mc:
to paraphrase martin amis, "eye for an eye" may not be quite accurate. bush is more like a eye-for-a-tooth, or arm-for-a-tooth kind of guy.
CNN
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oops i meat to write "tooth for a tooth" in the first sentence.
anyway.
ooh: last september i spent some days in eugene oregon and met a young girl, maybe 19, pretty overweight, and she talked of joining the army. it was surprising to me, since she was working in a leftist farming commune but i guess she just wanted to do her own thing. she did say she wanted to see the world.... well, i told her "whatever you do, wait until the war is over!" but she just looked at me with big uncomprehending cow eyes.
today's nyc.com tells a story of how the army recruits young people in the big cities, saying that hardly anybody sees combat.
when i was 18 i didn't know fuck anything and i did some incredibly stupid things. under shitty circumstances young people find theirselves in the military and, in the worst case, in the hell of combat. they deserve our solidarity, for they know not what they do.
the u.s. government has effectively destroyed any international solidarity and there is no love lost from me. but the young people have my sympathy and the videos made me feel sick.
anyway.
ooh: last september i spent some days in eugene oregon and met a young girl, maybe 19, pretty overweight, and she talked of joining the army. it was surprising to me, since she was working in a leftist farming commune but i guess she just wanted to do her own thing. she did say she wanted to see the world.... well, i told her "whatever you do, wait until the war is over!" but she just looked at me with big uncomprehending cow eyes.
today's nyc.com tells a story of how the army recruits young people in the big cities, saying that hardly anybody sees combat.
when i was 18 i didn't know fuck anything and i did some incredibly stupid things. under shitty circumstances young people find theirselves in the military and, in the worst case, in the hell of combat. they deserve our solidarity, for they know not what they do.
the u.s. government has effectively destroyed any international solidarity and there is no love lost from me. but the young people have my sympathy and the videos made me feel sick.
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Well then if you make excuses for Americans then you have to make excuses for every invading army throughout history... that was my point.
We are basically robbing oil here... let's not forget that for even one second.
We are basically robbing oil here... let's not forget that for even one second.
CNN
That is why I said in an earlier post my favorite war slogan was "no blood for oil".
Michael Moore got booed yesterday at the Academy Awards for saying Bush was a fictitious President leading a fictitious war. Then he said "Shame on Bush" twice.
That butterball hasn't lost his balls... I'll tell you that. Bowling for Columbine really was the Best Documentary made last year. He may not look good in a bikini swim suit... but the man can sure can make a pretty poignant film production.
Michael Moore got booed yesterday at the Academy Awards for saying Bush was a fictitious President leading a fictitious war. Then he said "Shame on Bush" twice.
That butterball hasn't lost his balls... I'll tell you that. Bowling for Columbine really was the Best Documentary made last year. He may not look good in a bikini swim suit... but the man can sure can make a pretty poignant film production.
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From "Out of Place" by Joyce Carol Oates. Please read it:
I am nineteen now, I think. I will be twenty in a few weeks . . . They are afraid I will remember the explosion, and my friend who died, but I have already forgotten these things. There is no secret about it, of course. Everything is open. We were caught in a land mine explosion and some of us were luckier than others, we weren't killed, that's all. I am very lucky to be alive. I am not being sarcastic but quite truthful, because in the end it is only truth you can stand. . . The truth is that my right let is gone and that I have trouble with my "vision." On sunny days we are wheeled outside . . . the hospital is very clean and white. . . I am ashamed about something that happened here in the hospital a few days ago. There was myself and Ed and another man, out on the terrace . . these kids came along. It was funny because they caught my eye when they drove past in a convertible . . . They girl was carrying a grocery bag . . . the boy . . . had the critical, unsurprised look of kids from the big university. . . The girl came toward me. She said, "I know you, don't I? Don't I know you?" I was very excited. . . but when I tried to talk the words came out jumbled. She said, "Were you in the war?" I nodded. She stared at me. It was strange that her face showed nothing . . . The boy, already at the door, said in an irritated sharp voice: "Come on, we're late." The girl took a vague step backward, the way girls swing slowly away from people -- you must have seen them often on sidewalks before ice cream parlors or schools? They stare as if fascinated at one person while beginning the slow inevitable swing toward another who stands behind them. The boy said, "COME ON! HE DESERVES IT". . .
