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New Yorkers Protest the US0 BILLION (US TRILLION) Wall Street BAILOUT: Wall Street, NYC – September 25, 2008

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Friends,

The richest 400 Americans — that’s right, just four-hundred people — own MORE than the bottom 150 million Americans COMBINED! 400 of the wealthiest Americans have got more stashed away than half the entire country! Their combined net worth is .6 trillion. During the eight years of the Bush Administration, their wealth has increased by nearly 0 billion — the same amount that they were demanding We give to them for the "bailout." Why don’t they just spend the money they made under Bush to bail themselves out? They’d still have nearly a trillion dollars left over to spread amongst themselves!

Of course, they are not going to do that — at least not voluntarily. George W. Bush was handed a 7 billion surplus when Bill Clinton left office. Because that money was OUR money and not HIS, he did what the rich prefer to do — spend it and never look back. Now we have a .5 trillion debt that will take seven generations from which to recover. Why — on –earth – did — our — "representatives" — give — these — robber — barons — $ US850 BILLION — of – OUR — money?

Last week, proposed my own bailout plan. My suggestions, listed below, were predicated on the singular and simple belief that the rich must pull themselves up by their own platinum bootstraps. Sorry, fellows, but you drilled it into our heads one too many times: THERE…IS…NO…FREE… LUNCH ~ PERIOD! And thank you for encouraging us to hate people on welfare! So, there should have been NO HANDOUTS FROM US TO YOU! Last Friday, after voting AGAINST this BAILOUT, in an unprecedented turn of events, the House FLIP-FLOPPED their "No" Vote & said "Yes", in a rush version of a "bailout" bill vote. IN SPITE OF THE PEOPLE’S OVERWHELMING DISAPPROVAL OF THIS BAILOUT BILL… IN SPITE OF MILLIONS OF CALLS FROM THE PEOPLE CRASHING WASHINGTON "representatives’" PHONE LINES…IN SPITE OF CRASHING OUR POLITICIAN’S WEBSITES…IN SPITE OF HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE PROTESTING AROUND THE COUNTRY… THEY VOTED FOR THIS BAILOUT! The People first succeeded on Monday with the House, but failed do it with the Senate and then THE HOUSE TURNED ON US TOO!

It is clear, though, we cannot simply continue protesting without proposing exactly what it is we think THESE IDIOTS should/’ve do/one. So, after consulting with a number of people smarter than Phil Gramm, here's the proposal, now known as "Mike’s Rescue Plan." (From Michael Moore’s Bailout Plan) It has 10 simple, straightforward points. They are that you DIDN’T, BUT SHOULD’VE:

1. APPOINTED A SPECIAL PROSECUTOR TO CRIMINALLY INDICT ANYONE ON WALL STREET WHO KNOWINGLY CONTRIBUTED TO THIS COLLAPSE. Before any new money was expended, Congress should have committed, by resolution, to CRIMINALLY PROSECUTE ANYONE who had ANYTHING to do with the attempted SACKING OF OUR ECONOMY. This means that anyone who committed insider trading, securities fraud or any action that helped bring about this collapse should have and MUST GO TO JAIL! This Congress SHOULD HAVE called for a Special Prosecutor who would vigorously go after everyone who created the mess, and anyone else who attempts to scam the public in future. (I like Elliot Spitzer ~ so, he played a little hanky-panky…Wall Street hates him & this is a GOOD thing.)

2. THE RICH SHOULD HAVE PAID FOR THEIR OWN BAILOUT! They may have to live in 5 houses instead of 7. They may have to drive 9 cars instead of 13. The chef for their mini-terriers may have to be reassigned. But there is no way in hell, after forcing family incomes to go down more than ,000 dollars during the Bush years, that working people and the middle class should have to fork over one dime to underwrite the next yacht purchase.

If they truly needed the 0 billion they say they needed, well, here is an easy way they could have raised it:

a) Every couple makeing over a million dollars a year and every single taxpayer who makes over 0,000 a year should pay a 10% surcharge tax for five years. (It’s the Senator Sanders plan. He’s like Colonel Sanders, only he’s out to fry the right chickens.) That means the rich would have still been paying less income tax than when Carter was president. That would have raise a total of 0 billion.

b) Like nearly every other democracy, they should have charged a 0.25% tax on every stock transaction. This would have raised more than 0 billion in a year.

c) Because every stockholder is a patriotic American, stockholders should have forgone receiving a dividend check for ONE quarter and instead this money would have gone the treasury to help pay for the bullsh*t bailout.

d) 25% of major U.S. corporations currently pay NO federal income tax. Federal corporate tax revenues currently amount to 1.7% of the GDP compared to 5% in the 1950s. If we raised the corporate income tax BACK to the levels of the 1950s, this would give us an extra 0 billion.

