Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Paper Dolls
by Jeani di Carlo
As a young girl I was just a little paper doll one to dress up and show off. I smiled at the right times and looked serious at the right times. I spoke elegantly and had a charismatic nature when needed. Yes I was breathing, I was a living paper doll. It happened without me really knowing it. One day I was a geek and the next day beautiful, only I didn’t know that. People just treated me different, boys admired me from afar, some were bolder but I always thought they were just kidding with me with their advances, and most girls just plain hated me. Many of my teachers shunned me. I grew up with jealousy and the guilt of being me.
I didn’t realize I was guilty, but I was guilty for being a beauty who did not know it, guilty for being talented and using it. I tried to come down to a place where people would accept me, so I made myself look homely, and I hid my talents, but it was to no avail. So I became a recluse and refused to let myself shine for fear of being scolded and hated. It helped a little with my peers and girlfriends but in the end men always found me and woman saw through me. So I was made a doll for profit or for lust, only paper dolls don’t last long, they get torn easily. I am very torn.
I have many dolls left over from my life, all torn and in a drawer in my head. I learned to kind of cope, I put on a fairly good act for the masses. Yes, I could fake a smile that would launch a thousand ships. I have the look of a movie star, and carry myself like a fragile, yet strong woman. But really if ones looks deep I am just a little kid, with stringy hair.
I could never find love only obsession. They say they want me; it is just the paper doll they want. Me I am way too deep for most men or women, so I don’t let them know who I really am and they like that. But it is so hard for me to lie, and when they see I am not ordinary I am not really a paper doll or the kind of paper they have been programmed to want well that is when all hell breaks loose.
Me, I have the passions of the great artists that were tortured for their dreams. When this is discovered many run or gossip or try and destroy the character. So I have lived my life in a bubble of protection for I never found the great ones who understand.
I dream, yes, I dream of meeting a man whom loves me for me, and brings out the inner beauty, and the deeper passion hiding deep inside this ocean, I dream of having just one friend, who loves me just as I am.
I don’t know were he/she is, are they hiding, do they exist? I have read about great love and friendships in novels, and seen it in the movies. You read about finding love on websites and think perhaps that that can happen, or that a snake oil salesman who is holding a seminar on love will help open a very closed heart and you will ‘attract’ the right people. I never go though, I do not believe them cause I know love is a gusty thing; and these days way to many men don’t have guts and woman live in fear.
Don’t get me wrong I tried it; I gave it my best shot but in the end they want paper. They can rip the paper when they want. Yes rip it all up without a real thought, and get new paper. So I looked into how paper should handle itself, I have read that the proper way for paper to handle this situation is to sell ones soul for security. I can’t do that though so I am lost in the flood of life, to put it bluntly I am fucked.
Now look at this word fucked, an unconscious word in many cases, but cutting up paper is good? But who sees the truth, why do we let our society and the media tell us how to think, speak, feel, look? But in reality, in truth, we are told how to think, speak, feel, look, so few really live. Yes, we live our parents, lovers, siblings, friends, and enemy’s “visions” of who they want us to be. So of course the paper gets blocked up, smashed, and ends up crumpled in distorted balls than thrown to the curb. The crumpled paper balls well they just start to get plain mad, or go mad, whichever comes first, no judgment, nor morals no metaphysical truths, it is just what it is.
So as most are programmed via our industrious media, most really don’t like paper, even if they are paper. They do everything in their power to shred the paper around them. It works most of the time, for generic paper is very fragile, and can’t fight back well. You see real paper is hand milled and has character and flaws. Of course there is bulk paper at Staples and that is what is wanted now, it is what Hollywood and fashion has made of many. Or at least they try their best to put that paper out there in mass. That too is an illusion for it is not real paper, it pretends to be paper, there are sharks underneath that generic factory kind, but we have been taught to want that kind of paper. Woman, they aspire to it, men, they kill for it. And the real paper gets mixed in, and gets all ripped up. Someday hold hand made paper in your hand, in the other hand hold a piece of generic paper, that my friend is the difference. Feel it, touch it and experience it if you can.
