9.27.2016
### A Gay Jewish Zionist American Doctor in Gaza and What He Saw
11.20.2015
Video. Israeli Gestapo exploding Palestinian homes, displacing, destroying families
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7.08.2015
I'm trying to work out having an Elf as the home-base for my now 8 (or so) years of activism for humanity here in DC. I think I've healed enough from the cancer to have the physical strength to make this my full time base of operations. My Soul says I need to amp-up, radicalize, my work... and I think this can be an instrumental piece of the puzzle, of my advocacy, my Lived Solidarity... for Palestine, Earth, the Homeless and Destitute. http://organictransit.com/ IF YOU KNOW ANYONE THAT WISHES TO CONTRIBUTE FINANCIALLY TO THIS PROJECT SO IT CAN HAPPEN (big or small)... LET ME KNOW.
6.13.2015
I am wearing a diaper. Ever since the...
I am wearing a diaper. Ever since the onset of cancer 3 years ago I have had a horribly unstable bowel. My choice is to stay indoors or to wear a diaper and fight for Palestine. Tuesday I forgot the diaper, had to walk across Washington on business and needed to spend 45 minutes in a Whole Foods restroom cleaning up.
Stop Palestine death vigil White House, picture: those who are sure there's only one path to Creator no nothing of Creator.
Stop Palestine death vigil White House, picture: those who are sure there's only one path to Creator no nothing of Creator.
6.06.2015
Pic. White House, Saturday. Debilitated with medical treatments earlier this week. Strength has returned today. Hopefully tomorrow as well. It is an immense privilege to be fighting this current Holocaust. How tragic so few people are doing so. A huge loss for all concerned.
White House, Saturday. Debilitated with medical treatments earlier this week. Strength has returned today. Hopefully tomorrow as well. It is an immense privilege to be fighting this current Holocaust. How tragic so few people are doing so. A huge loss for all concerned.
4.26.2015
SPDF Day 52--3: Awake for hours last night with ... more
4.24.2015
SPDF Day 52-1: Breaking the fast carefully, sort of.... White House tomorrow? Or... May be chained to a toilet this weekend.... more
My stomach is rumbling and cramping now... hopefully a good sign. Trying not to eat too much, too fast. We'll see. Strength returning. Maybe eyesight, too.
Tomorrow weather would permit me being at the White House, with Sunday projected with rain. However, tonight will tell me if my bowel will be stable enough to be at the White House tomorrow, or not. It could be exploding, for days. We'll see.
4.07.2015
SPDF Day 36. vlog. Doctors visit, blood work, psych eval, etc.
This morning was a review with my Sainted Doctor, about the results of yesterday's bloodwork. She said everything looks fine. She has me on a regimen of two, horse pills, of potassium every day. She also has me on a multi vitamin. They are both seemingly doing their jobs.
My eyes have gone blurry as has happened on prior fasts. To read anything on computer or my tablet it must be held very close to my face, but thankfully that seems to work ok.
I had a candid conversation with my Doctor about my concern regarding her concern as to my mental health. I told her it was nothing I needed her to resolve, that I am capable of surviving the situation; but that I could not assume she understood how important she is in my life and work, so I told her briefly, that she is one of the only people I know whose life , and work path, I respect; this Georgetown grad that has devoted her life to we homeless. And that I wondered if she could imagine if one of the people in her life that she most respects raised the question about her mental health, particularly as it relate to using her greatest skills in the direction that they found questionable, such as ministering to the poor. I asked her if she could image how troubling she might find that, especially if this individual she highly respected was entirely wrong.
I expounded a little bit, but she understood my point and as I stressed what I wrote about last week after seeing her and a psychologist that she asked me to speak to, I made no assumption that she was questioning my sanity, this wonderful Doctor. I took her at her word that she was just trying to be extremely cautions, and today she only emphasized that and explained that she wanted to be extremely sure that the medical work that has gone on with me over the last two years, major operations, had not had some impact my psychology. She indicated that although she didn't see it, at all, she wanted to be extremely careful with another opinion. I made it clear that I was not second guessing her, but that it is an issue of importance to me, and I feel that it was entirely resolved this morning.
I told her prior to creating an opening for her to provide a response to me, that I just outlined, that my campaign is entirely about sanity. That no credit to me I have worked my way to a position of sanity and exactly I am trying to address the mass insanity in our culture which has lost any all notion of an adult sacrificing their own life constructively so that the young can have a future, whether it is a habitable planet to live on, one with some shreds of democracy left in America, or one without the methodology of police state being perfected on an indigenous population in Palestine, and that technology being exported and brought to oppressed peoples worldwide including in the United States.
My assessment is that it was a very comfortable, brief, conversation, and my sense is that this person in my life in whom I have a great respect, although I would not put her in the postition of stating so exactly, does not have a concern about my mental health and understands and respects the work I am doing. So that was quite nice.
Rain is expected on and off today, tomorrow and the next day. I expect to be here in front of Narcotic Paralyzing Rubbish Radio through lunch time and to leave and hopefully get back to the shelter prior to when at 3pm rain becomes more likely. And tomorrow and the next day I anticipate coming back here during those parts of the day where rain is less likely.
I am feeling particularly weak today, but it turns out I had enough strength to change the tire of a young lady whose car I passed, an African American woman, in front of the Union Station area, a fairly posh bakery and lunch spot. She was holding what I recognized to be a jack in her hand, and looking rather dazed, like she didn't know what to do with it. I don't think she did know what to do with it. She was surely intelligent, but it was folded in such a way that it took me several minutes how to take it apart. So I had the strength to do that.
To her credit afterwords she offered me $20 which of course I refused. I did tell her she could help me by watching my belongings for a few moments and by giving me a $1 to offer to the restaurant manager so he would allow me to wash of my hands, the grime off my hands, from changing her tire. Happily she agreed, the restaurant did not require the $1 which I happily returned to her; and I think she experienced this as an event that she will probably remember for some time; and when kindness is so remembered, sometimes they propagate themselves.