My Friend, The Lone Vet passed away 10/12/20

 https://youtu.be/7sZyjn_08gU

--> 3,000 dollar reward offer <--

Filmed on 12.17.2009 outside Pioneer Courthouse, in Portland Oregon.

This is where the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals holds court for this region. Judge ByBee sits on the 9th.

Judge ByBee thinks torture and abuses done to prisoners in US custody is fine.
So each week at noon a handful of individuals for justice stand in public to bring attention to the Torture memo Judge. The group is sponsoring a 3,000 dollar reward for the arrest of this judge.

 https://youtu.be/7sZyjn_08gU (9 min video)

I've been posting on Portland Indymedia for around 20 years now. Lone Vet was a real firecracker! He kept it real and was a great contributing writer and activist. My heart goes out to his friends and family. Rest in peace and power, Lone Vet!!!

This is one of my favorite writings of his. Unfortunately, much is still relevant today.
 https://jpaulson.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-old-us-of.html

 http://portland.indymedia.org/en/2020/10/439528.shtml

 https://youtu.be/T5al0HmR4to - 6 min audio -

Bob Dylan - A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall (Audio)

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[Verse 1]
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

[Chorus]
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-going to fall

[Verse 2]
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept dripping
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleeding
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten-thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

[Chorus]
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-going to fall

[Verse 3]
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warning
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing
I heard ten-thousand whispering and nobody listening
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing
I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

[Chorus]
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-going to fall

[Verse 4]
Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
And who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman, her body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded in hatred

[Chorus]
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-going to fall

[Verse 5]
And what will you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what will you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-going back out 'fore the rain starts a-falling
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
And the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it, and speak it, and think it, and breathe it
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking
But I'll know my song well before I start singing

[Chorus]
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-going to fall

I used to be a poet, but the business of living somehow got in the way of my signifying. But there are other new poets. So I would like to pretend to dedicate this poem to Lone Vet. His wonderful message will always remain in my heart.

Horizon - Sunday Postman