All of this combined should have been enough to end the calamity. The rich would have gotten to keep their mansions and their servants and our United States government ("COUNTRY FIRST!") would’ve have a little leftover to repair some roads, bridges and schools…

3. YOU SHOULD HAVE BAIL OUT THE PEOPLE LOSING THEIR HOMES, NOT THE PEOPLE WHO WILL BUILD AN EIGHTH HOME! There are 1.3 million homes in foreclosure right now. That is what is at the heart of this problem. So, instead of giving the money to the banks as a gift, they should have paid down each of these mortgages by 0,000. They should have forced the banks to renegotiate the mortgage so the homeowner could pay on its current value. To insure that this help wouldn’t go to speculators and those who tried to making money by flipping houses, the bailout should have only been for people’s primary residences. And, in return for the 0K pay-down on the existing mortgage, the government would have gotten to share in the holding of the mortgage so it could get some of its money back. Thus, the total initial cost of fixing the mortgage crisis at its roots (instead of with the greedy lenders) is 0 billion, not 0 BILLION.

And let’s set the record straight. People who have defaulted on their mortgages are not "bad risks." They are our fellow Americans, and all they wanted was what we all want: a home to call their own. But, during the Bush years, millions of the People lost the decent paying jobs they had. SIX MILLION fell into poverty! SEVEN MILLION lost their health insurance! And, every one of them saw their real wages go DOWN by ,000! Those who DARE look down on these Americans who got hit with one bad break after another should be ASHAMED.! We are a better, stronger, safer and happier society when all of our citizens can afford to live in a home they own.

4. THERE SHOULD HAVE BEEN A STIPULATION THAT IF YOUR BANK OR COMPANY GOT ANY OF OUR MONEY IN A "BAILOUT," THEN WE OWN YOU. Sorry, that’s how it’s done. If the bank gives me money so I can buy a house, the bank "owns" that house until I pay it all back — with interest. Same deal for Wall Street. Whatever money you need to stay afloat, if our government considers you a safe risk — and necessary for the good of the country — then you can get a loan, but WE SHOULD OWN YOU. If you default, we will sell you. This is how the Swedish government did it and it worked.

5. ALL REGULATIONS SHOULD HAVE BEEN BE RESTORED. THE REAGAN REVOLUTION IS DEAD! This catastrophe happened because we let the fox have the keys to the hen-house. In 1999, Phil Gramm authored a bill to remove all the regulations that governed Wall Street and our banking system. The bill passed and Clinton signed it. Here’s what Sen.Phil Gramm, McCain’s chief economic advisor, said at the bill signing:

"In the 1930s … it was believed that government was the answer. It was believed that stability and growth came from government overriding the functioning of free markets.

"We are here today to repeal [that] because we have learned that government is not the answer. We have learned that freedom and competition are the answers. We have learned that we promote economic growth and we promote stability by having competition and freedom.

"I am proud to be here because this is an important bill; it is a deregulatory bill. I believe that that is the wave of the future, and I am awfully proud to have been a part of making it a reality."

FOR THIS NOT TO REOCCUR, This BILL SHOULD HAVE BEEN REPEALED! Bill Clinton could have helped by leading the effort for the repeal of the Gramm bill and the reinstating of even tougher regulations regarding our financial institutions. And when they were done with that, they should have restored the regulations for the airlines, the inspection of our food, the oil industry, OSHA, and every other entity that affects our daily lives. All oversight provisions for any "bailout" should have had enforcement monies attached to them and criminal penalties for all offenders.

6. IF IT’S TOO BIG TO FAIL, THEN THAT MEANS IT’S TOO BIG TO EXIST! Allowing the creation of these mega-mergers and not enforcing the monopoly and anti-trust laws has allowed a number of financial institutions and corporations to become so large, the very thought of their collapse means an even bigger collapse across the entire economy. No ONE or TWO companies should EVER have this kind of power! The so-called "economic Pearl Harbor" can’t happen when you have hundreds — thousands — of institutions where people have their money. When we have a dozen auto companies, if one goes belly-up, we DON’T FACE A NATIONAL DISASTER! If we have three separately-owned daily newspapers in your town, then one media company can’t call all the shots (I know… What am I thinking?! Who reads a paper anymore? Sure glad all those mergers and buyouts left us with a STRONG and "FREE" press!). Laws Should have been enacted to prevent companies from being so large and dominant that with one slingshot to the eye, the GIANT FALLS and DIES. And no institution should be allowed to set up money schemes that NO ONE understands. If you can’t explain it in two sentences, you shouldn’t be taking anyone’s money!

