Rascal Martinez on Revolution and Beer Artist Spotlight

rascal1On this very special show we explore the songwriting of Rascal Martinez, a fresh new singer/songwriter from Nebraska. You may have heard him on the show before, but his new album, The Original Acoustic Sessions, is powerfully inspired. If you like music from the heart, you’ll find this exclusive interview soul-southing. For those who grew up listening to Buddy Holly or Johnny Cash, and you wonder what happened to music…

We highly recommend you getting a copy of  Rascal Martinez’s new album: The Original Acoustic Sessions.

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Old Single Mom Pays Us a Visit

The_Original_Acoustic_SessionsWell, WC found a hell of a stand-in for this show. While I was out being an old single dad, he replaced me with the amazing Old Single Mom (btw, she’s not that old). The balance is great and she definitely provides a much needed perspective on the issues that were discussed. We also played some amazing new tracks from Rascal Martinez’s new album: The Original Acoustic Sessions.

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You’re Invited. Pamela Geller announces Reclaiming the N-Word festival

On the heels of her successful Draw a cartoon of the Prophet Mohammad event in Garland Texas, Free Speech heroine Pamela Geller announced today the next great leap forward in Free Speech rights has invited you to a nationwide “Reclaiming the N-word!” event. Join Pamela Geller, Amy Jacobson, Representative Joe Walsh Rand Paul and WLS morning host John Howell, as well as the entire GOP and the great patriots of Garland Texas as White people refuse to have their freedoms abridged.

“Drawing cartoons intended to offend Muslims was just the beginning,” said Pamela Geller. “We are reclaiming the freedoms that made America great.” She was speaking from her posh Manhattan apartment amid some of the $50 million she has received from secret sources to continue her brave efforts.

Among the groundbreaking civic work Geller hopes to accomplish, is making it okay again for White people to use the N-word when and where they please. Geller Hopes to move onto the Mexican and Hispanic community with the S-word, and the C-word for Chinese. Other groups she hopes to reclaim freedom against their desire for respect in America are the Japanese, Slavs, Vietnamese, Filipinos, Inuit, Indigenous Americans, the handicapped and the poor.

Walsh, who suffered a doubly embarrassing blow in the last election to both a woman and an Asian American, but found solace in mocking a crippled veteran’s wounds, said the loss of terms historically used to reaffirm oppression and power structures, which supported slavery, intimidation and genocide, of these “banned” words represent a cornerstone of American freedoms.

“Once coloreds and immigrants, especially the brownish ones,” Walsh said proudly to an audience of 7 upstanding American patriots who tapped their canes and rattled oxygen tanks in support, “we lost some of our god-given freedoms.”

Walsh was referring to upstart minorities who unilaterally decided so-called “derogatory” terms were offensive. That, Walsh and Geller agree, is a slippery slope. What’s next, Rand Paul told FOX host Sean Hannity, yesterday; Voting for everyone? Respect? Civil society?

“Ban the N-word,” said Amy Jacobson, settling into the AM1680 morning show, with her new male minder and verbal abuser, Dan Proft, “and little by little it’s mind police.”

When asked whether or not there would be an event to take back the K-word for Jewish Americans, Geller called the question anti-Semitic and deeply offensive , then stormed out of the interview.

For details on how you can get on the invitation list for this seminal event in the cause of defending American freedoms write to or call:
AM 560
25 NW Point Blvd. Suite 400
Elk Grove Village, IL 60007
(847) 437-5200
Or Email Pamela Geller directly and tell her what minority you would like to abuse, and ask how to schedule the event with her:
Email me at pamelageller@gmail.com

A note:
The author believes that parody and sarcasm of the above piece are integral to the perverse political climate of rightwing hate currently paraded under terms such as “Freedom.” In keeping with their penchant for twisting reason and discourse to the detriment and division of civil society, the intent of this piece was to use their assertion that all offense speech is protected under the First Amendment, the author asserts that and their position then excludes any legal or personal offense as an attempt to curb my First Amendment rights.


