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Support for Freedom for Iranians [Jan. 2nd, 2010|08:42 pm]
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Translation:

The Class is Empty without Your Presence

By: Hila Sedighi

It is a rainy autumn day.
The sky is about to burst
into tears
as if a cloud
is kneeling to pray
to the summers heat.
The school smells of the alphabet
The bells ring loud to declare our first recess
Our unsanctioned laughter and our naive joy
was met with constant rage and slander
These were our youth days!
It is autumn and the school re-opens.
I am filled with moments and memories in this classroom where you are no more.
I sit there at your desk that is topped with perished flower petals.
It is autumn and I am so full of rain
It is autumn and I am so full of rain
I am imprisoned by my own rage.
What a beautiful tomorrow we dreamed of
It is all in vain now.
What great times and what dreams we passed
searching for a re-awakening.
Me and you!
We were the generation that was not allowed to fly.
Me and you!
We were the generation that could not fly!
Enslaved in the claws of the vulture-
the same vulture who shot you in front of my eyes, with its sharp claws!
The same vulture who shot you in front of my eyes with its sharp claws!
All our dreams died,
and separated our hands of friendship.
You drank the poison of death,
and you left me suddenly.
I now swear to to the tears that roll down a mothers face
And I swear to our eternal ideas
And I swear to each drop of blood of love
And I swear to the burning hearts in chains
My heart shattered in a hundred pieces that fell to the ground
The sorrow cut my heart into a hundred pieces.
Tell me
Tell me if you are happy where you are.
Are you free in the other world?
Do yo still remember our younger years?
Do you still love your country?
[cheers]
Tell me, are there no abominations where you are?
Is the fate of trees indebted to axes?
Do they not steal your conscious over there?
Do they not rape your pride over there?
[cheers]
Are there signs of unknown graves where you are?
Do you hear the cries of the mothers?
Recite with me, recite with me
We shared our pains, our generation, and our way
Recite my poem with sorrow and sigh
Again,
it is the beginning of autumn
The sky is about to burst into tears
I am left with an empty chair where you used to sit
I am left with an empty chair where you used to sit
And the perished flowers on your desk.
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(no subject) [Oct. 9th, 2009|12:53 pm]
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Go Molly! You're such a diva!



One of Molly Crabapple's live-drawing sessions at the Slipper Room with the model Honey Manko.

By CAROL KINO
Published: October 2, 2009

ON a recent fall night in Manhattan, the artist Molly Crabapple convened a group of people with drawing pads for a meeting of Dr. Sketchy’s Anti-Art School, a group she founded in 2005 that now has branches all over the world. A cross between old-fashioned life-drawing sessions and new-wave cabaret, it usually meets every other Saturday at the Slipper Room, a burlesque-themed bar on Orchard Street. Typically, about 50 artists, Web designers, cartoonists and hipsters — alerted by word of mouth or the Internet — pay $12 each to draw a downtown personality like the alternative model Raquel Reed or the performance artist Amber Ray.

But this session was slightly different, as Ms. Crabapple was holding it in Times Square, in pouring rain.

The model for the evening was the comedic burlesque star Little Brooklyn, who was wearing the costume for her pigeon fan-dance act: a feather-covered teddy, thigh-high pink stockings that ended in stiletto-heeled claws, and a glittering black beak. Behind her stood Ms. Crabapple and her co-M.C., the illustrator John Leavitt, holding umbrellas. At 7:30 p.m. sharp Ms. Crabapple cried “One-minute poses!” and Little Brooklyn began to vamp, striking Betty Boop-like attitudes — hand clasped to mouth in surprise, bending forward as if to hail a cab, lifting her feathered tail to reveal pink ruffled briefs. As passers-by stopped to stare and take pictures, Mr. Leavitt encouraged them to sing, applaud and coo. “It’s like Gene Kelly in an alternate dimension,” he cried.

After a few two- and five-minute poses, Ms. Crabapple called a halt to the soggy proceedings and repaired to a nearby bar to drink absinthe. “Standing on a public street and doing something cool — it feels so great,” she exulted. Within minutes she had posted a photo of Little Brooklyn on Tumblr, Twitter and Facebook.