They went inside. And then the shame began, an awful shame. I did not understand this though I thought about it a great deal. . .
My birthday. . . the restraurant we are going to, the Grotto Room. . . I know my glasses are thick and that my face is not pleasant to look at, not the same face as before . . . I see that someone at the next table, some women and men, are watching us. A woman in red -- I think it is red -- does something with her napkin, putting it under the table . . . At the next table a man stands, he changes places with the woman and now her back is to our table. I understand this but pretend to notice nothing . . . the faces around the table, the voices . . . the smiling mouths and eyes . . . I keep glancing up at them, waiting for the veil to be yanked away. HE DESERVES IT.
I am nineteen now, I think. I will be twenty in a few weeks . . . They are afraid I will remember the explosion, and my friend who died, but I have already forgotten these things. There is no secret about it, of course. Everything is open. We were caught in a land mine explosion and some of us were luckier than others, we weren't killed, that's all. I am very lucky to be alive. I am not being sarcastic but quite truthful, because in the end it is only truth you can stand. . . The truth is that my right let is gone and that I have trouble with my "vision." On sunny days we are wheeled outside . . . the hospital is very clean and white. . . I am ashamed about something that happened here in the hospital a few days ago. There was myself and Ed and another man, out on the terrace . . these kids came along. It was funny because they caught my eye when they drove past in a convertible . . . They girl was carrying a grocery bag . . . the boy . . . had the critical, unsurprised look of kids from the big university. . . The girl came toward me. She said, "I know you, don't I? Don't I know you?" I was very excited. . . but when I tried to talk the words came out jumbled. She said, "Were you in the war?" I nodded. She stared at me. It was strange that her face showed nothing . . . The boy, already at the door, said in an irritated sharp voice: "Come on, we're late." The girl took a vague step backward, the way girls swing slowly away from people -- you must have seen them often on sidewalks before ice cream parlors or schools? They stare as if fascinated at one person while beginning the slow inevitable swing toward another who stands behind them. The boy said, "COME ON! HE DESERVES IT". . .
They went inside. And then the shame began, an awful shame. I did not understand this though I thought about it a great deal. . .
My birthday. . . the restraurant we are going to, the Grotto Room. . . I know my glasses are thick and that my face is not pleasant to look at, not the same face as before . . . I see that someone at the next table, some women and men, are watching us. A woman in red -- I think it is red -- does something with her napkin, putting it under the table . . . At the next table a man stands, he changes places with the woman and now her back is to our table. I understand this but pretend to notice nothing . . . the faces around the table, the voices . . . the smiling mouths and eyes . . . I keep glancing up at them, waiting for the veil to be yanked away. HE DESERVES IT.
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Damn right he deserved it, the war mongering fascist!
Just kidding my lovely Sarah!!!!!
Just kidding my lovely Sarah!!!!!
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here is a guy from my work. he just sent out this eamail. and since everyone wants to be published I will post it here, without his permission. sue me.
Hey good people of eworks,
A personal statement from everyone's favorite exit poll manager (in Chicago).
Regardless of anyone's political, social, religious, or sexual preference, I
have a request
of everyone. Please treat people with respect and realize that acts of
aggression against
people, especially your fellow Americans are not going to accomplish anything.
Tensions are higher in this world than most people in this country have ever
dealt with in
their lives, and sometimes we use our aggressive instincts too quickly against
people,
without knowing any better about the repercussions.
I was walking down a street and was accosted for a t-shirt I was wearing that
showed the
American flag portrayed as a jail cell. An ex-marine punched me in the chest
while the
cops did nothing, calling me Anti-American and other slurs.
This behavior is not going to stop, so if you're working at a mall recruiting
people or your
in a discussion at a bar, be mindful that we can't treat each other like this.
We are
creating so many bad vibes, all to just to prove who's right or wrong.
Sometimes it is not
about right or wrong, so please, don't treat people like you're better than
them, whatever
side your on.
I am sure I don't agree with everyone at the company on political discussions,
but that
didn't matter in Vegas, because I enjoyed everyone's company immensely, work
relationship aside. All I ask of evryone is to take the responsibilty of being
forward-
thinking and evolving past this immature atttude that will come back to haunt
you. Sorry
for this long message, but man, I had to get this negative energy out
somehow....
