as bisexual or queer?)

In her book, Ward also wants us to consider why some straight men seem to co-opt gay sex as "experiments", "hazing rituals", "jokes", and "bromances." When the Hells Angels makeout or heterosexual soldiers anally penetrate each other for shits and giggles, they present their straightness as totally unassailable, and trivialize gay sex as non-sexual or amusingly humiliating. They argue that having sex with men is "not gay" because only straight sex is "real sex", so therefore gay sex is basically masturbation or a prank. Personally, this attitude disturbs me, because it comes off as a homophobic performance of homoeroticism, which is a tone that some asshole YouTubers regularly perform when they play and profit off my games.

And that is also why the dicks in this game can be guns: many of these men don't think tearoom sex qualifies as real sex. These penises might as well be guns for all they care, they're just appreciating each others' equipment and masculinity, and helping each other out with their "not gay" urges -- and sometimes even while hating gay people?

The imagined end point of this theory is a catastrophic gay sex apocalypse, a fateful day when straight men will have completely co-opted gay sex acts to enrich their own heteromasculinity. Meanwhile, gay men will be stuck with boring straight male stuff like government-sanctioned marriage and cargo shorts. Cargo shorts!!!

I mean, ok, honestly, I haven't met all these millions of straight men who love gay sex, and I'm trusting all these researchers' words. I think I definitely agree with Ward's larger political point -- gay sex, especially in quasi-public or semi-private places, helps reify and build gay culture. The point of the tearoom comes down to this: when and where are gay people allowed to do our gay shit?!

If the police are going to raid and shutdown all our gay bathhouses or gay bars or gay theaters, fine, then maybe gay people should just do gay shit everywhere, all the time! Because without gay places and a gay geography, there can be no gay community. So maybe one answer is to project our gayness everywhere, and remap the entire city to our needs. Why stop at just one gay bar, when the entire city could be like a gay bar? (If you want to know more about this, I highly recommend reading Samuel Delany's "Times Square Red, Times Square Blue")

The tearoom represents an exciting and radical reclamation of public space, for members of the public who usually aren't allowed any space of their own. Humphreys used the phrase "patterns of collective action" to refer to these dudes bonking each other, but to me that phrase also has a political tinge that reminds us how the tearoom is / was also a collective of white and black men, working class and middle class men, and straight and gay men... uh, bonking each other.

But if there's any simple moral to be gleaned from this game, I just hope you never look at a bathroom, or park, or office, or shopping mall, etc. the same way ever again. Above all, the tearoom is about transforming the world around you by seeing (creative, erotic) potential in every corner and crevice. Even if you're not a sex-with-men-haver, how can you remap your world to strengthen your community? All you need is some willing players.

Maybe the tearoom is just the beginning.

This post is already way too long, so I'm just going to stick some loose ends down here:

BLADDERS / URINE: because of all the different combinations and modularity (4 different NPC types, with 8 different guns, and 1 player) the urine system has a strange structure -- every urinal is in charge of peeing into itself. A urinal does not care who is telling it to pee into itself, it could be the player or an NPC, using any kind of gun. I know some of my fans will no doubt be disappointed that this isn't a piss / water sports game, but I feel like the only place I could never set such a game is precisely in a bathroom.

MUSIC: four tracks by The Lonesome Billies. In general, I had trouble finding a country band that wanted to be associated with my weird gay sex games (which felt annoying and borderline homophobic to me, but whatever) so I'm thankful that this band was OK with my use of their music. I feel that country music is pretty underrepresented in video games, and I thought they were a good fit because they evoke a sort of Merle Haggard / Johnny Cash "outlaw country" 1970s honky tonk sound that has some rural working class roots (unlike 2015-era "bro country") while also feeling a little pop and punk. I guess it gives this a vaguely "Brokeback" vibe or something.

STALLS: I originally had a mechanic where you could run into a stall and hide whenever you wanted, or dudes would walk in while you were still sitting in the stall. It generated really cool moments where you could look though the gaps in the stall partitions and see a guy walking in. Unfortunately, it confused a lot of playtesters, who either didn't understand that the stall was a sort of "trophy room" where you see your gun collection, or they expected too much and hoped the guy would come into the stall with them. Because I'm only one developer and this project was already taking way too long, I had to limit my gameplay to just fellatio in front of the urinal, but I prefer that focus and vulnerability.

ANACHRONISM: while I like stressing how historical this game is, there's also some places where I really just didn't care about historical consistency... the 2000s-era modern police car, the eclectic choice of guns (I didn't even know they made AK-12s!), the modern surveillance camera revealed at the end. If I had to discern some meaning from it, I'd say I wanted to emphasize how a lot of the forces of control and violence from 1962 are still at work, and now they're maybe even stronger in 2017.

VIRTUAL REALITY: I didn't have time to design, implement, and test VR functionality in this first release. Motion controls and the lack of camera control mean I will have to re-design many of my interfaces and gameplay cues. I definitely want to do it, but maybe I'll just have to do it later, hopefully in a Radiator 3 release at the end of this year.

Thanks for reading. Again, you can download and play the game over here. It's an timed exclusive!
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          Lunch with Henry Louis Gates   
posted by Claudia Horwitz, July 21, 2009

I know Henry Louis Gates did not deserve the abuse and assumptions that greeted him on his doorstep. I know that Gates’ work will only be strengthened by this “regrettable” incident.” And I know Gates showed the Cambridge cop his ID during his arrest and harassment this week. I know because he showed it to me once, over 15 years ago, without my even asking.