Ms. Crabapple, 26, had been promising this event to her fans for months as a reward if 4,000 of them signed up to follow her on Twitter. (Because fall arrived before she had fully achieved that goal, she held it slightly early, at about 3,800.)

For she was perhaps the real star of the evening. A former artists’ and cheesecake model who has also done some burlesque dancing and a bit of fire eating, Ms. Crabapple is also known for chronicling the exploits of downtown nightlife personalities in an artistic style she describes as “saucy Victoriana.” Until recently she was the in-house artist for the Box, drawing performers and designing curtains and T-shirts for the vaudeville palace on Chrystie Street. With her long dark hair, artfully made-up eyes and demurely vixenish demeanor, she can suggest Morticia Addams, John Tenniel’s Alice in Wonderland or an anime caricature. And because she is never far from her iPhone or her MacBook, little of her life seems unshared.

In fact, some believe Ms. Crabapple’s talent is neither making art nor modeling nor fire eating nor Internet branding, but her ability to combine everything in one seamless persona. Joe Wos, who founded the ToonSeum, the cartoon museum in Pittsburgh, calls her “one of the most innovative young artists out there right now” but argues that her influence extends beyond drawing. “Dr. Sketchy’s itself is a work of performance art,” said Mr. Wos, who runs the Pittsburgh sessions of Dr. Sketchy’s. “Molly Crabapple is an art movement in and of herself.”

Or, as Ms. Crabapple said matter-of-factly, “What you get in life isn’t about how much you cultivate your talent; it’s about how you cultivate your name.”

Certainly the last year has been good to Ms. Crabapple in terms of name cultivation. July saw the publication of her first graphic novel, “Scarlett Takes Manhattan.” Created with Mr. Leavitt, who wrote the text, it recounts the fairly pornographic adventures of Scarlett O’Herring, a fictitious 1880s New York circus performer. Its colorful pictures, made with pen and ink and colored in Photoshop, exemplify Ms. Crabapple’s style. Curves and facial features are exaggerated, bodies tumble through space, and each scene is filled with impossible Rube Goldberg-like architecture.

Ms. Crabapple’s work now appears in an ever-growing number of exhibitions, including the group show “Son of Baby Tattooville,” through Nov. 21 at the Riverside Art Museum in California, and “SuperWOW!,” a one-night exhibition at Kenny Scharf’s Cosmic Cavern in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, on Friday. On Saturday and next Sunday, she herself will appear at the Pixel Show, a Brazilian design exposition in São Paulo, where she will give a talk, show her work and run a Dr. Sketchy’s session. (She gives talks on online branding, too.)

Another measure of Ms. Crabapple’s proliferating ubiquity is the mushrooming of Dr. Sketchy’s. Though she founded it with the illustrator A. V. Phibes, since quite early on she has run it herself with the help of Mr. Leavitt and an increasing number of assistants. This time last year it had about 50 branches, but its numbers recently exploded to 96 chapters in cities as far flung as Anchorage; Tokyo; Bogotá, Colombia; Helsinki, Finland; Singapore; Paris; and Wichita, Kan.

Although Ms. Crabapple stays in touch with the directors of all her chapters, dispensing advice and encouragement via e-mail messages, in exchange for a nominal start-up fee and monthly dues, she prefers to run her “D.I.Y. empire,” as she calls it, with a fairly light hand. “I’m not this tyrant who’s forcing everyone to wear hats with brightly colored logos,” she said. “We’re not a colonial organization.”

The concept of authority has long been anathema to Ms. Crabapple, even in the days when she went by her given name, Jennifer Caban. Growing up on Long Island, she “was a rebellious little thing,” she said. “I loved Kurt Cobain and was a bane to my teachers.” At 17 she graduated early from high school and left for Europe, fueled by thoughts of Anaïs Nin.

Upon reaching Paris she discovered the bookstore Shakespeare & Company and began working the cash register there in exchange for living upstairs with the backpackers and bohemian intellectuals who were passing through. It seemed like this magical paradise, she said, “like something out of Hemingway.” That’s where she began drawing seriously, in a boyfriend’s gift of a large leather-bound notebook, which she carried everywhere and filled with carefully crosshatched, Tenniel-like ink sketches of the people and places she saw in her travels, which eventually took her to Lisbon; Seville, Spain; Marrakech, Morocco; then back to Paris again. “Since I had just limitless time and no money, I would just sit all day drawing in this book.”
At 18, Ms. Crabapple, having studied Arabic at the New School and read a biography of the explorer Richard Francis Burton, spent the summer traveling and drawing in Turkey and Turkish Kurdistan. She was briefly jailed for sketching in a mosque on the Syrian border but also got to see the Ottoman-era Ishak Pasha Palace. “It looks like something Dr. Seuss would’ve drawn, with all those crazy minarets,” she said. Its phantasmagorical appearance now informs her style, too.