7. NO EXECUTIVE SHOULD EVER BE PAID MORE THAN 40 TIMES THEIR AVERAGE EMPLOYEE, AND NO EXECUTIVE SHOULD RECEIVE ANY KIND OF "PARACHUTE" OTHER THAN THE VERY GENEROUS SALARY HE OR SHE MADE WHILE WORKING FOR THE COMPANY. In 1980, the average American CEO made 45 times what their employees made. By 2003, they were making 254 times what their workers made. After 8 years of Bush, they now make over 400 times what their average employee makes. How We have allowed this to happen at publicly held companies is beyond reason. In Britain, the average CEO makes 28 times what their average employee makes. In Japan, it’s only 17 times! The last I heard, the CEO of Toyota was living the high life in Tokyo. How does he do it on so little money? Seriously, this is an OUTRAGE! We have created the mess we’re in by letting the people at the top become bloated beyond belief with millions of dollars. THIS HAS TO STOP! Not only should no executive who receives help out of this mess profit from it, but any executive who was in charge of running his company into the ground should be FIRED before the company receives ANY help.

8. CONGRESS SHOULD HAVE STRENGTHENED THE FDIC AND MADE IT A MODEL FOR PROTECTING NOT ONLY PEOPLE’S SAVINGS, BUT ALSO THEIR PENSIONS AND THEIR HOMES. Obama was correct to propose expanding FDIC protection of people’s savings in their banks to 0,000. But, this same sort of government insurance must be given to our NEVER have to worry about whether or not the money they’ve put away for their old age will be there. This should have meant strict government oversight of companies who manage their employees’ funds — or perhaps it means the companies should have been forced to turn over those funds and their management to the government? People’s private retirement funds must also be protected, but perhaps it’s time to consider not having one’s retirement invested in the casino known as the stock market??? Our government should have a solemn duty to guarantee that no one who grows old in this country has to worry about becoming destitute.

9. EVERYBODY NEEDS TO TAKE A DEEP BREATH, CALM DOWN, AND NOT LET FEAR RULE THE DAY. Turn off your TVs! We are NOT in the Second Great Depression. The sky is NOT falling, Chicken Little! Pundits and politicians have lied to us so FAST and FURIOUS it’s hard not to be affected by all the fear mongering. Even I wrote to and repeated what I heard on the news last week, that the Dow had the biggest one day drop in its history. Well, that was true in terms of points, but its 7% drop came nowhere close to Black Monday in 1987 when the stock market in one day lost 23% of its value. In the ’80s, 3,000 banks closed, but America didn’t go out of business. These institutions have always had their ups and downs and eventually it works out. It has to, because the rich do not like their wealth being disrupted! They have a vested interest in calming things down and getting back into their Jacuzzis before they slip into their million thread-count sheets to drift off to a peaceful, Vodka tonic and Ambien-induced slumber.

As crazy as things are right now, tens of thousands of people got a car loan last week. Thousands went to the bank and got a mortgage to buy a home. Students just back to college found banks more than happy to put them into hock for the next 15 years with a student loan. I was even pre-approved for a USK personal loan. Yes, life has gone on with little-or-no-change (other than the whopping 6.1% umeployment rate, but that happened last month). Not a single person lost any of his/her monies in bank, or a treasury note, or in a CD. And, the perhaps the most amazing thing is that the American public FINALLY didn’t buy the scare campaign. The citizens didn’t blink, instead telling Congress to take that bailout and shove it. THAT was impressive. Why didn’t the population succumb to the fright-filled warnings from their president and his cronies? Well, you can only say ‘Saddam has the bomb’ so many times before the people realize you’re a lying sack of shit. After eight long years, the nation is worn out and simply can’t take it any longer. The WORLD is fed up & I don’t blame them.

10. THEY SHOULD HAVE CREATED A NATIONAL BANK, A "PEOPLE’S BANK." Since they’re really itching to print up a trillion dollars, instead of giving it to a few rich people, why don’t We give it to ourselves? Now that We own Freddie and Fannie, why not set up a People’s bank? One that can provide low-interest loans for all sorts of people who want to own a home, start a small business, go to school, come up with the cure for cancer or create the next great invention. And, now that we own AIG – the country’s largest insurance company – let’s take the next step and PROVIDE HEALTH INSURANCE FOR EVERYONE. MEDICARE FOR ALL! It will SAVE us SO MUCH MONEY in the LONG RUN (not to mention bring peace of mind to all). And, America won’t be 12th on the life expectancy list! We’ll be able to have a longer lifespan, enjoying our government-protected pension and will live to see the day when the corporate criminals who caused this much misery are let out of prison so that We can help re-acclimate them to plain old ordinary, civilian life — a life with ONE nice home and ONE gas-free car invented with help from the People’s Bank.