I had arrived in Harvard Square one late morning, early for an interview with the Echoing Green Foundation. I’d flown up from North Carolina that day and I was hungry, so I do what hungry people used to do in Harvard Square – saddled up to the counter at the Tasty Diner. The Tasty defined hole-in-the-wall; it was the size of a postage stamp, with only one short counter that held less than 10 seats. And it was comfort food at its best, perfect for pre-interview jitters.

Shortly after I settled in on my seat, I was joined by a slight, distinguished-looking man, not exactly what some might expect at the Tasty if you didn’t know the Tasty. He looked familiar but I couldn’t place him. We started chatting and he was convinced that he knew what I was going to order. I thought it was a bold statement and happily bet him a dollar that he wouldn’t guess. I was on the honor system. I took another moment to peruse the menu above the stove and confirmed to my lunch companion that I’d made my decision.

“BLT,” he said with confidence. I almost got whiplash as I turned to face him. How did he know? I never order BLTs but today, in fact, that’s precisely what I’d decided to have. I told him as much. And sighed.

“I owe you a dollar,” I said.

“No,” he replied. “I want you to give that dollar to someone who really needs it.” I promised him I would.

We continued talking. Eyeing my suitcase, he asked me what I was doing in town and I told him about the interview, which led to more questions about my activism, my aspirations for the future, and finally my family and their support of my path. At that stage I wasn’t convinced that my parents really saw the value of what I was doing with my life. My new friend assured me they would come around and that I needed to keep nurturing the relationship.

Finally, it was my turn. “So, do you work over there at the big “H?” I asked, referring to Harvard University. He said that he did. I asked him if he was a professor and he said yes, again. I asked him what he taught and he told me. I got curious. I figured I should know this guy, so I asked him his name.

And he told me, “Henry Louis Gates.”

“You’re not Skip Gates,” I said, using his nickname. I was serious – he looked way too young for the image in my head – and he was quite amused. Rather than argue, he reached into his pants, pulled out his wallet and promptly showed me his Harvard ID. I just shook my head in shame while he threw his head back with laughter. I wanted to buy him lunch as an apology but he wouldn’t hear of it.

It's this moment - and a million more like it - that defines the measure of a man. But what is it that defines the soul of a nation? That's a whole other question.
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Article publicat al diari SOLIDARITAT OBRERA el passat 1 de Maig de 2017:

Rubén Sanchez Ruiz

En general l’afectació emocional i psicològica de qualsevol origen és menystinguda encara avui pel sistema sociosanitari actual a l’hora de contemplar-la com a motiu legítim de baixa laboral, la malaltia física en canvi té una mica més d’estatus, sempre passa per sobre com quelcom més objectiu i més demostrable, encara que després de la terrible estafa capitalista anomenada crisi dels darrers anys fins i tot els problemes de salut física s’ha minimitzat la seva importància, en el sentit que milers de treballadores i treballadors han anat malalts/es a treballar per por a ser acomiadades o per evitar la retallada corresponent en funció dels dies de baixa gaudits.

Crec que la tendència globalitzadora empresarial de deslocalitzar implica la percepció de treballadores i treballadors d’occident com a “privilegiats que es queixen per tot”  i per tant l’empresa pressiona en l’afany d’extreure la màxima productivitat i comporta la contrareacció de la classe treballadora d’obviar els indicadors de risc que el propi cos i la pròpia ment envia a la persona treballadora que es troba en una situació límit, s’ignora el missatge “no pots més, descansa i agafa la baixa laboral” , cal reivindicar que la baixa laboral no és cap privilegi, és un dret de totes i tots, el sistema sanitari còmplice del poder empresarial i econòmic intenta transmetre un sentiment de culpabilitat per “no treballar i cobrar igualment”... en aquest sentit destacar el paper de l’ICAM com a organització deshumanitzada que en aquesta mateixa direcció ha funcionat com a braç executor i còmplice de tota aquesta violència patriarcal i capitalista, la legitima cada dia des dels seus tribunals mèdics i informes tacats de sang que condemnen a la misèria centenars de persones. Com a dada significativa l’ICAM considera la violència masclista com a “problema familiar” incomplint de forma clara l’objecte de la llei catalana 5/2008 és l’eradicació de la violència masclista i la remoció de les estructures socials i dels estereotips culturals que la perpetuen, amb la finalitat que es reconegui i es garanteixi plenament el dret inalienable de totes les dones a desenvolupar la pròpia vida sense cap de les formes i dels àmbits en què aquesta violència es pot manifestar.

Però voldria exemplificar més concretament algunes vulneracions que les dones supervivents a la violència masclista que treballen dins una empresa s’han d’afrontar i pateixen diferents formes de violència institucional laboral. Cal dir d’entrada que existeixen excepcions, hi ha empreses escrupolosament responsables i que compleixen estrictament els drets i actuen com a co-terapeutes en la recuperació de les dones supervivents, però són excepcions quan haurien de ser norma segons la mateixa Llei 5/2008 article 32 citada abans “Aquesta llei estableix mesures integrals respecte a la prevenció i la detecció de la violència masclista i de sensibilització respecte a aquesta violència, amb la finalitat d’eradicar-la de la societat, i també reconeix els drets de les dones que la pateixen a l’atenció, l’assistència, la protecció, la recuperació i la reparació integral. 