Between her travels, Ms. Crabapple was studying at the Fashion Institute of Technology, where she met Mr. Leavitt in a life-drawing class. Their collaborations included an amateurish burlesque act and a satirical anti-school publication. By the time they quit together in 2004, Ms. Crabapple was supporting herself as a model but growing fed up. “You were supposed to do it silently and just demonstrate tendons,” she said. “You weren’t supposed to have an opinion. I wanted to do a session that would celebrate the model.”

And that’s how Dr. Sketchy’s was born, a drawing session in which the model, not the artist, is the main event.

Partway through the first year, Ms. Crabapple began blogging about her new endeavor. To her surprise, she said, “People responded, saying things like, ‘I wish this happened in Utah.’ ” She posted a tutorial and soon had the beginnings of her empire, with nine branches as far afield as London and Melbourne, Australia.

As the numbers have grown, her internationalism has come in handy. Rather than urging her chapters to hire burlesque dancers, for instance, she suggests that they use “subcultural” models, she said. “Countries like Colombia don’t have burlesque, but every country has its own underground performance scene.”

And because so many of her chapters bring her out to give talks and run sessions, Ms. Crabapple still gets to experience foreign cultures. “When I was a little backpacker kid, I was always an outsider, trying to figure out how I could assimilate into the artistic circles of the cities I was in,” she said. “Now when I travel, I actually get to be a part of the creative community. That means a great deal to me.”
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(no subject) [Oct. 5th, 2009|03:31 am]
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Wow! It's been so long since I posted. How does anyone keep up with all of the social media these days? I can't do it, as my live journal shows.
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(no subject) [May. 15th, 2009|02:12 am]
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If you have raised kids, especially boys, (or been one), and gone
through the pet syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead
goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out LOUD!

Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet.

Here's what happened:

Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was 'something wrong' with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.

'He's just lying there looking sick,' he told me. 'I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?'

I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.

'Honey,' I called, 'come look at the lizard!'

'Oh, my gosh!' my wife exclaimed. 'She's having babies.'

'What?' my son demanded. 'But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom !'

I was equally outraged.

'Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce,' I said accusingly to my wife.

'Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?' she inquired (I think she actually said this sarcastically!)

'No, but you were supposed to get two boys!' I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth).

'Yeah, Bert and Ernie!' my son agreed.

'Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know,' she informed me (Again with the sarcasm!).

By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it.

'Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience,' I announced. 'We're about to witness the miracle of birth.'

'Oh, gross!' they shrieked

'Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter
of tiny little lizard babies?' my wife wanted to know.

We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny
foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later. 'We don't appear to be making much progress,' I noted.

'It's breech,' my wife whispered, horrified.

'Do something, Dad!' my son urged.

'Okay, okay.' Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.

'Should I call 911?' my eldest daughter wanted to know.

'Maybe they could talk us through the trauma.' (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)

'Let's get Ernie to the vet,' I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my
son holding the cage in his lap.

'Breathe, Ernie, breathe,' he urged.

'I don't think lizards do Lamaze,' his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.).

The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass..

'What do you think, Doc, a C-section?' I suggested scientifically.

'Oh, very interesting,' he murmured. 'Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?'

I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.

'Is Ernie going to be okay?' my wife asked.

'Oh, perfectly,' the vet assured us. 'This lizard is not in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen. Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um . . um . . . masturbate. Just the way he did,
lying on his back.' He blushed, glancing at my wife.

We were silent, absorbing this.

'So, Ernie's just, just . . . excited,' my wife offered.

'Exactly,' the vet replied , relieved that we understood.

More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle.
And then even laugh loudly.

'What's so funny?' I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.

Tears were now running down her face. 'It's just that . . I'm picturing you pulling on its . .. . its. . .. teeny little ' She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.