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Since they voted against passing the extension of unemployment benefits and skipped out to "campaign" to us to be re-elected…call them and tell them you will vote for the other "guy" if they don’t get their act together!

UPDATE:

The Bailout Is A Truly Evil Disaster And Enabler Pelosi Must Go

We are hearing more and more reports of how badly the ill-advised banker’s bailout is being handled, multi-million dollar bonuses for Paulson’s old cronies at Goldman Sachs, billions going to finance the takeover of rival banks, making the "too big to fail" even bigger, and the taxpayer getting an otherwise rotten deal for their investment. We even heard a Republic senator asking how fast they could blow the money.

NONE of this could have happened without the fawning complicity of Nancy Pelosi, who infamously said it was Bush’s proposal, INSTEAD of coming forward with a robust alternative plan. Just like Bush, she believes she is immune, she believes she is unaccountable, and shame on us if we don’t do everything we can to defeat her this Tuesday, and replace her with Cindy Sheehan.

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Monday

The lounge was empty when I arrived for my first day. The manager, Louis, told me to wait for him in the lobby so that we could get some paper work out of the way. I brought my social security card with me so that he could make a photo copy but he wasn't around at the time he'd say he'd be.

I picked up a Sports Illustrated magazine and bought a candy bar from the vending machine. I sat down on a metal fold out chair at a one of the two plastic tables. I looked at my watch; it was 7:30, I had half an hour to go until work started. I was hired for the night shift. Everyone had gone home at six.

I read a few pages a few pages from an article about the great year the Giants had before they won the World Series back in October.

The job wasn't ideal but I needed the money. I need to pay for my health insurance, which I was behind on and I needed to pay George back for the money he loaned me. I was very glad he did. Though he didn't mention it for a time, it had been two months and I wanted to pay him back as soon as I could. I was ready to work hard, whether my body was failing me or not.

A woman came into the lounge from the office hallway. She went to the machine and bought a plain Hershey's milk chocolate bar, the same one I got from D-19.

"Do you mind?" she said, putting her purse down before I even answered.
"Not at all."
"Are you new here?" she said. She took a glass Tupperware container out of a tote bag and set it in the microwave.
"Yeah. I'm starting today, I'm working the night-shift."
"Another vampire joins the fray. There aren't too many people at night, but they're fun. Have you met Jimmy?"
"I haven't."
"You'll like him."
"I hope so. What about you?"
"No. Not me. I use to, but they they switched me over. It's an adjustment; now I take viola classes at night." She was leaning against the counter with her arms crossed.
I put the magazine away.
"I hope you don't mind. Dinner."
"Tough life huh?"
She laughed. "Not really. But, there's not enough time. Class are at eight, I don't have time to make it home."
"Where are you taking it?"
"Sacramento City College. It works out well though. I get to miss traffic. Did you see it on the way here? Where you from?"
"On highway 80? I commute from Natomas."
"Yeah. Nuts isn't it."

"Would you like some coffee?" She held up her thermos.
"Sure." I got up to get a paper cup from the water dispenser. She used her thermos cap.
"Dessert," she said while unwrapping the chocolate bar. "Nothing better than chocolate when I'm on my period."
"Help yourself. Let me know if you want another one. My treat for a first day." I hadn't opened mine yet.
She took it and put it in her bag, "I'll save this for viola class. Thanks. I'm Alice."
"Nice to meet you. I'm John."

Louis ended up not showing. He called me to let me know and told me I could stay and work anyway. "No big deal. Just paperwork you know? You're hired already already anyway. I told Jimmy to show you around and give you the log-in information; just ask him if you need anything for today."

Jimmy showed me around. There were three of us at night. The other guy was Steve but he stayed in his cubicle on the other side of the office most of the time. "Don't mind him. He's quiet, a nice guy though," Jimmy said.
I went over to Steve's cubicle and introduced myself.
"I'm John. I'm the new guy."
He looked away from his screen, pushed his chair back and stood up. He shook my hand. "It's nice to meet you. Let me know if you need anything."

My desk was next to Jimmy's. He spent equal time on Facebook and Dreamweaver.

Tuesday

"Hey, it's you again. You're here early," Alice said.
She was wearing a long green vintage dress underneath a dark green and navy plaid blazer; she had a pair of Converses and a row of slim red bracelets along her forearm. They jangled when she put her arms on the table.
"Viola class today?" I said.
"Noooo…" She laughed. "I've got a date tonight. We're going to see a show in midtown."
"What's the band?"
"Some local band."
"Try me."
"Have you heard of The Electro Group?"
"Hells yeah. I love them. I use to live at Tone Vendor and Claire Records."
"No way. High five! High five!"

We were excited like little kids. It could have been the make up but I noticed she was prettier than yesterday.

