The “Rosa Parks of Poland” dies in airplane crash

April 14, 2010

Good bye Anna.

the U.K. Guardian reports in Anna Walentynowicz, whose sacking led to the rise of Solidarity:

Anna Walentynowicz who died, aged 80, in the Smolensk plane disaster was the woman who began one of Poland’s most significant postwar events – the Gdansk shipyard strike in 1980 that led to the formation of the Solidarity trade union and, ultimately, the collapse of communism.

Every franchisee advocate I know has been despised by most everyone. Especially their “peers”.

A Polish free trade unionist it was her sacking in August 1980 that provoked the strike at the Lenin shipyard in which more than a million workers would eventually be involved.
Despised by the shipyard’s management, later in her working life she would be segregated from other employees for her actions. The crisis would come, however, when the management finally moved against her in August 1980, firing her a few months before she was due to retire.

It was this clumsy action that led to the strike, which occurred in the midst of a period of profound political and economic problems for the Communist regime. The consequence of that action, led by then electrician Lech Walesa, was the emergence of Solidarity and also the Gdansk Agreement, which saw the government give in to the workers’ demands for a new social contract. Within two years the union would have 10 million members.

AP reports that she saw herself this way: I was the drop that caused the cup of bitterness to overflow.

One person makes a majority.

A beautiful post on the That’s how the light gets in bog.

BTW: Rosa Parks


No matter what you’ve lost, Rise Again

January 13, 2009

heartdiagram1I don’t know anything about being on the ocean.

But I try to listen when stories are told about forces of nature that overtake man’s best-laid plans. Coping with disasters, natural and man-made, has been an interest of mine for some time.

Franchising comes on you like a hurricane. It disrupts all relationships, your self-identity, causes such pain and casts you out onto a dung pile. it did it to me and I can tell you, others seem to share my experiences.

But in the midst of it all, there are messages out there calling you to take care and to take heart.

  • Springsteen: Gettin’ beat and then playin’ again,‘Till their strength gives out or their heart gives in, Now who’s the man who thinks he can decide, Whose dreams will live and whose shall be pushed aside, Has he ever walked down these streets at night, And looked into the eyes of…None baby but the brave
  • Dylan: Statues made of match sticks, Crumble into one another, My love winks, she does not bother, She knows too much to argue or to judge.
  • Harrison: I don’t know why nobody told you, how to unfold your love, I don’t know how someone controlled you, they bought and sold you
  • Petty: Baby we ain’t the first, I’m sure a lot of other lover’s been burned, Right now this seems real to you, But it’s one of those things, You gotta feel to be true
  • Cohen: And everybody knows that you’re in trouble, Everybody knows what you’ve been through, From the bloody cross on top of calvary, To the beach of malibu, Everybody knows it’s coming apart, Take one last look at this sacred heart, Before it blows, And everybody knows

One form is through music. You should listen to Stan Rogers as much as you can. If you think this is good, his ballads will kill the part of you that is hardening.

And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow
With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go
Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.

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The Mary Ellen Carter, Stan Rogers

She went down last October in a pouring driving rain.
The skipper, he’d been drinking and the Mate, he felt no pain.
Too close to Three Mile Rock, and she was dealt her mortal blow,
And the Mary Ellen Carter settled low.
There were just five of us aboard her when she finally was awash.
We’d worked like hell to save her, all heedless of the cost.
And the groan she gave as she went down, it caused us to proclaim
That the Mary Ellen Carter would rise again.

Well, the owners wrote her off; not a nickel would they spend.
She gave twenty years of service, boys, then met her sorry end.
But insurance paid the loss to them, they let her rest below.
Then they laughed at us and said we had to go.
But we talked of her all winter, some days around the clock,
For she’s worth a quarter million, afloat and at the dock.
And with every jar that hit the bar, we swore we would remain
And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.

Rise again, rise again, that her name not be lost
To the knowledge of men.
Those who loved her best and were with her till the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.