La majoria de les empreses obstaculitzen el procés de recuperació, si la supervivent treballadora es troba de baixa laboral rep diferents trucades del responsable i múltiples emails perquè es reincorpori el més aviat possible, hi ha un argument que he sentit sovint i que té un punt pervers: “ja veuràs, t’anirà bé tornar a la feina”, doncs depèn del cas, depèn del context i del clima laboral, depèn de la càrrega de feina, depèn de la relació amb els companys i companyes,..depèn perquè pot esdevenir una font d’estrés important que perjudiqui encara més l’afectació post-traumàtica aguda i provoqui que sigui crònica, així que compte!
Hi ha casos concrets que pot ajudar la rutina laboral a estructurar i normalitzar el dia a dia, però en la majoria de casos de violència masclista, la ruptura i denúncia suposa una reorganització de tota la vida de la dona, de les seves càrregues familiars, dels seus horaris laborals i personals,...i comptar amb el suport de moltes altres persones per tant requereix temps i recursos per gestionar i preparar el seu nou projecte vital.

Desgraciadament he vist amb els meus propis ulls com moltes empreses han actuat de forma nefasta davant situacions d’aquest tipus, sempre culpabilitzant a la dona supervivent de la seva situació i acomiadant-la a la mínima per considerar-la “una treballadora amb problemes”. Un exemple, una coneguda empresa de roba esportiva “va acomiadar” a una treballadora que havia denunciat 3 vegades a la seva ex-parella, i aquest agressor masclista ja va amenaçar-la amb fer-li la vida impossible i fotre-la,  i així va ser, es dedicava a presentar-se al seu lloc de treball dia sí dia també dins el centre comercial on estava la botiga on treballava, el personal de seguretat en veure’l o ser avisat per la treballadora el convidava a marxar del recinte, i aquest agressor després d’organitzar un escàndol cridant feia la corresponent reclamació a la botiga, una vegada i una altra, i això va provocar que l’empresa prengués la decisió “per evitar problemes” de no renovar el contracte a la treballadora. Imagineu en quin estat d’impotència es va trobar la dona supervivent, a l’afectació corresponent per l’assetjament i la violència masclista patida dins la relació, es suma la indignació de perdre el seu lloc de treball de forma injusta i sense cap motiu directament associat a la seva competència, sinó per culpa de l’ex-parella i la seva conducta assetjadora.

La cicatrització de les ferides emocionals requereix temps, sí temps, i això vol dir el que sigui necessari. I en moltes ocasions és imprescindible un tractament psicològic especialitzat, si la dona treballadora està en actiu l’empresa té l’obligació de facilitar i flexibilitzar l’horari laboral perquè pugui beneficiar-se i assistir al mateix. Les absències o faltes de puntualitat motivades per la situació física o psicològica derivada de la violència masclista es consideren justificades quan així ho determinen els serveis socials d’atenció i de salut, això sí, s’han de comunicar el més aviat possible a l’empresa corresponent.

La dona supervivent té dret a la reducció i/o reordenació del temps de treball. Té dret al canvi de centre de treball, a la mobilitat geogràfica, a la suspensió de la relació laboral amb reserva del lloc de treball,  a l’extinció del contracte laboral i fins i tot adaptar les funcions del lloc de treball de la dona treballadora per potenciar la seva recuperació, això és complir amb els articles 21, 24, 25, 26 de la Llei Orgànica 1/2004 de 28 de desembre de Mesures de protecció integral contra la violència de gènere.  Aquests drets poden esdevenir mesures de protecció efectives quan es produeix assetjament o persecució per part de l’agressor masclista, és a dir ell coneix les seves rutines horàries, la ubicació del lloc de treball,...per tant un canvi ràpid d’horari o de seu en aquest sentit dificulta que l’agressor pugui perpetrar una nova agressió al finalitzar la jornada laboral, ja que com menys informació disposi l’agressor de la dona supervivent millor. En la protecció i autodefensa de les dones supervivents s’ha d’implicar tota la comunitat, no podem deixar en mans exclusives de les forces i cossos policials aquesta competència, perquè no és efectiu, cal que totes les estructures i persones des de la seva àrea fàcil tot el possible per facilitar la recuperació de les supervivents, perquè si som coherents sempre hem defensat que la violència masclista és un problema social i no personal de la dona.

Recordar des d’aquest text a les mútues sanitàries especialment que existeix un protocol específic comú quan es trobin davant un cas d’una dona supervivent a la violència masclista no l’han de citar cada 15 dies ni 1 cop al mes, han de limitar-se a rebre un mail o fax de la institució responsable del tractament psicològic on en poques línies quedi explícit que aquesta dona ha patit violència de gènere i es recomana la baixa laboral i que no la revictimitzin més.