Much karma,
Cary Dickenson
312-208-7085
Hey good people of eworks,
A personal statement from everyone's favorite exit poll manager (in Chicago).
Regardless of anyone's political, social, religious, or sexual preference, I
have a request
of everyone. Please treat people with respect and realize that acts of
aggression against
people, especially your fellow Americans are not going to accomplish anything.
Tensions are higher in this world than most people in this country have ever
dealt with in
their lives, and sometimes we use our aggressive instincts too quickly against
people,
without knowing any better about the repercussions.
I was walking down a street and was accosted for a t-shirt I was wearing that
showed the
American flag portrayed as a jail cell. An ex-marine punched me in the chest
while the
cops did nothing, calling me Anti-American and other slurs.
This behavior is not going to stop, so if you're working at a mall recruiting
people or your
in a discussion at a bar, be mindful that we can't treat each other like this.
We are
creating so many bad vibes, all to just to prove who's right or wrong.
Sometimes it is not
about right or wrong, so please, don't treat people like you're better than
them, whatever
side your on.
I am sure I don't agree with everyone at the company on political discussions,
but that
didn't matter in Vegas, because I enjoyed everyone's company immensely, work
relationship aside. All I ask of evryone is to take the responsibilty of being
forward-
thinking and evolving past this immature atttude that will come back to haunt
you. Sorry
for this long message, but man, I had to get this negative energy out
somehow....
Much karma,
Cary Dickenson
312-208-7085
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yeah, the young people are getting fucked by the fat cats. And what do you expect of a young american kid, i mean he was educated in a country that doesn't value education. "hey big Government...Pay those teachers more!" that way the kids of tomorrow won't have to deal with the fucking teachers I had to face when I was a kid. Man, they sucked in so many ways.
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Bush is speaking in 20 minutes. i think he is going to ask for a lot of money. Wish I could have some of that.
What sounds worse?
"Can I have a couple billion for death and destruction?"
or
"Can I have a couple thousand to create art?"
The fat cats don't blink an eye at the word 'billion'. I mean fuckin' billion. What is a billion? 1,000,000,000,000. Is that a billion? So he wants a couple of those to kill. Oh, but those fat cats scrunch up their faces at the mention of 'art'.
Can I have 10,000 for art? Come on, it's a lot less zeros and instead of killing people I'll be stimulating them. Even if they hate everything I ever do at least I cause a reaction that can be discussed, debated, drank wine over, mull over.
What is art to me?
It’s me drunk, bottle of white wine in hand, dreams of Iggy and Bowie in Berlin in my head, reading my poem Druggy Slutty Girls- to a non English speaking audience.
Poem:
I like girls
who kiss me
I’m not too picky
but what’s my type,
what do I like?
Not the girl next door
the fashion victim whore,
cunts that cause your ears to bleed
talking incessantly
about nothing,
except themselves
I prefer the Druggy Slutty Girls
artistic types with big tits
shapely ass
and a smile on their face
because they know where it’s at
The girls that drink and smoke
outspoken with intelligence
expelled from school
for not playing by the rules
Druggy Slutty Girls are cool!
I like girls who give head
in the back of the shed
girls who let
you touch them
without pretense or tease
Girls who want it as bad as me
I like girls who
play guitar, form rock bands, DJ,
paint, draw, write poetry
get dirty with words
whispering sweet seductions
Girls that stay up late, masturbate
dreaming of the next date
while waiting for their escape
from small town surroundings
Druggy Slutty Girls
looking for the fate of the real world
not pretending it’s perfect
but living in it alive
understanding their time
is now
It’s the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s song Our Time. Talking about the kids on the street doing it.-
Song: lyrics:
‘It’s our time sweet babe to break on through. It’s the year to be hated so glad that we made it because all the kids in the street whisper the songs so sweet, the stars under their feet, yeah it’s the year to be hated. 1-2-3- It’s our time, it’s our time, it’s our time to be hated. Com’ on kids, it’s our time to be hated. It’s the year to be hated.’
What art mean to me???? It might be all a lot of bullshit but it doesn’t stop heartbeats.
Fuck you fat cats.