Listen Saturday’s from 11am-1pm to WC Turck, Brian Murray and guests on Chicago’s real alternative media, AM1680, Q4 radio, streaming at www.que4.org.
CAM00236WC Turck is an author, artist, playwright and talk radio host in Chicago. He has been called the most dangerous voice on the Left. His new book “A Tragic Fate: is an unflinching look at the events leading up to the shooting down of Malaysia Air Flight 17.” His first novel, “Broken” was recommended by NAMI for its treatment of PTSD. In 2006 he published “Everything for Love,” a memoir of his experiences during the siege of Sarajevo. He wrote and produced two critically acclaimed plays, “Occupy my Heart” and “The People’s Republic of Edward Snowden.” He works with the homeless and foreclosure victims in Chicago. He partners in a weekly radio show dedicated to issues, society and politics with cohost, activist and artist Brian Murray For more information, past shows, videos and articles, visit www.revolutioandbeer.com


The Illinois Policy Institute (IPI) is a conservative think tank with offices in Chicago and Springfield, Illinois, and member of the State Policy Network. IPI is a member of the American Legislative Exchange Council (ALEC) as of 2011. IPI is also a member of ALEC’s Health and Human Services Task Force and Education Task Force. Senior Budget and Tax Policy Analyst, Amanda Griffin-Johnson, presented model legislation (the “State Employee Health Savings Account Act”) to the HHS task force at ALEC’s 2011 annual meeting.[4] Collin Hitt, Director of Education Policy, is a private sector member of the Education Task Force representing IPI. He sponsored the “Local Government Transparency Act” at the ALEC 2011 States and Nation Policy Summit. In its 2006 annual report the Cato Institute states that it made a grant of $50,000 to the Illinois Policy Institute. The Cato Institute is a libertarian think tank founded by Charles G. Koch and funded by the Koch brothers.

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IWW Toronto Members: How Students & Faculty get it Done

Sandwiched between Mayday and The Anniversary of Kent State, and nestled on a bed of Chicago Spring, we packed the Que4 Radio studio with industrial unionists and old friends to discuss labor, higher education, and environmental justice. We were joined by Brianne Bolin of Precaricorps, Max Baru and Katie Leonard of the IWW. We also are joined by Bret Hamilton of Save Columbia here in Chicago. Our friend and past co-broadcaster, Mike Nowak, sat in to provide his extremely knowledgeable perspective, as well as our fav fem-fatale Catherine “Povs” Povineli. There was also a pleasant surprise visit from Chicago 1st Ward aldermanic challenger and civil rights lawyer Anne Shaw. We even had live breaking updates from the UK concerning the arrival of the recent royal seed. All this on the defiantly unique and original programming provided by AM1680, Que4 Radio, in Chicago. Stream this original programming at www.que4.org. Follow our blog here at www.revolutionandbeer.com.

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Julia Pham of Relish Underground Dining Does a Mean Rosie Perez

The beautiful Julia Pham, chef and founder of Relish Underground Dining, joins us to talk about food, city regulations, the price of getting noticed, and just about everything from gender to Rosie Perez. You gotta hear her impersonations. Thanks to Drew Prince of Magic Radio Chicago for connecting us with Julia. Thanks to Darren Wilson and Phil Banks for adding some great commentary to the discussion.

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Kerry Junior: A Musician and a Story You Want to Hear

Our featured guest on the January 15th show was singer songwriter Kerry Junior. This talented fella’ from Gary Indiana—originally born in Chicago—played his beautiful blend of folk and acoustic pop for us live in the studio. Kerry also shared with us his powerful story of growing up without talking until a very late age, which is quite hard to believe were you to meet him now. He was also brave enough to stick around for the rest of the show and share his thoughts on topics related to personal motivation, inner-city living, drinking, and policing in communities. Thanks to Jason Scott Page for starting us off. Darren Marshal, AKA the Minister of Useless Information, also joined us for a drink and some laughs.

 

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May Day May Day – Cooptation Confrontation – Revolution & Beer Weekend – May 3rd 2014

We had a full studio for this show. Poet and new Que 4 radio host Larry Sawyer sat down with us. We also had our old friend Earnest James, blogger, working dad, and radio personality at WCPT joined us for his take on recent issues.

We talked a lot about the ICIRR/SEIU situation at May Day Chicago this year, and what the dynamics on the street level were for those advocating clashing positions on Comprehensive Immigration Reform. Brian had just witnessed the arrests of past guest Ze Garcia and his friend Anne Wooten during the May Day Chicago march.

Our friends Sarah Finkel, Rising Tide Chicago, and Ergoat, Occupy CA, enlightened our discussion on street-level citizen rights and the patterns of tactics by NGO protest marshals and police. We covered a lot of ground, and the conversation was very beneficial for everyone involved. One thing that came from it was a very inspired and reflective piece from WC Turck, entitled “Attack of the Suburban Middle-aged White Guy.” This is also well worth a read.

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Flight Plan: A Revolution and Beer online novella. Part 2

“Eden 224,” came the air traffic controllers smooth voice, as the plane climbed above the hills and mountains of the mainland. “selemat pagi identified. Climb to flight level one eight zero.”