"No way! You're the first person I know, well at work anyway, whose heard of them."
"Great. We can be coworkers for life."
"Except we don't really work together."
"Well, we have the same boss. Where are they playing?"
"Right right. Old Ironsides."
"I suddenly feel like taking sick leave."
"No one's stopping you."
"I'm stopping myself. Hopefully they'll still be there when I go on lunch at midnight."

Wednesday

I showed up early again. I figure it was better that I showed up early for the first week. It was only Jimmy and I this time. He had just bought a ferret, which was illegal, for a pet. We talked about all the weird pets that people had on Youtube. Like deers and skunks.
"Fuck it. Let's resurrect road kill," he said, "Did you know in the '80s, there was a huge explosion of people keeping pigs as pets."
"I never knew."
"Pigs are smart man. Smarter than some dogs."
When I thought about it, it made sense. I thought about Babe and Wilbur.
"I blame it on Charlotte's Web," he said.
"Wasn't that written long before the '80s though?"
"Yeha. But the animated movie. That's what got people"
"Ah I see."

I got my first catastrophic computer crash that night. Jimmy and Stephen came over to pat me on the shoulder. "We all get initiated," Jimmy said.
"They update everything except hardware. You've been warned."

What a bunch of assholes.

Thursday

Alice came in with dark circles under her eyes. I was trying to finish the baseball article from Monday.

I asked her how the show was even though it was two nights ago.
"It was great. Anyway, I wanted to show you this since I thought you'd be interested." She set her viola case on the table and popped it open. It smelled like wood lacquer and thrift store musk. She was talking really fast. She took the instrument and handed it to me. "You said you wanted to see one right?"
"A Carlo Robelli. Very very nice. Do you mind?"
"No, go ahead. Just don't droll on the chin rest."
"I'm drooling already."
"Whatever dude."
She went over to the counter to heat up her dinner; it smelled like Chinese food.
I put the viola against my neck and settled my body into it.
"What are you having?" I said.
"Sweet and sour pork. They're left overs from Tuesday. He took me to PF Changs. Wasn't very yummy, but I don't want to waste it," she said.

I started playing the first tune that I could think of.

"A little Tchaikovsky huh? I see. Swan Lake?"

I nodded slightly.

"I'm impressed."

The music echoed around the walls of the employee lounge. It had been so long since I last held any kind of instrument. I felt clumsy and my eyebrows twitched every-time I hit an errant note. I closed my eyes and forgot about Alice and the room.

After about a minute, I heard the microwave timer go off and I naturally stopped. A few seconds later, Louis peeked in from the door. His face was completely red and the top of his bald head was shining; with his droopy moustache he looked like Jamie from Mythbusters I realized.

Louis raised his eyebrows. "Something smells good. I could smell it all the way in my office."
"Sorry, that's me." Alice raised her hand.
His eyes shifted from me to her, then he closed the door and left without saying anything.

I tucked the stick into its slot inside the case and put the viola away. Then draped the felt cloth over it. Alice sat across the table with her chin in her hand. "You're not going to play anymore?"
"No. It's alright. I think I'm done torturing you," I said.
"Hey…it was actually pleasant. I was enjoying it."
"Thanks."
"You look sad though when you play though. Has anyone ever told you that?"
"My ex-girlfriend. But well, it's a sad song."
"True that"

She hummed the rest of Swan Lake as she ate.

Friday

I went to my doctor's appointment and got to work late because of traffic.

It was our first deadline of the week, and the three of us, "The Night Shifters", hauled ass to get the client's website up by morning without any kinks.

When our day ended at three, we went to Denny's for my birthday. I didn't even notice until Jimmy found me out on Facebook. I regretted adding him.

"Come on man. We have to take it you out."

They wanted to go to a strip club but I turned them down. They weren't open this late anyway.

I was treated to a huge stack of pancakes and a basket of hush puppies. It was left untouched as I wasn't in the mood to eat: I realized I forgot to tell my doctor that afternoon that my refills for Lexapro had run out and I needed him to renew my prescription.

I worried for the weekend.

Saturday

"Hi babe, I guess you're not at your phone right now, well, it's nothing new. Sorry if you don't like me calling you that anymore; habits. It was my birthday last night. My coworkers took me out for dinner, quite nice of them. Work's been okay so far. Not too exciting but the people around me are nice. I got a chance to play the viola this week. It's been so long. I've forgotten all the songs I use to know. Are you still playing guitar? I hope you do once in a while. I use to love hearing you play even if you didn't like me listening. Hah, well, I still do but I don't have the chance to listen to it anymore. Well, I guess it doesn't matter anyway. It's quite cold these days. It was only 15 degrees Celsius when I got home this morning. You asked me not to say I love you, so well, I’ll say it to your voice-mail then: I love you voice-mail. I’ll always think you’re beautiful, voice-mail. I hope you stay warm. I'll do my best to stay warm too. Take care. I’m sorry."