He estat testimoni que quan una dona supervivent a la violència masclista ha trencat amb la relació abusiva, ha posat la seva dignitat i llibertat per sobre de l’amor romàntic, ha vençut la dependència emocional i cicle de la violència, ha destruït la manipulació de l’agressor , i ha fet un treball de conscienciació social d’aquesta violència masclista necessàriament s’ha posat les ulleres de gènere, s’ha empoderat i també ha començat a veure altres formes abusives de violència dins l’àmbit laboral o familiar i ha mobilitzat els seus recursos per lluitar pels seus drets, això ha suposat un canvi de 360º en la seva vida.

Per acabar dir que el sistema judicial també hauria d’actuar contundentment contra aquests casos d’empreses que vulneren conscientment tots els drets aquí recollits, les empreses com a part de l’exosistema han de responsabilitzar-se i promoure dinàmiques no violentes dins les seves estructures. I quan dins dels seus equips de treball hi ha dones treballadores supervivents facilitar el màxim el seu procés de reincorporació, la seva recuperació emocional i vetllar perquè això sigui una realitat . Qualsevol sindicat ha de defensar els drets de treballadores i treballadors, però si és un sindicat anarquista encara ha d’establir com a prioritari el suport a les dones supervivents a la violència masclista, la construcció d’una xarxa solidària i efectiva en la defensa dels seus drets i la lluita social contra el patriarcat com a principal font de sofriment, dolor i mort.

Rubén Sanchez Ruiz

Tots aquells professionals que per diners feu i mentiu el que calgui, que obreu fent i trepitjant el que calgui només en vista d'un salari, sou Mercenaris!

Tots aquells professionals del món de la psiquiatria i psicologia que redacteu informes pericials cobrats a preu d'or on en les seves conclusions inventeu tot tipus de calumnies per beneficiar al seu client, que solen ser agressors masclistes amb recursos econòmics, que esteu a sou del patriarcat més violent a canvi d'omplir les vostres butxaques i els vostres comptes bancaris i mantenir el luxós despatx al barri més car de Barcelona, sou Mercenaris!

Tots aquells professionals del dret que compreu a testimonis falsos i inventeu proves per a defensar agressors masclistes, agressors sexuals, pedòfils i corruptes, per aconseguir  la seva absolució o la llibertat d'aquests individus, sou Mercenaris!

Tots aquells treballadors públics que serveixen com a súbdits obedients del poder institucional, que són font de corporativisme i amagueu a consciència amb el seu silenci la victimització secundària i violència institucional diària, sou Mercenaris!

Tots aquells professionals del cos policial i de la medicina forense que es creuen amb el dret de jutjar i prejutjar a les víctimes de delictes sexuals i supervivents de violència masclista amb comentaris vexatoris, que qüestionen la credibilitat dels fets narrats, que culpabilitzen a les víctimes del delicte patit, sou Mercenaris!

Tots aquells professionals del món social que únicament escalfeu la cadira per cobrar la nómina a final de mes, perquè creieu que no hi ha res a fer i per això no feu res de res, sou Mercenaris!

Tots aquells polítics que esculliu beneficiar a una gran empresa o un banc abans que prioritzar els problemes i necessitats bàsiques del poble, sou Mercenaris i corruptes!

Tots aquells jutges i fiscals que des de la galàxia llunyana on viviu abuseu del vostre poder i les lleis per reprimir i castigar a les persones i professionals que amb coratge denuncien la violència institucional en comptes de fer justícia, sou Mercenaris!

Davant les amenaces, els insults, la coacció i la por, davant les vostres violències us diem que sou Mercenaris! Els diners que cobreu estan tacats de sang i dolor de les dones supervivents! 
El patiment que esteu generant Mercenaris, no quedarà en la impunitat i nosaltres la resistència antimasclista no callarem mai, no ens rendirem mai, cada cop som més i anem a per vosaltres!

Rubén Sanchez

          El vestido azul de Carlota (20 Hilos caídos)   
Amb molta emoció he publicat aquest post, "El vestido azul de Carlota" (20 hilos caídos), un relat curt escrit per una dona valenta, una jove supervivent, Catherine Fuentes. Quan el vaig llegir vaig voler publicar-ho, així que ho vaig parlar amb la Catherine, que estrena bloc i li va semblar molt bona idea, doncs aquí està. D'aquest relat curt m'agrada l'ús de la metàfora del vestit, dels fils i el recurs visual de la lletra cada cop més petita... com els vels anestèsics i la indefensió apresa que amb cada acció es fa i desfa poc a poc...a vegades lamentablement massa tard per reaccionar.

Amb la intenció d'obrir els ulls, de reflexionar, de tot això i més aquí està:

 Catherine Fuentes
Pude ver con mis ojos como brillaba cuando sonreía, pude ver a cámara lenta como movía su cabello de un lado a otro, mientras su vestido azul giraba lentamente acariciando sus piernas y a la vez protegiéndola.
Nunca había visto una mirada tan dulce. Su sonrisa era el sitio al que siempre me hubiera gustado volver. Todo esto lo decía el, mientras la miraba.
Ella era la chica que cualquier chico hubiera deseado tener, y el, el era el chico que toda chica quisiera tener.
Hasta que un día cruzaron palabras, muy simples, pero cruzaron y eso para ellos ya significaba mucho.
Se conocieron a través de amigos en común. Los presentaron, intercambiaron miradas, gestos y alguna que otra sonrisa.
Empezaron siendo compañeros de universidad, mas tarde amigos. Ella le ayudaba con biología, ya que los dos estaban estudiando la carrera de enfermería. Y a el algunas materias le costaba un poco más, y entonces Carlota decidió hacer el gran esfuerzo de ayudarlo.
Fueron pasando los días, las semanas, los meses…
y empezaron como novios, creían que ya habían compartido muchas cosas y los dos se tenían mucho aprecio y se preguntaban por que no intentarlo? No tenemos nada que perder y quien no arriesga no gana. Lo que no sabia Carlota es todo lo que iba a perder y todo lo que iba arriesgar y no iba a ganar.
La gente los envidiaba, era una relación de las que hoy en día como suelen decir ya no hay. La forma de mirarse de tocarse y de quererse. Su amiga siempre le decía que siempre hubiera querido conocer a un chico como él.
Carlota todavía no sabia lo que estaba apunto de pasar.