What sounds worse?
"Can I have a couple billion for death and destruction?"
or
"Can I have a couple thousand to create art?"
The fat cats don't blink an eye at the word 'billion'. I mean fuckin' billion. What is a billion? 1,000,000,000,000. Is that a billion? So he wants a couple of those to kill. Oh, but those fat cats scrunch up their faces at the mention of 'art'.
Can I have 10,000 for art? Come on, it's a lot less zeros and instead of killing people I'll be stimulating them. Even if they hate everything I ever do at least I cause a reaction that can be discussed, debated, drank wine over, mull over.
What is art to me?
It’s me drunk, bottle of white wine in hand, dreams of Iggy and Bowie in Berlin in my head, reading my poem Druggy Slutty Girls- to a non English speaking audience.
Poem:
I like girls
who kiss me
I’m not too picky
but what’s my type,
what do I like?
Not the girl next door
the fashion victim whore,
cunts that cause your ears to bleed
talking incessantly
about nothing,
except themselves
I prefer the Druggy Slutty Girls
artistic types with big tits
shapely ass
and a smile on their face
because they know where it’s at
The girls that drink and smoke
outspoken with intelligence
expelled from school
for not playing by the rules
Druggy Slutty Girls are cool!
I like girls who give head
in the back of the shed
girls who let
you touch them
without pretense or tease
Girls who want it as bad as me
I like girls who
play guitar, form rock bands, DJ,
paint, draw, write poetry
get dirty with words
whispering sweet seductions
Girls that stay up late, masturbate
dreaming of the next date
while waiting for their escape
from small town surroundings
Druggy Slutty Girls
looking for the fate of the real world
not pretending it’s perfect
but living in it alive
understanding their time
is now
It’s the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s song Our Time. Talking about the kids on the street doing it.-
Song: lyrics:
‘It’s our time sweet babe to break on through. It’s the year to be hated so glad that we made it because all the kids in the street whisper the songs so sweet, the stars under their feet, yeah it’s the year to be hated. 1-2-3- It’s our time, it’s our time, it’s our time to be hated. Com’ on kids, it’s our time to be hated. It’s the year to be hated.’
What art mean to me???? It might be all a lot of bullshit but it doesn’t stop heartbeats.
Fuck you fat cats.
CNN
That's a Trillion, as in the US has a 6 Trillion dollar National debt. Sunday I hit a baseball deep over the right field wall and through the windshield of a car driving along Marine Drive. $300 home run. One of our rental houses flooded Saturday. $8000 damage. Monday I felt my baby push against my wifes stomach for the first time. I really hope my child grows up feeling as safe as I did. Sometimes I really hate the people in charge of all the shit that's happening in the world. They are greedy and selfish bastards who don't give a fuck about the generation that will inherit the mess they are creating. Bush wants to pump oil out of the Alaska National Refuge. Claims damage will be minimal. Same thing he said about this fuck up of a war. The man has honesty issues.
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so he wants 75 billion and he did a good trick, how can congress say no now that the troops are already there? They can't. There is a fear here to say what you really feel, and congress feels it. they have to get re elected. maybe they should have had this debate before the war. too late.
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A poem for Brett and his 300 dollar homerun and his baby, innocence!
Ins and Outs of the Batting Cage
I stand waiting for the light to change.
Red means wait, and green means wait until you see the ball.
My stance is good,
Two feet almost a shoulder width apart,
Bat raised,
Arm bent in a right angle to my hip
I lean back
I watch the ball slide down the chute
Hearing the sound of air being sucked in as the ball is pushed out,
And then I'm seeing it curve,
Waiting for the perfect moment to connect,
And I do connect,
For one moment I am Hammering Hank
Beating the machine
Denying the gears
Whose teeth grind me to shreds,
A machine that says pay to win.
And then the light turns from green to red,
My triumph forgotten,
I am now just a girl,
Waiting for what the machine hurls out
Unable to predict anything
Only ready to swing
Because I paid for good pitches
And seconds of fulfillment
In which I leave the cage,
move toward the age of ten
Taping my keds in the backyard
Playing to win with the boys in sunshine
There's a ghost on first, and I'm at the plate
If I advance around all the bases from this hit,
I will drive in two runs, and I will beat the boys,
In those moments there was no metaphor for life
Life just was.