I sat down and wrote some letters and postcards until I finally feel asleep a little past noon. When I woke up I received a text that said "Happy Birthday."

Sunday

I drove out to Folsom Lake and had a nice afternoon. Since it was February, the water was still cold; the shores were empty and there were only a few cars in the parking lot. I rented a canoe from the boat dock and paddled out to the middle of the lake. It had been so long since I last paddled a boat. The lake was large and I rested when I got far enough from shore. My shoulders and lungs ached.

I leaned back in the canoe and let the lake current pull it along. I listened to the water sloshing along aside it and closed my eyes.

When I woke up, the boat was beached on the far end of the lake in a section of the park I didn't recognize. From here, I could no longer see the boat dock and the shoreline was replaced with a dense row of trees and roots. The boat was tucked underneath a small outcropping of them.

I reached around for the paddle but I guess it must have fell out of the canoe.

I grabbed a long tree root and pulled the canoe close to the shore. I got out and dragged the canoe up the embankment so that it wouldn't drift out. I supposed that I could just walk west along the lake until I returned to where I was. It probably wouldn't take too long.

I told the people at the front desk what happened and paid for a replacement paddle; they said it was no problem and they'd send someone to go out and retrieve the boat. They were very nice about it, most of them were college kids working the weekend.
I told them exactly where it was.
"That's pretty far out there," he said.

When I got home, I looked in the mirror and saw that parts of my face and arms had become sunburned. I didn't know it was possible to get sunburn when it's that cold outside.

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A few months ago, when the play "The Seven Year Itch" became an overnight hit on Broadway, the college critic's judgment was borne out. For New York's hard-bitten critics described Vanessa Brown's acting as "a delight," "a joy to watch," and "a perfect performance."

This was highly gratifying to Vanessa Brown, whose real name is Smylla Brind.

Her I.Q. Is in the Genius Class Strange and wonderful things are to be expected from young ladies with Vanessa's attributes. Vanessa is beautiful and extremely shapely. She has blue eyes and auburn hair. When her I.Q. was taken some years ago, she scored 169, in the genius category. This makes her a definite anomaly in Hollywood, where bust and I.Q. measurements work in reverse.

Among the pictures she has made are "Margie," "Mother Wore Tights," and "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir." In "The Late George Apley," she played Richard Haydn's daughter. In "The Foxes of Harrow," she played Haydn's wife. "I suppose," she says, "that eventually I'll play his mother, then his grandmother."

When Vanessa was fourteen, she made her debut on the legitimate stage in the road company of "Watch on the Rhine."

At the same time, she became one of the famous "Quiz Kids."

Vanessa has struggled to live down her Quiz Kid reputation. When she called on Katharine Hepburn to read for a part in a play, Miss Hepburn snapped, "You're that Quiz Kid, aren't you?" Vanessa blushed. "Well, if you're so damn smart, tell me what Shakespeare meant by 'bearded like the pard'?"

"I had no idea," says Vanessa, recalling this encounter, "but I've never been afraid to make a wild guess, which is very often mistaken for brilliance. So I took a guess. I said, 'Leopard, bearded like a leopard.' Miss Hepburn jumped up and yelled. 'How did you ever know that? Lord, do you know Shakespeare that well?' But I just smiled, and didn't say anything, which is also sometimes (continued) taken for brilliance. I got the part, and toured with Miss Hepburn for five months. We got along fine."

Vanessa Brown got along so well, indeed, that Katharine Hepburn has called her the one young Hollywood actress sure to achieve greatness on the stage.

Elliott Nugent, co-producer of "The Seven Year Itch," Vanessa's current play, says he was warned about Vanessa before he heard her read the part. "I was just a little leery," he says, "about her reputation as a Quiz Kid. I was warned that she was too intellectual and that she'd probably be constantly theorizing and analyzing the play. But I saw from the start that she had just the right combination of innocence and provocativeness for the part, and I found that she is intelligent. But her intelligence was an asset, not a hindrance. She studied the play and her part so thoroughly that she brought depth of character to her portrayal of a girl who is essentially a simple type. You don't often get that combination of good looks and intelligence in an actress."

Vanessa, an only child, was born in Vienna. Her father is Dr. Nah Brind, a philologist, or student of languages. "He speaks nine languages," says Vanessa, "or maybe it's fourteen; I forget." Her mother is Dr. Anna Brind, a practicing psychologist. Both her parents earned their doctorates at the University of Vienna, and both now lecture at UCLA. They left Vienna to go to Paris in 1932.