One Eight zero, Eden 224” the pilot responded. “Quiet night,” he remarked to the copilot, a young man with a round face and a natural deep bronze complexion.

“God willing,” he replied in Maylay without looking up as he checked and reset course corrections. Samar Saaduddin wasn’t Malay by birth, but had been born thirty-six years before in Banda Aceh. Though his family had emigrated when he was young to Kuala Lumpur, he always maintained a deep passion for that homeland. When the tsunami devastated the city in 2004 he asked for leave from the Maylay military to give assistance, not understanding until he arrived the historic devastation he was to find. Devoutly Muslim, Samar was shocked and outraged as Western Christian missionaries flooded into the region to take advantage in proselytizing to desperate and frightened Muslims, most of whom had lost everything. And it made him appreciate even more the life he had in Malaysia. But the anger never left him, and though he had many Western friends after nearly a decade with Eden Air, Samar found that he could never fully trust a Westerner. Drone strikes in Pakistan and across the Mideast, the constant rhetoric of Islamic terror, the anti-Muslim sentiments layered on the Western psyche, like sediments on a river bed only affirmed and secured that mistrust.

Rezak was a bit concerned about the amount of fuel onboard. For a trip that was a shade under four hours it was odd that the ground crew had nearly topped her off. He checked the weather reports once more, but could find nothing but scattered clouds approaching Hong Kong. Certainly nothing to warrant a full load. With a maximum range of better than thirteen thousand kilometers, or seventy-four hundred miles, they could fly almost half way around the planet.

“We’re going to land heavy with all this extra fuel on board,” he remarked. “Comfortable bringing her in that heavy?”

“I think we’ll be fine.”

“We could take the long way around Manila,” Rezak managed a joke. “Burn off some of this fuel.”

Samar didn’t respond, but only smiled. The radio crackled to life. They were nearing the limits of Kuala Lumpur ATC. The controller’s voice sounded distant and the feed was breaking up a bit with static.

“Eden 224 contact Lumpur Radar one three two six. Good night.” This was Ali Razak’s first flight with the young copilot, but he was fully at home with the A330. He still wondered over the excess fuel. That weight at this destination risked a terribly heavy landing that wasn’t good for the aircraft of those on board. Still, he had faith in his skills as a pilot, and was growing more comfortable with Samar’s as well, almost to the point of true admiration. Samar could see the thoughts moving in Rezak’s expression.

“We could have asked for a refuel,” said Samar, knowing full well it was a lengthy process, one the airline would not take kindly to. Settling him was the confident hum of the aircraft’s twin Rolls Royce engines, driving them through the sky with better than seventy thousand pounds of thrust and a cruising speed of four hundred and seventy knots.

“The delay would have been prohibitive. I have an excellent on time record, but I’ll want maintenance to give it a thorough going over before we leave Hong Kong.”

Razak was a Malaysian air force veteran, trained by the US military before landing the job with Eden Air a shade over 21 years earlier. At 55, Rezak was still in exceptional condition. Small but powerfully built, he had a sort of professorial appearance, with thin silver hair, small thin mustache and square glasses.

It was just two months since his wife had left him and filed for divorce. Their two sons had taken their mother’s sude, at least as far as they believed in her right to make choices over her own life and happiness. He was taking it hard, the shock and confusion still potent and almost debilitating when not in the cockpit or filing flight plans. Rezak felt alone, and it was not a place he ever recalled being before. Normally gregarious and optimistic Rezak was now notably quieter and more reserved now. And it might have been simpler if it had been over something concrete like infidelity or something else. That she had simply packed up and moved back Sungai Petani to help her sister care for their mother. And so Rezak went mechanically through the day, melting a wounded heart into the regimen of the job, and struggling to fend off much darker thoughts.

The lumbering airbus crossed the coast at Dungun and headed out over open sea. The lights, the sparse traffic of the coastal roads, the snow-white waves breaking at the shoreline slipped silently behind the airbus as if they were the edge of the world, and the dark see the endless abyss of space. Behind them, behind the locked flight deck door the flight attendants were just starting with the first beverage service. Samar and Rezak looked out into the midnight-blue waters of the South China Sea. The sea was perfect and smooth as a mirror, seeming to extend into eternity. The Milky Way blanketed the sky. The moon was still more than an hour from rising, and it was still too early to pick up the lights of the Vietnamese coast some 500 miles distant. By this light it was easy to mistake or second guess the aircraft’s altitude. As they climbed steady towards thirty thousand feet a tired mind could easily have believed they were flying so much lower than the instruments indicated.