All spring, now, we’ve been with her on a barge lent by a friend.
Three dives a day in hard hat suit and twice I’ve had the bends.
Thank God it’s only sixty feet and the currents here are slow
Or I’d never have the strength to go below.
But we’ve patched her rents, stopped her vents, dogged hatch and porthole down.
Put cables to her, ‘fore and aft and girded her around.
Tomorrow, noon, we hit the air and then take up the strain.
And watch the Mary Ellen Carter Rise Again.

Rise again, rise again, that her name not be lost
To the knowledge of men.
Those who loved her best and were with her till the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.

For we couldn’t leave her there, you see, to crumble into scale.
She’d saved our lives so many times, living through the gale
And the laughing, drunken rats who left her to a sorry grave
They won’t be laughing in another day. . .
And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow
With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go
Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.

Rise again, rise again – though your heart it be broken
And life about to end
No matter what you’ve lost, be it a home, a love, a friend.
Like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.


I’m junk but I’m still holding up this little wild bouquet

January 13, 2009

49songs

I’ll miss newspapers when they’re gone.

McLuhan said you didn’t read a newspaper, you step into one, like taking a bath.

President-elect Obama will be visiting Canada soon. The Toronto Star reports that CBC Radio is holding a poll to select some songs to give to the President as a gift from all Canadians (CBC shuffles Obama’s iPod).

Here’s one of our best. A quirky, abridged version but Is it possible to to hear too much of The Voice?

I love the country but I can’t stand the scene.
And I’m neither left or right
I’m just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I’m stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay,

I’m junk but I’m still holding up this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Democracy, Leonard Cohen

It’s coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It’s coming from the feel
that this ain’t exactly real,
or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It’s coming from the sorrow in the street,
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchin’
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat.
It’s coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It’s here they got the range
and the machinery of change
and it’s here they got the spiritual thirst.

It’s here the family’s broken
and it’s here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

I’m sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can’t stand the scene.
And I’m neither left or right
I’m just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I’m stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay,
I’m junk but I’m still holding up this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate

Unused verse:

It ain’t comin’ to us European-style,
Concentration camp behind the smile;
It ain’t comin’ from the east
With its temporary feast
As Count Dracula comes strolling down the aisle. (source)


Everybody Knows Why they’re giving franchises away

October 3, 2008

Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there’s gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

My love affair with franchising continues.


Everybody Knows

Performed by Rufus Wainwright

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you’ve been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you’ve been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that its now or never
Everybody knows that its me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when youve done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old black joes still pickin cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the plague is coming
Everybody knows that its moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But theres gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that you’re in trouble
Everybody knows what youve been through
From the bloody cross on top of calvary
To the beach of malibu
Everybody knows it’s coming apart
Take one last look at this sacred heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows


Dead Logos Walking

July 10, 2008

I founded the Canadian Alliance of Franchise Operators, CAFO in 1998 and killed it off in September 2005. I used to run a website called cafo.net, too.

I still own the logo [left], the trademark and copyright.

Anyone that would like to use it, by all means, copy and reproduce as much as you want. You may choose to use it selectively but please report back as to its effects.

For some time, I had felt the need to compete with the Canadian Franchise Association, CFA which is the franchisor-only trade association. I guess it is the second oldest in the world, next to to the International Franchise Association in the U.S.

I stopped CAFO when it became apparent that it was being used to give false sense of a franchise investor voice. I’d rather be silent that feed into the misrepresentations, half-truths and silent lies. And these were from the people that claimed to be on the franchisee side [wolf in sheeps' clothing lawyers].

Clever marketing. Useful for some time, I suppose.

  1. The death will never be acknowledged.
  2. It’ll start with single-unit investors.
  3. Liars believe everyone else lies (so they have lost the capacity to trust even someone who doesn’t).
  4. A hint of the desperation and that the law can only divide [not integrate] is shown when the main course fails to show [see 1 and 2].

Take a listen to St. Leonard of Montreal: Everyone Knows

  • But strictly on a good taste basis: Which logo do you like better?

Let me know.


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