'That's enough,' I warned. We thanked the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car.. He was glad everything was going to be okay.

'I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did, Dad,' he told me

'Oh, you have NO idea,' my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.

Two lizards: $140.

One cage: $50.

Trip to the vet: $30.

Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie: Priceless!

Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class .

Lizards lay eggs!
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(no subject) [Mar. 25th, 2009|04:20 pm]
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I'll bet you this Airstream would look great if it were steampunked!





Here's one that was decked out in a western style:


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Remembering Molly Ivins [Feb. 6th, 2009|06:55 pm]
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Through all of the Hoopla in the past several weeks - Looking for a job - Trying to get the van to pass emissions (it hasn't) and worrying about the world falling down around us, I forgot a very special person, who passed from this world on January 31, 2007. I don't have to agree with her, to recognize her wonderful contributions to our nation.

I hope you're having fun up there Molly!

This is how Molly asked to be remembered, so I hope she is watching. Let this be your monument my dear Molly Ivins.

"Every time someone down the line is irreverent about authority, I'll have my monument.

Every time some kid who was born a nigger, a kike, a wop, a Polack, a gook, a gimp, a fag, or just a plain maverick lifts up her head and dares anyone to stop her, I'll have my monument.

Every time they peaceably assemble to petition their government for redress of a grievance, I'll be there.

Whenever they worship as they please (or not at all), I'll be there.

Whenever they speak up and speak out and raise hell, I'll be there.

And every time some blue-bellied, full-blooded nincompoop who holds elected office is called to the floor for deciding to keep us safe by rewriting the Constitution, or by suspending due process and holding a citizen indefinitely without legal representation, I'll be there.

Now that is immortality.

I don't have any children, so I've decided to claim all the future freedom-fighters and hell-raisers as my kin. I figure freedom and justice beat having my name in marble any day. Besides, if there is another life after this one, think how much we'll get to laugh watching it all."

The Ballad of Molly Ivins by Ross Altman


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Critique of Libertarianism - Just because I couldn't resist [Feb. 1st, 2009|04:50 pm]
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Libertarianism in One Lesson

No, this isn't David Bergland's evangelistic text. This is an outsider's view of the precepts of libertarianism. I hope you can laugh at how close this is to real libertarianism!

Introduction

One of the most attractive features of libertarianism is that it is basically a very simple ideology. Maybe even simpler than Marxism, since you don't have to learn foreign words like "proletariat".

This brief outline will give you most of the tools you need to hit the ground running as a freshly indoctrinated libertarian ideologue. Go forth and proselytize!

# Philosophy

* In the beginning, man dwelt in a state of Nature, until the serpent Government tempted man into Initial Coercion.
* Government is the Great Satan. All Evil comes from Government, and all Good from the Market, according to the Ayatollah Rand.
* We must worship the Horatio Alger fantasy that the meritorious few will just happen to have the lucky breaks that make them rich. Libertarians happen to be the meritorious few by ideological correctness. The rest can go hang.
* Government cannot own things because only individuals can own things. Except for corporations, partnerships, joint ownership, marriage, and anything else we except but government.
* Parrot these arguments, and you too will be a singular, creative, reasoning individualist.
* Parents cannot choose a government for their children any more than they can choose language, residence, school, or religion.
* Taxation is theft because we have a right to squat in the US and benefit from defense, infrastructure, police, courts, etc. without obligation.
* Magic incantations can overturn society and bring about libertopia. Sovereign citizenry! The 16th Amendment is invalid! States rights!
* Objectivist/Neo-Tech Advantage #69i : The true measure of fully integrated honesty is whether the sucker has opened his wallet. Thus sayeth the Profit Wallace. Zonpower Rules Nerdspace!
* The great Zen riddle of libertarianism: minimal government is necessary and unnecessary. The answer is only to be found by individuals.