(6 meses mas tarde)
Día 1:
-Ethan: Carlota pasame una foto de como vas vestida y así te digo yo si vas bien o vas hacer el ridículo.
Día 2:
- Ethan: 10 llamas perdidas y 4 mensajes.
Día 3:
-Ethan: Que hacías conectada a esas horas si me dijiste que te ibas a dormir, por que me mientes?
Día 4:
- Ethan: Por que has mirado así a ese chico cuando hemos pasado por su lado?
Día 5:
- Ethan: Cuando me respetes y me valores volveré a ser yo.

Día 5:
-Ethan: Todo esto lo hago por que te quiero y por que veo que no vas por buen camino.
Día 6:
-Ethan: Deberías dejar enfermería no sirves para esto. Me siento inferior por que tienes mejores notas que yo.
Día 7:
-Ethan: Gritos.
Día 8:
-Ethan: empujones
Día 9:
- Ethan: Le pega.
(4 años después)
Día 10:
- Ni se te ocurra llevar ese vestido que tanto te gusta a la graduación por que sino luego vas a recibir lo que te mereces.

10 hilos de su vestido azul caídos.
Carlota hacia caso a todo lo que le decía por que sabia que sino luego le iba a pegar y ella creía que esto era el amor de verdad, que si duele es el camino correcto.
Día 11,12,13,14,15,16,17.18,19.:
19 hilos caídos.

Día 20.
Carlota cayó al suelo, no respondía. Ethan la cogió de la cabeza y con un susurro le dijo: No te vayas amor , yo te quiero por eso he echo todo esto, por ti. Mientras le decía esas palabras el vestido azul de Carlota se llenaba de sangre y a la vez él mismo vestido le acariciaba y protegía sus piernas
20 hilos azules caídos.

          Beneficis de la deconstrucció?   
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Per deconstrucció s'entèn un procés de transformació personal i de canvi radical, prèviament hi ha un procés d'introspecció, de reflexió profunda de com ens hem format com a homes dins el patriarcat, per després executar la rebelió contra aquesta socialització masclista.

És un procés que comença amb moltes preguntes que requereixen de molta sinceritat amb un mateix.
La primera potser seria quins referents masculins hem tingut quan érem nens? Quins referents dins la nostra família, del nostre barri, del nostre grups d'amics, dels professors, del món del cinema, del futbol, de la música, de la televisió...? Com éren  o com són aquests referents? Quins atributs tenen? Com els definiriem com a homes? forts, temeraris, poderosos, violents, competitius,...freds, poc comunicatius, egoïstes, estrategues,...i preguntar-nos com aquests referents contestarien les següents preguntes que a la vegada ens fem a nosaltres mateixos:

-Com ens relacionem amb altres homes? com ens saludem? Ens estrenyem fort les mans, ens donem cops a l'esquena, saccejades, cops de puny a les espatlles? Ens fem petons?
-Com interaccionem amb altres dones?
-Quin rol i quines tasques desenvolupem dins el domicili? Quan de temps dediquem en comparació a les dones de la família a netejar, endreçar, comprar, cuinar,...?
-Quin paper juguem en la criança, cura i educació de les criatures? El rol desenvolupat és d'autoritat, de passotisme, indiferència, d'imposició, de crits, d'intimidació...?
-Quina actitud i paper hem realitzar quan un membre de la família s'ha posat malalt? I si els malalts som nosaltres com actuem?
-Quin poder adquisitiu tenim o hem acumulat? 
-Com a homes disposàvem d'agun espai privilegiat dins la casa? una habitació pròpia per les aficions? el sofà on millor es veu la tv? l'hort on marxar cada cap de setmana? es negociava o no el temps lliure? Sempre hi havia prioritats abans que estar amb la família?
-Quin rol i actituds mantenim durant les relacions sexuals? 
-Com hem actuat en les relacions sexo-afectives? Com em gestionat els gelos? Com parlem de les exparelles un cop s'han trencat les relacions? Quin tipus de relació construïm després del trencament? Som respectuosos quan no volen saber res de nosaltres? Si és així perquè?
-Com actuem i som amb els nostres amics? Hi ha diferència si hi ha dones dins el grup? Realitzem o es realitzen acudits masclistes, bromes sexistes, comentaris homòfobs i/o vexatoris cap a les dones...?
-En relació a la cura del propi cos i de la salut: Som negligents o abandònics? Som hipersensibles i hipocondríacs? Som agressius vers nosaltres mateixos? Ens resistim a anar al metge o preocupar-nos de prendre medicació quan estem malalts?
-Infravalorem el treball, sou, dedicació de les dones a la família? 
-En relació al control de l'economia hi ha obssessió o despreocupació total?
-Quins tipus de jocs i películes ens agradem més? tenen a veure amb la belicositat i la violència?
-Al Carrer, a l'espai públic: com actuem, com ens seiem en els transports públics, com caminem, com mirem?
-Ens costa escoltar? Ens costa callar? Ens costa reconèixer els errors? Ens costa mantenir-nos en un segon pla?
-Què fem amb les nostres emocions? les compartim? les expressem? les canalitzem o les tapem?

