by Robin Ryan I daresay yo to the powers that be You are not going to like the likes of me I like less the likes of you As one who has been done unto The differences between us are indeed vast As I contend deeper values be and are bound to outlast I see…
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Soldiers for the Disenfutured
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by Robin Ryan Aren’t buzz words really what we’re talking about here? Anarchy, black bloc, cancer, democracy, empire, fascism: These are labels. And while labels might be necessary to bring a sense of compartmentalized order for our brains to store and correlate information, how terms are defined play a fluid role in the sorting. Whether…
A Bevy of Dirty Birds, No Stones
by Robin Ryan “Obslication.” It’s the quirky bird that braids the words and that particular weave consists of the following trio. My observations oblige me to the Occupation. The history of the meshing is the tale I think I’m to tell and for that, we must return to the drama zone of the ACORN scandal,…
Occupy the Courts: An Occupier’s Excursion
By Robin Ryan It hit me like it always does as I catch my first glimpse of the gathering, that proud smile I can’t help but wear in honor of those couple hundred people who braved the water logged and drippy day to demonstrate their dissatisfaction with the deities of judicial governance. Two years ago,…