Ins and Outs of the Batting Cage
I stand waiting for the light to change.
Red means wait, and green means wait until you see the ball.
My stance is good,
Two feet almost a shoulder width apart,
Bat raised,
Arm bent in a right angle to my hip
I lean back
I watch the ball slide down the chute
Hearing the sound of air being sucked in as the ball is pushed out,
And then I'm seeing it curve,
Waiting for the perfect moment to connect,
And I do connect,
For one moment I am Hammering Hank
Beating the machine
Denying the gears
Whose teeth grind me to shreds,
A machine that says pay to win.
And then the light turns from green to red,
My triumph forgotten,
I am now just a girl,
Waiting for what the machine hurls out
Unable to predict anything
Only ready to swing
Because I paid for good pitches
And seconds of fulfillment
In which I leave the cage,
move toward the age of ten
Taping my keds in the backyard
Playing to win with the boys in sunshine
There's a ghost on first, and I'm at the plate
If I advance around all the bases from this hit,
I will drive in two runs, and I will beat the boys,
In those moments there was no metaphor for life
Life just was.
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sarah
is your husband there? i hope not.
i saw a crazy thing on the u.n. i mean cnn. it was in south korea. two koreans hanging high, swinging around on the golden arches, mcdonalds with a guy dressed up in a plastic george bush mask pointing a gun at their heads. what a sight.
i felt the hatred in prague and amsterdam last year.
what does pax crew think about these embedded journalists?
what happened to reading a paper and hopefully, catching the 11 news? vietnam style?
are we getting more truth because of it?
to me it feels like watching wimbledon only more laborius.
is your husband there? i hope not.
i saw a crazy thing on the u.n. i mean cnn. it was in south korea. two koreans hanging high, swinging around on the golden arches, mcdonalds with a guy dressed up in a plastic george bush mask pointing a gun at their heads. what a sight.
i felt the hatred in prague and amsterdam last year.
what does pax crew think about these embedded journalists?
what happened to reading a paper and hopefully, catching the 11 news? vietnam style?
are we getting more truth because of it?
to me it feels like watching wimbledon only more laborius.
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Sarah you should read this story.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A29035-2003Mar25.html
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A29035-2003Mar25.html
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The largest single release of Guantenemo Bay prisoners (18 out of about 600) occurs only a few days after Bush "demands" that Iraqis treat U.S. P.O.W.'s humanely. But it's all pure coincidence, right kids?
Here's my favorite quote so far on war, from an Iraqi civilian man: "I want to be safe. I want to be with my family. Is there anybody who likes war? Who doesn't want to live peacefully, to live an ordinary life? I want to go to work, to finish my business. No one likes war."
Myke you out there? Is there a rebuttal for that one? I don't buy the line that says fear of Saddam made him say that. And I'm not so sure the Iraqis as a whole are glad we're invading their country, Saddam or not.
Rosie I was not mad about the capital letters. I don't know if embedded journalism is good or not. It certainly seemed like a really planned thing. Some say it is propoganda, the U.S. censoring things. I don't know. I don't like to watch T.V. as it is, let alone when there's a war. I agree with a lot of people who say a summary of a day's events is better than seeing some isolated things here and there, even if they're live.
McC I am sorry you had the experience of being with that man crying. Certainly it would touch me too, if it had happened to me.
Here's my favorite quote so far on war, from an Iraqi civilian man: "I want to be safe. I want to be with my family. Is there anybody who likes war? Who doesn't want to live peacefully, to live an ordinary life? I want to go to work, to finish my business. No one likes war."
Myke you out there? Is there a rebuttal for that one? I don't buy the line that says fear of Saddam made him say that. And I'm not so sure the Iraqis as a whole are glad we're invading their country, Saddam or not.
Rosie I was not mad about the capital letters. I don't know if embedded journalism is good or not. It certainly seemed like a really planned thing. Some say it is propoganda, the U.S. censoring things. I don't know. I don't like to watch T.V. as it is, let alone when there's a war. I agree with a lot of people who say a summary of a day's events is better than seeing some isolated things here and there, even if they're live.
McC I am sorry you had the experience of being with that man crying. Certainly it would touch me too, if it had happened to me.