De totes les respostes es pot fer un "mapa de la masculinitat", no hi ha respostes correctes o incorrectes, però serveix per valorar i saber quin és el punt de partida, sobretot totes aquelles conductes que hem integrat en el gran conjunt de la "normalitat", la naturalitat patricarcal.
Contra quines de les respostes anteriors t'has rebel·lat? Contra quins rols imposats i que continuen present en aquells referents sobretot dins la familia has reaccionat? Quines d'aquelles conductes i actituds masclistes no les veus quan et mires al mirall però dones i companyes les han verbalitzat i t'han assenyalat que sí les tens?

La deconstrucció és un exercici de coratge, d'enfrontar-nos amb els nostres fantasmes interns, les pors, els complextes, les ombres i les carències, i sobretot a les mentides d'alló que havies de demostrar com a home...les màximes apreses ara podem qüestionar-les i rebutjar-les,...i arribarem a la terrible conclusió que tots com a homes hem exercit alguna forma de violència masclista al llarg de la nostra existència, sí, tots i cadasqun de nosaltres. La deconstrucció és dolorosa i alliberadora al mateix temps, és permanent, 24 hores, 365 dies, un cop comença no té aturador, per això hi ha tanta resistència neomasclista.

Benefici personal de la deconstrucció? Doncs crec que no és això, no és l'objectiu, perquè principalment seran beneficiàries totes les dones de tot el món, i especialment aquelles que es creuin en les nostres vides. Podem deixar d'acaronar-nos la base de l'escrot i començar de forma inminent aquesta deconstrucció per responsabilitat i acabar amb els 5000 anys de patriarcat? Segurament només així deixarem de ser armes de destrucció massiva per a les dones, les criatures, els altres homes i nosaltres mateixos, només així podrem viure totes i tots en està mal com a benefici col·lectiu oi?

Rubén Sanchez Ruiz

          I la víctima?   

Aquesta és la qüestió fonamental, la pregunta que no es fa ningú; vull creure que sense mala intenció, simplement és invisible, simplement fa mal: I la víctima? I les víctimes? I les supervivents?

Avui he llegit 3 articles i he vist una tertúlia sobre la brutal agressió sexual i intent de feminicidi d'un pres condemnat en ferm, un depredador i sàdic sexual que gaudia d'un permís penitenciari de 3 dies, ell, conscient, ha aprofitat aquest permís per cometre un nou delicte, exactament el mateix delicte en les mateixes condicions (en el mateix lloc geogràfic, amb el mateix modus operandi,...) però amb una tercera dona que es troba actualment greu però estable a la UCI d'un hospital ingresada. 

En primer lloc, enviar totes les meves forces, ànims, abraçades i tot el suport per aquesta dona supervivent que es recupera de les lesions físiques, perquè la recuperació emocional serà molt més llarga, dura i silenciosa. I per suposat vull enviar a M. i a L. tot el meu afecte, tendresa i tot el suport incondicional, temps i energia que us puc oferir com a professional, de tot cor ho sabeu.

Aquesta dona supervivent que tenia la seva vida abans del dia 31 d'ctubre, de cop s'ha vist trencada per la conducta violenta conscient d'un individu que així ho ha decidit, s'han vulnerat tots els seus drets de cop per part d'un home en el cumpliment dels seus drets com a pres/ciutadà dins la societat democràtica a la reinserció social i rehabilitació, i jo pregunto quin preu s'ha de pagar aquestes segones i terceres oportunitats? M'explico, el cost són 1,2,3,...vides trencades de dones? El cost jo crec que és altíssim, massa, per això cal reflexionar perquè estem parlant de vides humanes, vides de dones, d'integritat física i moral, de llibertat, de dolor, de tranquil· vides trencades...que ho pateixen elles moltes vegades en silenci i les seves amistats, familiars,...perquè sempre va més enllà del dany gravíssim causat a la supervivent directament, també hi ha un dany indirecte i molt potent, d'aquest gairebé no se'n parla mai, el dany a l'entorn de la supervivent, també pateixen molt i sense cap tipus de suport especialitzat.  

He sentit i llegit, avui, molt material respecte aquest violador múltiple que "no s'han analitzat totes les variables no controlades", "factors", "desencadenants", que "havia fet el programa voluntàriament del centre penitenciari  per a agressors sexuals", que "ha degut enganyar a tots els professionals", que "hi ha factors incontrolables que poden desencadenar un nou delicte", "se li creuen els cables", "la reincidència és d'un 6%", "que si el jutge va autoritzar", "que la junta de tractament va emetre informes...", "algo ha fallat o el sistema no funciona"...No he escoltat cap reflexió sobre la banalització de la violència diària i quotidiana, sobre la cultura de la violació, sobre el masclisme. Tampoc he escoltat cap professional ni cap institució asumint responsabilitats pel que ha passat ni cap preocupació cap a la víctima. I la víctima?