# Government

* Libertarians invented outrage over government waste, bureaucracy, injustice, etc. Nobody else thinks they are bad, knows they exist, or works to stop them.
* Enlightenment comes only through repetition of the sacred mantra "Government does not work" according to Guru Browne.
* Only government is force, no matter how many Indians were killed by settlers to acquire their property, no matter how many blacks were enslaved and sold by private companies, no matter how many heads of union members are broken by private police.
* Money that government touches spontaneously combusts, destroying the economy. Money retained by individuals grows the economy, even if literally burnt.
* Private education works, public education doesn't. The publicly educated masses that have grown the modern economies of the past 150 years are an illusion.
* Market failures, trusts, and oligopolies are lies spread by the evil economists serving the government as described in the "Protocols of the Elders of Statism".
* Central planning cannot work. Which is why all businesses internally are run like little markets, with no centralized leadership.
* Paternalism is the worst thing that can be inflicted upon people, as everyone knows that fathers are the most hated and reviled figures in the world.
* Government is like fire, a dangerous servant and a fearsome master. Therefore, we should avoid it entirely, as we do all forms of combustion.

# Regulation

* The FDA is solely responsible for any death or sickness where it might have prevented treatment by the latest unproven fad.
* Children, criminals, death cultists, and you all have the same inalienable right to own any weaponry: conventional, chemical, biological, or nuclear.
* All food, drugs, and medical treatments should be entirely unregulated: every industry should be able to kill 300,000 per year in the US like the tobacco industry.
* If you don't have a gun, you are not a libertarian. If you do have a gun, why don't you have even more powerful armament?
* Better to abolish all regulations, consider everything as property, and solve all controversy by civil lawsuit over damages. The US doesn't have enough lawyers, and people who can't afford to invest many thousands of dollars in lawsuits should shut up.

# Libertarian Party

* The Libertarian Party is well on its way to dominating the political landscape, judging from its power base of 100+ elected dogcatchers and other important officials after 25 years of effort.
* The "Party of Oxymoron": "Individualists unite!"
* Flip answers are more powerful than the best reasoned arguments, which is why so many libertarians are in important government positions.
* It's time the new pro-freedom libertarian platform was implemented; child labor, orphanages, sweatshops, poorhouses, company towns, monopolies, trusts, cartels, blacklists, private goons, slumlords, etc.
* Libertarianism "rules" Internet political debate the same way US Communism "ruled" pamphleteering.
* No compromise from the "Party of Principle". Justice, happiness, liberty, guns, and other good stuff come only from rigidly adhering to inflexible dogmas.
* Minimal government is whatever we say it is, and we don't agree.
* Government is "moving steadily in a libertarian direction" with every change libertarians approve of; no matter if it takes one step forward and two steps backwards.
* Yes, the symbol of the Libertarian Party is a Big Government Statue. It's not supposed to be funny or ironic!

# Political Debate Strategy

* Count only the benefits of libertarianism, count only the costs of government.
* Five of a factoid beats a full argument.
* All historical examples are tainted by statism, except when they favor libertarian claims.
* Spiritually baptize the deceased as libertarians because they cannot protest the anachronism: Locke, Smith, Paine, Jefferson, Spooner, etc.
* The most heavily armed libertarian has the biggest dick and thus the best argument.
* The best multi-party democratic republics should be equated to the worst dictatorships for the purposes of denouncing statism. It's only a matter of degree.
* Inviolate private property is the only true measure of freedom. Those without property have the freedom to try to acquire it. If they can't, let them find somebody else's property to complain on.
* Private ownership is the cure for all problems, despite the historical record of privately owned states such as Nazi Germany, Czarist and Stalinist Russia, and Maoist China.
* Require perfection as the only applicable standard to judge government: libertarianism, being imaginary, cannot be fairly judged to have flaws.
* Only libertarian economists' Nobel Prizes count: the other economists and Nobel Prize Committee are mistaken.
* Any exceptional case of private production proves that government ought not to be involved.

Copyright 2007 by Mike Huben ( mhuben@world.std.com ).
This document may be freely distributed for non-commercial purposes if it is reproduced in its textual entirety, with this notice intact.
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I want to dress like this and go to the ball! [Jan. 14th, 2009|08:14 pm]
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Anyone want to go?


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The Truth About War, Israel and Occupation, in Simple Language. [Jan. 10th, 2009|09:40 pm]
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About the Israelis and the Gazans..How this all happened and why it will continue.

Before the Jewish people had their own country, it was said that they ran the governments, banks, and caused all the plagues, floods and general disasters.This was said in Germany, this was said in Russia, this was said in some measure all over the Ottoman Empire and this was even said about the Chinese Jewish community in Shanghai.