"My father," says Vanessa, "has a strong historical sense, and he could see trouble brewing. I went to school in Paris, and then, five years later, my father went to America, because he saw that even Paris wasn't going to be safe. After he had established himself in New York, he sent for Mother and me.

"Just before we left, Mother decided to go back to Vienna to visit her mother. When we came back to Paris we found a cable from Father warning us not to go to Vienna before we left Europe, because it would be too dangerous. That very day, Hitler marched into Austria."

Vanessa speaks French and German fluently, and gets along fairly well in Italian. Although she was out of school for almost a year while she traveled around the country with the road company of "Watch on the Rhine," she still managed to graduate from junior high school among the top ten in her class.

She did her schoolwork with the help of five girls who took turns sending her the assignments. She attended Hunter College High School in New York, which accepts only honor students, and then transferred to Hollywood High School when the family moved to Los Angeles after Vanessa was signed to a long-term movie contract. She was graduated from UCLA. She hopes eventually to earn her doctorate. "Everybody in my family is a doctor. I don't want to be the only one who isn't." she says.

Her Husband Has Positive Ideas Her husband is Dr. Robert A. Franklyn, one of Hollywood's leading plastic surgeons. Dr. Franklyn, a New Yorker who served in the medical corps of the Royal Canadian Air Force during World War II. is a man with positive opinions. When the management of the hotel in which he was then living objected to, his huge German shepherd dog, he had built for himself a large, ultramodern home, of rock, glass, and rare woods, where he and the dog could live undisturbed.

Several years ago, while Vanessa was in New York, a man serving a summons on Dr. Franklyn in a civil suit involving 0 complained- that he was greeted at the Franklyn house with a revolver shot. Dr. Franklyn said he had been asleep and was awakened by his dog's barking. "Since I was alone." he said, "I got my gun. As I walked down the driveway, a man came toward me. mumbling, and I fired into the air to scare him off. I thought he was a burglar, or a prowler, and I called the police." The incident was settled as a misunderstanding.

Dr. Franklyn and Vanessa met through the good offices of a mutual friend named Martin Abramson, a magazine, radio, and television writer. "I had interviewed both of them before," says Abramson, "and when I was in Hollywood gathering material for stories, I visited Dr. Franklyn. My wife. Marcia, was with me. She asked him how it was that a man like himself, rich and successful, and with a wide acquaintance among Hollywood beauties, had never married.

" "I'm tired of all this shallow Hollywood glamour.' he answered. 'If I could find somebody young and with a cultural background, sexy but innocent, beautiful and clever, glamorous and witty, maybe I could fall in love with her.' "

Abramson and his wife stared at each other. "We're on our way," said Abramson, "to see the girl you jus! described. Do you know Vanessa Brown?" Dr. Franklyn couldn't believe such a girl existed, but he went along. Vanessa's mother engaged Dr. Franklyn in a heated discussion as soon as they were introduced. Plastic surgeons, she maintained, do not give their patients sufficient psychological preparation before their operations. In the midst of the debate. Vanessa announced that she had a date. Dr. Franklyn told her later that he was appalled that she could think of going out with someone else when he was there, but he agreed, nevertheless, to drive her to where she was going.

They were married a year later, and Vanessa moved into Dr. Franklyn's ultramodern home.

Every two weeks Dr. Franklyn flies to New York to see her, and they call each other two "or three times a day. "We talked about all the money we spend on long-distance telephone calls," says Vanessa, "so Bob bought stock in the telephone company.

"Of course, being separated like this isn't the best thing in the world, but it does have its advantages. When we meet every two weeks, it seems like a perpetual honeymoon. And. anyway, it's Bob's fault that I'm away from him so long. When I said I wanted to do a play, he picked 'The Seven Year Itch' because he thought it wouldn't run very long."

Her Husband Requests Glamour Dr. Franklyn. who is ten years older than Vanessa, has guided and influenced her in other ways. Before they were married, Vanessa's wardrobe ran largely to skirts and sweaters. Her husband, whose taste runs to off-the-shoulder dresses and blouses, taught her to dress more glamorously.

Every night when she comes to the theatre. Vanessa asks what organizations have bought up blocks of tickets. She doesn't vary her performance to suit the audience, of course, but she likes to know for whom she's playing because she has lectured to so many different groups.

Vanessa, incidentally, is a startling lecturer for groups expecting a Hollywood beauty who will simply smile and add glamour to their gathering. Vanessa seldom passes up a chance to speak out.

When she was invited recently to attend a meeting of the Nassau County Cancer Committee, who wanted her help in publicizing their cause, she called on a friend of her father's, a noted cancer expert. She spent several hours with him. absorbing technical information. As a result, the Nassau County Cancer Committee heard a learned lecture on cancer by Vanessa Brown, star of stage, screen, and television.