M'agradaria demanar i exigir com a professional que acompanya des de fa 15 anys dones supervivents que han patit delictes violents en el seu procés de recuperació una mica de seriositat, i molta humanitat i ètica, per això des d'aquest post em dirigeixo a tots aquells professionals del món de la judicatura, del camp de la salut, de la psicologia, del món penitenciari, policial, periodístic o polític, si llegiu això és per demanar-vos humanitat i ètica. Sempre que aneu a un mitjà de comunicació o feu algun tipus de declaració o article mesureu el vostre llenguatge verbal i corporal, és lamentable la frivolitat quan parleu d'aquests temes, és esgarrifosa i feu mal, provoqueu més mal, i això també és la victimització secundària. M'agradaria que com a professionals escoltessin més la saviesa i experiència de les supervivents, la seva veu està plena de coneixement i aquesta informació és valuosa, perquè es tingui en compte per a valorar i avaluar el risc, la perillositat dels agressors, els programes de rehabilitació, els protocols i circuits, les decisions judicials...Crec que tenim molt aprendre de les supervivents i de la victimologia, tristament molt desprestigiada a data d'avui sovint dins l'àmbit forense i criminal.

Aquest matí sentia profunda ràbia i molta impotència, i he preferit processar i reprocessar les emocions abans d'escriure aquest post, perquè crec que realment es pot canviar molt el funcionament de serveis i institucions, tenim molt per millorar, i hi ha moltes formes i maneres de fer-ho, l'autocrítica i combatre el corporativisme és una d'elles. 

Per acabar, només un apunt: sabeu què deien les víctimes de T.P.C? Que no el deixessin sortir perquè ho tornaria a fer, i així ha estat, lamentablement. Crec que cal estar molt més a sobre de cada subjecte que ha demostrat malhauradament que és un perill públic per a les dones d'aquesta societat masclista, no és just que ell exerceixi el dret a circular lliurement i elles s'hagin de tancar a casa o evitar certs llocs amb la por de tornar a ser agredides per ells, en tot cas que la pressió o coerció la sentin ells, canviem el focus d'una vegada, que els hi apliquin a ells més mesures de vigilància i control 24h costi el que costi econòmicament sempre serà menys que la traumatització provocada per la seva conducta delictiva. Fins que aquesta situació continuïi així està legitimada l'autodefensa feminista, individual i col·lectiva.


"Sobretot, sigues l'heroïna de la teva vida, no la víctima". Nora Ephron

"Victims are not victims, not some fragile, sorrowful aftermath. Victims are survivors, and survivors are going to be doing a hell of a lot more than surviving"

          Caçar pokémons masclistes GO!   

Es pot establir algun tipus de conversa o diàleg amb un individu que amenaça amb violar a una dona? Algú que quan dones un argument fonamentat o una dada estadística insulta? Algú que utilitza imatges de companyes feministes sense cap consentiment per fer memes masclistes? No, block and spam. això és CAÇAR POKÉMONS MASCLISTES.

El col·lectiu de matxitrolls i matxirulos a les xarxes socials augmenta cada dia com els pokémons, també s’engreixa el grup de còmplices covards que fan difusió i rt de les seves agressions masclistes.

Preocupa que fins i tot organitzen campanyes de recollida de diners per realitzar documentals que volen donar força als seus tòpics i mites masclistes, per encara tenir més suport de l’opinió pública, tot i que cal dir que la ràpida resposta i resistència feminista ha aturat recentment un d’aquest maleïts projectes #silenciados...

Tot un conjunt d’emocions bulleixen dins meu: preocupació, ràbia i indignació conviuen simultàniament, perquè estic observant darrerament que determinats matxitrolls i neomasclistes que tenen popularitat estan “crescuts”, m’explico, es veuen amb la capacitat i el dret d’orquestrar campanyes en contra de determinades companyes feministes que han denunciat de forma admirable els discursos i pràctiques d’aquests personatges, han denunciat de forma contundent que aquests agressors estan incitant a la violència masclista, i el perill i terribles conseqüències pot tenir això. El fabricant de violadors en sèrie Àlvaro Reyes “the game” s’ha atrevit a denunciar per delicte contra l’honor a una companya que demana el tancament del seu canal de youtube,  estem en “el mundo al reves” com diria Galeano és l’agressor qui denuncia en comptes de ser denunciat... també cal dir que s’està organitzant la resistència i ahir va ser TT #STOPAlvaroReyes.

Per animar aquest agost us proposo aquest nou esport (encara no és olímpic), Caçar Pokémons Masclistes o Matxitrolls, aquí us facilito una petita classificació per detectar diferents espècies masclistes amb una sola neurona que connecta la punta del penis amb el tronc encefàlic. Actuen principalment sota anonimat o no a les xarxes socials.