Then the holocaust happened and finally, the UN decided the Jewish people needed their own country. What happens when you go give Jewish people a nation? They start to be called Zionists now, instead of Jews, because that sounded antisemitic. These "Zionist" people wanted to go back to where they came from and build a nation where they wouldn't be attacked all the time. But, their enemies declared war immediately and then these Jewish Zionists started to have to develop a way to protect themselves.

It was very surprising that they survived the immediate wars, no one expected them too, least of all the people that approved the nation status at the UN. It was assumed they wouldn't make it. It was expected that the Arabs would just finish Hitler's work. They were living in tents and fighting with old French and Russian weapons, without electricity and running water for half the population. But, in spite of all of this, they went on to make a great nation, with democratic values and freedoms. This did not please the surrounding countries (how can you justify stoning, amputations and eye removal as punishment for woman who stray, men who steal a loaf of bread, or for anytong who does something the Emir or Pasha doesn't like if you have this great, rich, democratic neighbor setting such a bad example?)

There were also other problems....Namely, there were people already there, in this new Jewish nation. These people said they were Arabs, but, they are now Palestinians, and that is a fact so I'm not going to try to say they don't exist...That's ridiculous. These people wanted to stay on the land that had been given to these Jewish people. They didn't understand the concept of "deeds"...And who could blame them...Private property is pretty rare in lands where everything belongs to the Emir, Pasha or some absent landlord in Damascus.

In fact, private property may be a completely foolish idea! Has it really done that much good for anyone?

Well, all that aside, there were more wars. All because of these disputes over land and some perceived injury of pride done to the Arabs because some Jews beat them in a war.

Now, these Zionists are also called Israelis, and 1 out of 5 of them ARE Arabs and about 50% of them are first generation Jews from Arab nations....And many others are from Russia, where they were very unpopular in the not-to-distant past.

So, they're kinda stuck there in this nation in the middle east. They must survive so they figure out that if they make themselves indispensable to the USA, one of the superpowers, then this superpower might have a stake in seeing to it that they survive.

Smart thinking.

They called upon their relatives and friends in the US to help, and lo' and behold, they do.

The Arabs, including Palestinians turned to Russia and her allies to help them. Romanians trained the PLO in propaganda techniques and stir the pot for more war.

The Israelis and the Americans become friends, and the U.S. gives money and weapons to Israel, so they can fight a proxy war on behalf of the West with the Communists.

The wars don't stop though, no matter what they do....Because of three major factors. The OTHER superpower keeps funding the Arabs and giving them weapons, the Arab rulers want to use Israel as a reason for their people's misery and arms manufacturers must have wars or there will be no ongoing market for their products. What better group of people to get all stirred up than hot-headed middle easterners? Especially, since the other hot-headed people in South and Central America have decided they are tired of fighting and the five never-ending wars amongst the African regimes are only able to afford small arms?

So, in reality, there is no Israeli Occupied anything..

The Occupation is manufactured and brought to you by the likes of:

Bechtel
Du Pont
Dow
Haliburton
Monsanto
Novartis
Boeing

Those guys. You know them right?

Call them what you will, they change their names, they buy each other out, up and down, but ultimately have a vested interest in THEMSELVES alone, and what are they actually?

They aren't Jews, Zionists, Americans, Israelis, Arabs, Africans, or even PEOPLE!

They are called "Corporations".

This is probably what they told Obama on his initial "briefing"...the one that made his face age a few years and his hair turn a bit gray. They probably told him, "Guess what, now that you're president, we thought we should let you know, that you're not really in charge...In fact, no government is in charge anywhere anymore. We are in charge, if you forget it, there is always the Kennedy option"

That's the occupation we all ought to be opposing.
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Learning to be Thankful [Nov. 28th, 2008|12:13 am]
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BE THANKFUL

Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire.
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?

Be thankful when you don't know something,
for it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times.
During those times you grow.

Be thankful for your limitations,
because they give you opportunities for improvement.

Be thankful for each new challenge,
because it will build your strength and character.

Be thankful for your mistakes.
They will teach you valuable lessons.

Be thankful when you're tired and weary,
because it means you've made a difference.

It's easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who
are also thankful for the setbacks.

Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,
and they can become your blessings.
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