Michigan Democratic Party Spring State Convention 2017

On Saturday February 11, 2017 my wife and I went to our first Democratic Party convention! We showed up at 7:30 AM as suggested by our local DSA. The idea was not to “push the dems left”, but rather to vote Berniecrats into key committees. A lot of people have been arguing whether or not this strategy of “#DemEnter” works. The Democratic party has all the vigor of a baloney sandwich on white bread, but there are millions on the outside that need political power. To get voting rights at the convention you just have to hold your nose long enough to join the democratic party. You must register a month before the convention (this is free (well, it costs the price of the postage stamp)).

On our way to the Progressive Caucus, there were three groups tabling. First off was the DSA 🌹, which is a loose-nit socialist group aiming at socialist values (society should serve people over profits). Their table was seeing the least action, due to bad placement, liberal fears of “socialism”. I chit chatted for them a bit, met David who runs the Detroit Chapter. Since I’ve joined, there’s only been one meeting 😿. There’s two different groups that are from the womb of Bernie Sander’s Our Revolution, and I’m sure there’s overlap between all three, first was Michigan to Believe In which is a Facebook group of Berners looking to organize around progressive policies. The other group Michigan for Revolution seemed like they were much more left leaning, and had their shit together like no one else. They bussed people in, coordinated demonstrations (more on this later), and had brought with them Birdie Sanders (see image above)!

Progressive Caucus

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Dream

I am the friend of some gangster that gets in peanut fights with a kid at a park everyday. The kid hides his peanuts when there’s a cop around so that it isn’t confiscated. This impresses the gangster. I smoke marlboro ultra ultra lights which are smaller and thinner than Capri Slims. The majority of the box is packing foam for the tiny cigarettes.

Death in the Alley

For the past few years I’ve been working on a giallo script that takes place in a post-industrial Detroit-like city. A teen who is fresh to the city finds herself in danger and her friends being killed one by one. Can she find the killer before becoming a victim herself?

Here’s some photos I took while location scouting enjoy!

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