“Would you like to make the first address, Captain,” said Samar dutifully.

“If you care to,” came a stoic reply from the veteran pilot.

“No worries,” Said Samar before speaking into the aircraft’s public address system. “Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Captain Rezak and myself I would like to welcome you onboard Eden Air Flight 224. Apologies for a late departure, but we anticipate clear weather and should land in Hong Kong on time. Our flight is three hours and thirty minutes. Despite the clear weather it is advised that everyone keep their seatbelts fastened securely and that you remain in your seats…”

Rezak glanced over at the young man and thought it a bit odd that all passengers should remain seated for the duration. Samar met Rezak’s eyes for a moment. Rezak managed a smile and nodded respectfully.

“…I will update you on weather conditions as we near our destination. Relax and enjoy your flight.”

“Keeping them in their seats, huh?” Rezak couldn’t help but remark, his gaze trained through the cockpit windows into the darkness ahead.

“Three and a half hours. They’ll survive,” Samar said hollowly.

The radio crackled to life again. Rezak glanced expectantly to Samar. Samar keyed the microphone.

“Eden 224,Good evening,” came the controller’s voice. It had the quality of a seasoned professional. “Climb to flight level two five zero.”

“Eden 224, copy, flight level two five zero,” Samar said, confirming they were at the prescribed altitude of twenty-five thousand feet.

Five minutes later came new instructions from the Controller, “Eden 224, climb to three five zero.”

Samar keyed the mic again. He looked over at Rezak, his brow deeply tortured by a thought.
“Eden 224, climbing to three five zero.” Samar punched in the command and let the onboard computer do all the work. Samar frowned. Rezak looked to be a million miles away.
A moment later the controller said. “Maintain three five zero.”

A bright shooting star swept across the sky. Neither of the pilots noticed as they went over their instruments and checked the weather to destination once more. Samar’s hands were sweating. He wiped them on his navy blue slacks and took a deep breath. Rezak noticed the tension in the young man’s face.

“Everything okay?’ he asked.

“Fine,” came the answer. Samar started to say something, seeing that Rezak wasn’t satisfied. Kuala Lumpur ATC interrupted him an instant later.

“Eden 224, contact Ho Chi Minh at 120 decimal. Good night.”

Samar felt a shiver come over him, and was suddenly anxious. He keyed the mic once more. “Good night, Lumpur, Eden 224.”

Those would the last words that anyone would hear from Eden air. That realization would come reluctant and slow at first as controllers in Malaysia and Vietnam both tried in vain to contact the suddenly silent jetliner. All that remained was the final radar signatures showing the jet’s sudden and precipitous climb before banking hard to the left. Seconds later it disappeared from civilian radar screens. Following some 25 miles behind Eden Air 224 was Korean Air 747 freighter headed for Seoul. They were just reaching Eden’s last known position.

“Korean 341, Lumpur ATC, please advise if you can see anything. Is there anything in the water?”

In those first desperate minutes ATC control rooms fell deathly silent but for the persistent calls to the missing aircraft.

“Eden 224, please report,” said the Lumpur controller several more times, ignoring a garbled transmission from the Korean freighter. The controller sighed and rubbed his tired eyes which refused to leave the radar in hoped that Eden Air 224 might suddenly reappear with apologies from the chagrined flight crew.

“Korean 341, can you report anything?”

“Lumpur ATC, Korean 341,” the pilot replied. “Negative. Do you want us to go around for a closer look?”

“Korean 341, negative. Thank you. Remain level at three five zero.” The last thing he needed was to have giant aircraft flying off course and creating more confusion…or worse. he knew the Korean pilot knew better as well. The airlines were akin to something of a global family. The pilot had to ask, wishing that others might care as much if he was lost.

“Korean 341, you’re su…okay Lumpur, level at three five zero.”

An impending sense of doom fell over the various control towers from Kuala Lumpur to Bangkok, Ho Chi Minh to Brunei and Palawan. Freighters running those still waters reported nothing unusual that night. On land, in the air or at sea the answer always came back the same; Eden Air 224, a huge Airbus 330 with two hundred and twenty two people on board had seemingly vanished from the face of the earth…

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Shut Up! Revolution and Beer Reactionary of the Week

The strategy of the Democrat party is that people will become dependent upon government so they will continue to vote for Dems. So says the deposed Representative Joe Walsh, a man who has been or done nothing but fail at everything he’s done. He’s never run a business, created anything, but never mind that as he accuses Barack Obama, who managed to get elected twice, of the same thing. He has crafted a gig as a skilled liar and propagandist, and is sly enough to deflect to the dullest among us that he is not actually a bigot and a racist.

