Kurdistan

Walter S. Adler Chief-of-Staff, G.C.C. Inc. 140 Nassau Street 7C New York, NY 10038, USA To whom it may concern, Good day, here are some short answers to the basic, but crucial questions posed to accompany the more extensive briefings we are sending. How many students can be trained at a time? With a ground a staff of a paramedic, an EMT, a teacher and two local nationals not necessarily but preferably with some teaching/ medical experience; we can train 40 students at a time over 246 hours, approximately 3 months. This presumes the students have no prior medical training … Continue reading Kurdistan

EMS Modules

EMT Modules in Haiti: Module based Capacitation of Critical Social Services MA/SID Short Proposal 16 July 2015 Walter Sebastian Adler Master of Arts in Sustainable International Development The Heller School for Social Policy and Management Brandeis University Primary Advisor:  Clark C. Abt Advising Support: Raj Sampath & Marian Howard Field Research Partner: Elena Antolievna Komarova Table of Contents Abstract………………………………………………………………………..…………..…………Page 3 Executive Summary………………………………………………………………..………..….Page 4 Acknowledgments………………………………………………………….………………….….Page 6 Acronyms and Abbreviations………………………………………………………………Page 7 Introduction………………………………………………………….…………..……………….Page 9 Background & Development Context……………………………………………………Page 10 Haitian Case Study……………………………….……………………………………………..Page 17 Methods……………………………………………………………..………………………………Page 21 Literature Review……………………………………………………….………………………Page 30 Discussion……………………………………………………….………………………….………Page 41 Assumptions…………………………………………………………………….……….…………Page 41 Economic Analysis………………………………………..…………………….…………………Page 45  Field Report……………………………………………..…………………..………………………Page 51 Recommendations…………………………………………………………………………………Page 64 Conclusion……………………………………………….……………………………………………Page 70 List … Continue reading EMS Modules

Defining a movement

 Defining a Social Movement for Emancipatory Development Walter Sebastian Adler 24 February, 2014 I would like to take this brief opportunity to summarize tactical and philosophical lessons drawn from our seven week study of social movement organizations (SMO)s. It is vital to me as a Development Practitioner who views Universal Human Rights as a mere baseline and holds the desire for real change coupled with full emancipation in my heart; that I help dispel some mythologies and embrace a program fully in line with “emancipatory development”.   Emancipatory Development is the collective tactical blueprint by which the masses render the sources … Continue reading Defining a movement

Pamphlet 2: What We Want/ What We Believe in 2021

PAMPHLET (2) “WHAT WE WANT/ WHAT WE BELIEVE IN 2021” The Immediate Goals of the Clandestine Movement What We Want 1. We want Real Freedom. We want the power to determine the destiny of our Communities through actual Democratic Autonomy. 2. We want our Full Human Rights. Guaranteed and legally protected for our people in the constitutions of every single nation. 3. We want an End to the Robbery by the Oligarchy in every nation of the working class, of marginalized minority groups and our long oppressed communities of color. We want control on the community and municipal levels of … Continue reading Pamphlet 2: What We Want/ What We Believe in 2021

Single Payer Healthcare

Medicare for All:  Single Payer Insurance Schemes as they apply to EMS     In the United States, money and profit are the driving forces behind all aspects of the healthcare system. There is a price tag on every item, every procedure and every level of medical intervention. Effective January 1st, 2021 a BLS Ambulance ride will cost $900 before millage and Oxygen. An ALS ride will cost $1,600. Although we think of ourselves as a real economic powerhouse, our medical system is ranked 27th on the planet. The Covid-19 Pandemic also exposed the full extent of the “two-Americas”; one with … Continue reading Single Payer Healthcare

#012: Muse of the Brighton Bathhouse

#012: Muse of the Brighton Bathhouse    I interrogated you with Newport cigarettes pursed at my lips.           And you sized me up like a slave on the market block. Emergently my covered wagon has been jettisoned and set ablaze by a blonde haired savage,  a mercenary in clad multicolored finery with war paint under both blue eyes.         Brandishing a spear and also a bottle of Russian Standard. She’s since infused my life with her Red Bull risings and cynical parables on the subject of snow ball fighting with General Winter. “Drink!” she whispers out her demands. “Until in naked oblivion you … Continue reading #012: Muse of the Brighton Bathhouse

Ballad # 808: Hopeless Fearless Hearts

#808 Fearless_Hopeless_Hearts          “Tell me storytime!”           She curls up on me, her ethanol engine exhausted.         I want to fly us, so far away:  This cab is now a magic carpet for a story cabaret.             Using-a-punchdrunk-kitten in the back seat of a  Breuklyn-southbound-gypsy as my muse. One doesn’t choose,   _the muse they use. Or when.      There were worse assignments. Given to more cowardly men! And my constitution is and always will be_a wide canvas for futurist painting_  My-heart-when-fainting_ Is grinding, then breaking it_causes Brighton to flood and post Haitian earthshaking:    My soul is for barter_sign the dotted line,  I’m … Continue reading Ballad # 808: Hopeless Fearless Hearts

Ballad # 6: In My New York Cell

#06: In My New York Cell In my cell, time doesn’t move the same. You dwell mostly in the past. Or some far off, seemingly hopeless future. The blame, the blunder, a hand in the blender. You stand still, but I stand last. I try. Toothless, seven ways drugged, And I do dream of you. But I cannot be unfollowed, cannot be debugged. That is because torments weigh on me and keep me from visions of happier times. Self-hate overwhelms. I long for death, black death is a lullaby, banged out in rythmes. You learn to hate your best in … Continue reading Ballad # 6: In My New York Cell

# 5: “The Bin You are In”

#5:  “A Prelude to a Date” The Aforementioned Prelude The moon! The moon was my only marker. God used to play the fiddle and pass the tip jar. It fed our souls shards of hope ground up like glass in the flour. Shards like cocaine dust off, propelled my corpse, and propelled my lifeless body up the mountain roads and down to the piers of Brighton. The road itself. Is now littered with bodies. Eyes dead potential spread far. I see dead people every day, they look well rested. Seeking security, hiding her shame, winking signals of desire and American … Continue reading # 5: “The Bin You are In”