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"You Can Fight City Hall"

"You Can Beat City Hall" Bill Moyers CBS News 1978 from rsal on Vimeo.


Anonymous said…
This video courtesy of KeyRose of
DeLaredo said…
Keyrose is da man. Missed it when he posted the clip originally. Sweet!
Juan said…
Is there any way to get this video to play on smart phones?
KeyRose said…
This complete Vimeo footage of the Bill Moyers story was uploaded by someone else.

I uploaded several clips on YouTube, not the entire segment.
I do have a CD copy of the piece; I featured it at LaSanbe's meet-up back in December.
DeLaredo said…
Thanks for the clarification Keyrose. The video is truly eye-opening. I'm not sure who uploaded the entire segment. I was unable to go to that meet-up. Juan, I'm not sure how to play it on ur slow-phone. Grr.
Robert S. said…
I uploaded the video to vimeo, but I got it from KeyRose..thanks again!
Juan said…
I'm starting to think keyrose conducted the interview himself. Give credit where it's due but I swear if I hear another mention giving keyrose credit for the video, I will picket outside of DeLaredos place of business.
DeLaredo said…
Bee nice "juan". We give credit to the posters and thank them. I had been looking for the video for a while, then someone send me a link as to where to find it on vimeo. I didn't know who original poster was. And BTW, leave my pulga stand alone. Dont bother my business. LOL>

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