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LAPD Arrests the Truth at Occupy LA

My name is Patrick Meighan, and I’m a husband, a father, a writer on the Fox animated sitcom “Family Guy”, and a member of the Unitarian Universalist Community Church of Santa Monica.

I was arrested at about 1 a.m. Wednesday morning with 291 other people at Occupy LA. I was sitting in City Hall Park with a pillow, a blanket, and a copy of Thich Nhat Hanh’s “Being Peace” when 1,400 heavily-armed LAPD officers in paramilitary SWAT gear streamed in. I was in a group of about 50 peaceful protestors who sat Indian-style, arms interlocked, around a tent (the symbolic image of the Occupy movement). The LAPD officers encircled us, weapons drawn, while we chanted “We Are Peaceful” and “We Are Nonviolent” and “Join Us.”

As we sat there, encircled, a separate team of LAPD officers used knives to slice open every personal tent in the park. They forcibly removed anyone sleeping inside, and then yanked out and destroyed any personal property inside those tents, scattering the contents across the park. They then did the same with the communal property of the Occupy LA movement. For example, I watched as the LAPD destroyed a pop-up canopy tent that, until that moment, had been serving as Occupy LA’s First Aid and Wellness tent, in which volunteer health professionals gave free medical care to absolutely anyone who requested it. As it happens, my family had personally contributed that exact canopy tent to Occupy LA, at a cost of several hundred of my family’s dollars. As I watched, the LAPD sliced that canopy tent to shreds, broke the telescoping poles into pieces and scattered the detritus across the park. Note that these were the objects described in subsequent mainstream press reports as “30 tons of garbage” that was “abandoned” by Occupy LA: personal property forcibly stolen from us, destroyed in front of our eyes and then left for maintenance workers to dispose of while we were sent to prison.

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Michigan teacher takes ‘gay’ out of ‘Deck the Halls’

Really? Really? Just because the word made kids giggle, you decided to take it out and replace it with bright? Kids aren’t stupid; you can talk to them and they will understand. Censoring a word instead of talking about it… now that’s stupid. Kudos, however, to the principal and parents who spoke out against this kind of idiocy.

And now, Uncle Slappy’s off to don himself some gay apparel.

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Now you, too, can be prepared for that day when your friends ascend bodily into heaven. It has to happen sooner or later… right?

The number of loud homophobes out there who have later turned out to be closeted homosexuals is really quite staggering. Often it seems like the louder the hatred, the deeper the closet. And two years later or so, that closet opens up in a big way, whether it’s affairs with college students, playing tootsie in an airport men’s room, paying for a male prostitute to come with you to Europe, sending text messages to underage pages, or offering to give undercover cops blowjobs.

Given the fact that Catholic Leaguer Bill Donohue felt the need to take out a full-page ad in the New York Times placing the blame for sexual abuse on the survivors and insisting it was consensual sex or money-hungry lawsuit hangers-on, Uncle Slappy figures Donohue’s closet must be pretty damn deep, and it’s going to be very interesting about two years from now when we find out what’s in it.

Uncle Slappy’s got his eye on you, Donohue. The clock is ticking.