When she was introduced at the Dutch Treat Club, a luncheon group of New York business and professional men, as "a young lady who thinks like a man." she took umbrage. "The greatest compliment a man can pay a woman." she remarked, "is to say that she thinks like a man. But I think that maybe it isn't such a great compliment, when I look around at the state of the world and consider that men made it that way by thinking like men."

Though Vanessa Brown is undeniably an intellectual, she is not hesitant in letting it be known that her face and form are lovely to look at. for she well understands the sweet uses of publicity. In "The Seven Year Itch," she plays the part of a giddy and acquiescent young model who cooperates thoroughly with a married man. whose wife is away in the country, in proving to himself that marriage hasn't robbed him of his appeal to other women. In the play, Vanessa is supposed to have posed for a photograph in the nude, which she shows to Tom Ewell. who plays the married man.

With this material at hand. Vanessa embarked on a highly successful publicity stunt. She let it be known that since she was going to play the part of a girl who had posed for a nude picture, she thought she should have her picture taken unclothed. Next came word that she was looking for "a respectable married man" to take her picture in the nude. Thousands of photographers volunteered.

Then word came from Hollywood that the picture of Vanessa in the nude had already been made, but that it would not be released. This set off a great debate: Did Vanessa pose in the nude, or did she not?

Recently Vanessa told the story of what actually happened. "It did seem like a good idea," she says, "so I had pictures made of me in the nude by 'a respectable married man'—my husband."

At twenty-five, Vanessa feels, rightly, that she has a long career ahead of her in the movies and on the stage and in television. "But," she says, "in the American theatre, the accent is on youth. I'll have to prepare for the time when I won't be in demand."

She Writes—and Sells—Stories When that time comes, Vanessa hopes to be established as a writer. She has collected masses of rejection slips, but she lias sold three short stories. And she has written a play, which some people think has merit. "An actress gets old." she says, "and people don't want to see her. But a writer improves with age, like brandy." The End
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… Friday on My Mind … 2:37 minutes …

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Uploaded on Sep 7, 2009
Die komplette Beat Club-Folge mit diesem Auftritt zum Download im iTunes Store:

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Die Aufnahme von "Friday On My Mind" stammt aus dem Beat Club Silvester-Special vom 31.12.1966.

British Invasion from Downunder: Easyfever – so nannte man die australische Variante der Beatlemania, damals ausgelöst durch die Easybeats! Mit "Friday On My Mind" landeten sie den ersten internationalen Hit für eine australische Band. Jahre später sollten die beiden Gitarristen der Band, George Young und Henry Vanda, ein erfolgreiches Produzententeam bilden. Auf ihr Konto gehen u. a. die ersten sieben Alben von AC/ DC (George Young ist der ältere Bruder von Malcom und Angus Young). Und nicht zu vergessen ihre eigene Popband Flash & The Pan, die in den 80er Jahre große Erfolge feierte.

You may think that British Invasion or Beat Music were typically British phenomena? No, they weren’t … Actually Australia got their own Beatlemania – here called "Easyfever" as a result of The Easybeats! The Easybeats were the greatest Australian pop band in the 60s and scored the first international hit for an Australian band with the song "Friday On my Mind". Later the two guitarists, George Young and Henry Vanda, became a famous songwriter and producer duo. Their work includes the first seven albums of AC/DC – featuring George’s younger brothers Angus and Malcolm Young! And don’t forget their 80s pop group Flash & the Pan with the hits "Early Morning Wake Up Call" an "Midnight Man".

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…..item 2b)…. youtube video … The Easybeats – Friday On My Mind (1966) … 2:46 minutes …

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Uploaded on Jul 2, 2009
The Easybeats members

Dick Diamonde — bass guitar
Gordon "Snowy" Fleet — drums
Harry Vanda — lead guitar
Stevie Wright — lead vocals
George Young — rhythm guitar

Written by band members George Young and Harry Vanda.

Best Australian Songs of all time.

Monday morning feels so bad,
Ev’rybody seems to nag me
Coming tuesday I feel better,
Even my old man looks good,
Wednesday just don’t go,
Thursday goes too slow,
I’ve got Friday on my mind

Chorus

Gonna have fun in the city,
Be with my girl she’s so pretty,
She looks fine tonight,
She is out of sight to me,
Tonight….I spend my bread,
Tonight…I lose my head,
Tonight…I got to get tonight
Monday I have Friday on my mind.

Do the five day drag once more,
Know of nothing else that bugs me
More than working for the rich man,
Hey I’ll change that scene one day,
Today I might be mad,
Tomorrow I’ll be glad,
I’ve got Friday on my mind,

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