Matxirulo o Matxuno: Subespècie homínid matxigarruludinus que fa de la seva ignorància un arma de destrucció massiva contra les dones, a través dels seus pensaments, actituds i comportaments masclistes injecta toxicitat allà on respira. Afortunadament està en perill d’extinció tot i que fa 5000 anys que circula pel món. Es caracteritza per la seva mitja neurona que només li permet articular frases o tweets amb 4 o 5 paraules de les quals 2 són Puta, Guarra, Perra, A fregar, me comes la polla, mira que peras ...Aconsegueix construir un cop l’any un frase de 6 o 7 paraules amb el risc que li explota el cervell autodestruïnt-se, perquè ha forçat la màquina, una llàstima.

RABOlucionaris: La pedagoga feminista Eva els va descobrir en una expedició fa pocs anys i els hi va posar nom, hi ha dos famílies: els Anarkomachos també anomenats MatxoPunks i els Masclistes-Leninistes, totes dues subespècies son subtipus de la família dels Masclistes progres que ells mateixos es pensen que són d’extrema esquerra quan el que són d’extrema mentalitat patriarcal, alguns fins i tot parlen en femení i utilitzen arguments una mica elaborats pseudofilosòfics, pseudobiològics, pseudopolítics,...i creuen que el patriarcat també els oprimeix a ells...en perill d’extinció gràcies a la lluita feminista.

Matxielegant: Subespècie homínid neomasclista molt educat i correcte en los palabros i les formes, però que dispara un verí coent sota cada mot, en moltes ocasions en forma de pregunta parany amb doble vincle dirigida eficaçment a posar-te dels nervis...

Aquestes subespècies poden combinar-se i aliar-se entre ells, i reproduir-se com els gremlins, compte!! per això són POKÉMONS MASCLISTES o MATXITROLLS, ara les podeu caçar a través de twitter, facebook, i youtube principalment. 
Ànims i segur que descobriu més subespècies!!

Bona cacera! Afileu les pokeballs feministes!

Cap agressió sense resposta!

Rubén Sanchez

Banda sonora del post: Klitosoviet

PD: Aquí la classificació de MACHUNOS molt més elaborada de la companya Irantzu Varela del Tornillo:

I aquí la classificació de les companyes Locas del Coño: Premios TopMatxitrolls Gener 2016: 

          Amor líquid i dependències emocionals   
Vivim i ens relacionem en una societat cada cop més individualitzada, fragmentada i més centrada en el patiment propi i, sovint, fins i tot ni això, estem més dissociats/des i anestesiats/des del dolor i des del patiment aliè.
Les relacions socials d’amistat i les sexoafectives haurien de ser un bàlsam, un petit oasi on beure llibertat, on nodrir-nos, on gaudir, compartir alegries i sostenir el dolor…, però, lluny de tot això, tot i que hi ha excepcions…, les interaccions oscil·len entre el malson i el dolç somni idíl·lic de l’amor romàntic. Actualment, l’ambivalència, la intermitència i la reificació (convertir les persones en propietats) són els eixos de les relacions humanes postmodernes.

El maleït patriarcat condiciona com a paradigma únic de parella l’amor romàntic, l’ànsia de posseir la família nuclear, l’obligació de reproduir-se i la dominació com a forma «normal» de viure i de conviure.

S’entén com a dependència emocional patològica el lligam psicològic amb una persona que és tòxica, on la relació emocional o el vincle amb ella produeix més patiment i dolor intens que no pas moments de pau i de benestar. La ruptura sentimental en moltes ocasions es viu com a fracàs, frustració, por, inseguretat, buidor, soledat, és desaparèixer…, si no és amb aquest altre. Puntualment —o temporalment—, podem experimentar-ho i continuar endavant, no passa res, cicatritzem les ferides emocionals; ara bé, també es pot fer crònic i llavors tot es complica… La dependència emocional està relacionada amb les conductes abusives i la violència, és un factor clau per entendre la dificultat de la ruptura de la relació abusiva. Cal reivindicar el dret a la ruptura, a la desconnexió, a la incomunicació, necessari en molts casos per fer aquest procés de cura, neteja de la infecció i cicatrització, perquè tot allò que no es treballi emocionalment després de la ruptura s’afegirà com a motxilla a la futura relació sexoafectiva…
La cultura del consumisme, fruit del capitalisme més salvatge, condiciona les nostres emocions; sí, condiciona —i molt— la forma d’estimar i de vincular-nos entre nosaltres. De la mateixa manera que el maleït patriarcat condiciona com a paradigma únic de parella l’amor romàntic, l’ànsia de posseir la família nuclear, l’obligació de reproduir-se i la dominació com a forma «normal» de viure i de conviure. La fusió amb l’altre o la dominació semblen ser les dues alternatives possibles davant del conflicte i de la tensió interna viscuda en les relacions sexoafectives. Compte: en moltes ocasions són les mateixes mans que acaronen les que ofeguen.
Vivim en una societat accelerada, en què cal viure a tota velocitat com la tecnologia, i això ens impulsa a la satisfacció immediata, quasi instantània. El desig necessita temps per descobrir, paciència per créixer, esforç per madurar l’aprenentatge de la demora de la satisfacció personal, coratge per gestionar i responsabilitzar-se de la frustració, i crec que cal caminar cap a la satisfacció col·lectiva.
Ara podem observar que, de l’amor, se’n parla en termes econòmics: inversió en la relació sexoafectiva, avaluar l’interès variable de la implicació en la relació…, sembla