dogsmokingweed:

WHOA. AND , YEAH,

(Source: escapefromthewreck)

Fancy Lad Skate Co. are neighbors of mine. Check them out. In any event, Cathy Mitchel is obviously part of the recent trend of Boston Police having nothing better to do than troll social media for illegal parties, because that’s the sort of fascist shit they love. Here’s Fancy Lad’s list of suggestions in response to the question: 

worduplookoutforthecops:

ungovernablesf:

Anarchist & poet Carlo Giuliani, laying lifeless after being shot point-blank in the face & then ran over by police at the 2001 Anti-G8 protests in Genoa.

never fucking forgive.

Since I took the effort to type Jonathan Neale’s description of this from You Are G8, We Are 6 Billion, back on the anniversary of it, but it didn’t get much notice, I’ll give it another shot (since this one’s got a picture):

The tactic that most disorganized the White Overalls, and that they least expected, was that the police drove vehicles into the crowd. They used police buses and jeeps and they drove at 50 miles an hour. People scattered for their lives. The buses and jeeps would then pull back and drive into the crowd again and again.

One of the jeeps overshot, and it ended up almost against a wall. It stalled, and a few protesters approached the jeep, angry but scared as well. A soldier, a young conscript, was sitting in the back, the jeep open behind him. He threw out a fire extinguisher at an approaching demonstrator, Carlo Giuliani. Giuliani was 23 years old and did casual work when he could get it. He had been born in Rome, but had lived in Genoa most of his life. His father was a full-time official with the trade unions in Genoa, and Caro had learned his parents’ love for social justice. Now he was wearing a black mask to hide his identity, though he wasn’t part of the Black Block. He stooped and picked up the fire extinguisher. On the video of the event, it looks as if he is considering throwing the fire extinguisher back at the jeep. Then he lowers the fire extinguisher, apparently deciding not to, and the soldier shoots him in the head with a handgun.

Giuliani fell. The jeep driver reversed back over his body, stopped, and then drove forward again over the body. The protesters fell back, and a wall of police came running up and surrounded Giuliani’s body. They took his mask off. He looked young, and very thin.

I’ve never thought of that before.

(Source: happyrioting)

strugglingtobeheard:

fuckyeahasiandykes:

Queer. Militant. Pinay.

Pride 2012, NYC.

Submitted by teacupthoughts 

is she getting checked out by the beautiful person with the purple hair or am i just imagining this lol?

Nostalgically looking through posts from the beginning of this blog. Maybe this will get some attention now that I’ve got a few followers. I typed in the whole transcript from the article myself. Somebody appreciate my effort. Also, let’s move the description up to the beginning.

youthisastateofmind:

(In case you can’t make it out, the photo is captioned: A policeman in tight pants disguise waits on a Hollywood street to be solicited by homosexuals cruising by in cars)

From Life magazine, June 26, 1964, a transcript of a police sting:

Officer: What’s on your mind after we get home, that’s what I want to know.

Jerry: Well, what’s on your mind?

Officer: Well… I don’t know.

Jerry: You don’t?

Officer: Well, that is to say (laughs)… there isn’t anything to drink at my place, you know.

Jerry: Well I can always drink coffee. I don’t drink anything stronger.

Officer: Uh huh… well, anything else?

Jerry: Anything else?

Officer: I said is there anything else?

Jerry: To drink?

Officer: No.

Jerry: No?

Officer: I was just wondering… maybe… what else you had in mind, if anything.

Jerry: (sighs deeply) At this point I don’t care.

Officer: Well, I don’t exactly know how to take that.

Jerry: Well… how do you want it to go?

Officer: Like I said, it’s up to you Jerry.

Jerry: Well, you call it and… we’ll go from there. I’m your guest… self invited.

Officer: Well… I know, but… I wouldn’t want to be a presumptive host, you might say. In other words, a good host looks out for the welfare of his guests. You understand? So… I’ll leave it up to you.

Jerry: Well… we can just let the chips fall where they may or forget it.

Officer: I always say, if you know what you want and aren’t man enough to ask for it, why to heck with it. You know? (laughs)

Jerry: Yeah, I know.

Officer: Well, there’s no use wasting any more of your time… or mine, I guess, Jerry?

Jerry: Well, I don’t know, it’s up to you.

Officer: You don’t know? What’s the matter, are you afraid?

Jerry: Isn’t everybody?

Officer: I’m not afraid of you.

Jerry: I don’t know you and you don’t know me.

Officer: Well, that’s true, but… still and all, like I say, I’m not… although maybe I should be, I don’t know. You’re not a policeman, are you?

Jerry: No.

Officer: Well, you could be.

Jerry: So could you.

Officer: Well that’s true. I understand they got a whole lot of plainclothesmen they use, so I don’t know what to think sometimes. But that’s why you got to be kind of careful.

Jerry: Uh huh… it pays.

Officer: You understand of course.

Jerry: So maybe we just better drop it at that.

Officer: Oh? Well…

Jerry: I mean (laughs) we’re both getting a little on the leery side.

Officer: Yeah… Well so long Jerry. I won’t take any more of your time.

And thus, smart Jerry safely made it to cruise another day.

Apparently, my little brother isn’t going to be a cop due to an old DUI. I’m sorry for him not being able to get what he wanted, but I’m not that sorry. I still get to post “fuck the police” stuff without feeling too awkward about.

thepeoplesrecord:

Quebec before & after the emergency laws cracking down on striking students, teachers & protesters.

greatdisorder:

ACAB.