Dependent on government. Hmm. But this is the tripe, along with tangential and veiled racism the Right has become afflicted with. On yesterday’s show Ole Joe, who still lies about busloads of illegal immigrants coming down from out of state to vote for Tammy Duckworth(Got proof, Joe. It’s a felony to rig elections. It is also a crime to conceal evidence of a crime, Joe). She’s the veteran the chicken hawk Right, like Joe, who never served a day in his life, panders to, but then belittles and berates. Despite losing half her body in combat, Walsh, who has only seen combat in his own pants demeaned and derided her sacrifice.

Then there was this, one of his unending hypocrisies that his sycophant audience, all as embarrassingly ridiculous, self-amused and ill-informed as Walsh, never seem to get. Walsh slobbered over a story purported to show Dems in California were in an open conspiracy to trick people into voting Democrat by pre-checking the “D” box on voter registration cards. Joe, who doesn’t believe there is any global climate crisis fully regurgitated an obviously false story by an “unnamed California Republican couple” showing the only pre-marked card. He then went on to say that it was obviously about illegal aliens voting and getting free healthcare. However, regarding a Sun Times story about a Northwest side man, 54 year old William O’Connell, a conceal carry holder who pulled a gun over a rent dispute Walsh used the Allegedly 9 times. He never once used the word in regards to the unnamed republican couple nor questioned why only one card, sent out by the Secretary of State’s office and not the Dems turned up. And if you want to argue that California SoS Debra Bowen is a Dem, that just bolsters my argument for the dissolution of both parties in favor of a vibrant multi-party system. So shut up!

“(the) Sun Times puts this one incident on the front page,” Walsh fumed, “as if 16 people died!” Although 16 or 60 wouldn’t matter to this reprobate who openly politicized the deaths of children at Sandy Hook and called for more guns and less gun control. see here is the rub, guns aren’t about your safety, it is about the unprecedented profits to the gun industry who, through Walsh’s manipulation, keeps you afraid of shadows in order to buy more guns. It is about a society and people isolated from those around them because of guns and fear that makes you easy pickings for corporate propaganda, which Walsh proliferates.

Walsh is never at a loss for faux outrage, invoking fear and meanness about the poor, immigrants, Muslims to his white audience of bigots, 17th century mentalists, and critically misguided and misinformed poor and middleclass and predominantly suburban audience, while the corporations he fellates robs them blind. Never once has be discussed the corporate coup crafted under TPP to steal America’s sovereignty and loot our treasury, because he’s part of the “look over here at the shiny keys” crowd. He’s positively orgasmic over cutting a few billion in food stamps to the poor but never once, never once, mentions the conservative estimate of $476.4 billion, state, local and federal given to corporations annually. he’ll condemn your kid’s teacher’s pension before acknowledging the corporate welfare whores who are the true robber barons. His listeners pretend their patriotism. Real patriots don’t advocate for smaller government that will be replaced by bigger corporations!

Finally, the great patriot and tough guy behind the microphone called Israel, which is arguably an ally, a “sacred” ally, saying that Palestinians were to blame for the conditions they live under. “The territories aren’t disputed,” he said, “they’re Israel, and Jerusalem is the capital of Israel!”

This was after New Jersey Governor Chris Christie, an elected US official was rhetorically sodomized into begging forgiveness to billionaire election manipulator Sheldon Adelson after remarking how’d he’d flown over the “…occupied territories…”

Where is your fraudulent patriotism now, Walsh and Tea Partiers? Not a word as representatives of a foreign nation force an American elected official to grovel, albeit because he’s a whore for the money.

Walsh supports crimes against humanity, which brands him in my book a war criminal. He supports elected officials being controlled and subservient to a foreign power, making him a traitor. And he perverts religion by supporting this twisted anti-Jewish end-times death cult, which, in my view makes him a heretic and anti-Christian-and certainly anti-Semitic. Also, after dodging multiple challenges for a debate on our radio, social media and TV show, Walsh is kind of a Dick. He won’t because he fails on truth and real American and Christian values. What’s it gonna be Joe? Man enough to come on our show? I’ll buy the beer.

The lines are open on my show, daily from 9-11am on AM1680, que4.org, with the most dangerous voice on the Left. And I take calls at 773-217-8344. Righties, this is the sound of the Left fighting back!

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