Ladies, I don’t mean to get down on you for being paper, you have been programmed with fear, and men you have been programmed to want corporate milled paper, most don’t know how to handle real paper, for real paper is strong, the leader, the visionary. Humans can’t be that anymore that seemed to have vanished in the 1940’s and 50’s in a purple haze.
Fifty years of being programmed not to think not to feel to become generic corporate, to let the government, the schools, the big mockers in Hollywood and the fashion industry think for us and this is somehow progressive. No, this is a mess. I can walk down Sunset Blvd, or Madison Avenue., or any mall USA and see so much generic paper, it deeply sadness me.
Through my life I have invited to the “in” parties, and generic papers are floating all over, we need the victim to have the victimizer. No one wins. I sometimes put my solace in the few artists and brave souls who are trying to make a difference, but they are so hard to find.
I read that Francis Ford Coppala said that in a few years the film market would be flooded with kids with videos, and that would make the difference in Hollywood. He was right in a way, but he did not add to that equation that many of these young filmmakers would have to become generic paper to have their movies made.
Simply put there are not enough people with guts anymore. Why you may ask am I picking on Hollywood a lot, well, one I am in the system, on the fringe of course, and they don’t like the real handmade paper at all. It’s all about commodity. I hear twenty two old girls on a movie set say, “if I don’t make it in a year I’m washed up.” I say what the hell happened to art, were is it, why is it hiding out in a dusty corner in a closet somewhere? Because we let it be put in that dusty closet by our silence. Those twenty two year olds are right, a paper over twenty three is not considered marketable in Hollywood. How many Lauren Bacall’s have been killed I often wonder to myself, how many with great brilliance have been stuffed in the bulk paper box?
Will you, can you fight back, will you look in the mirror and say enough. Will you gather your friends and strangers and say how much more of this fracturing of humanity can we withstand, because it starts with the one who is willing to be “a first” We would have nothing without the people who were a first, would we? The spirit in man is dying quick, who will stop it? The media is a great canvas to heal the world but few have the guts to go in a different direction.
If we shape shift our life our surroundings, than at this point the media and cooperates at large will have no choice but to shape shift, for in reality we run them with our money. If a few chosen do this we will create magic, but if we stay with the status quo we will all self-destruct.
As a young girl I was just a little paper doll one to dress up and show off. I smiled at the right times and looked serious at the right times. I spoke elegantly and had a charismatic nature when needed. Yes I was breathing, I was a living paper doll. It happened without me really knowing it. One day I was a geek and the next day beautiful, only I didn’t know that. People just treated me different, boys admired me from afar, some were bolder but I always thought they were just kidding with me with their advances, and most girls just plain hated me. Many of my teachers shunned me. I grew up with jealousy and the guilt of being me.
I didn’t realize I was guilty, but I was guilty for being a beauty who did not know it, guilty for being talented and using it. I tried to come down to a place where people would accept me, so I made myself look homely, and I hid my talents, but it was to no avail. So I became a recluse and refused to let myself shine for fear of being scolded and hated. It helped a little with my peers and girlfriends but in the end men always found me and woman saw through me. So I was made a doll for profit or for lust, only paper dolls don’t last long, they get torn easily. I am very torn.
I have many dolls left over from my life, all torn and in a drawer in my head. I learned to kind of cope, I put on a fairly good act for the masses. Yes, I could fake a smile that would launch a thousand ships. I have the look of a movie star, and carry myself like a fragile, yet strong woman. But really if ones looks deep I am just a little kid, with stringy hair.
I could never find love only obsession. They say they want me; it is just the paper doll they want. Me I am way too deep for most men or women, so I don’t let them know who I really am and they like that. But it is so hard for me to lie, and when they see I am not ordinary I am not really a paper doll or the kind of paper they have been programmed to want well that is when all hell breaks loose.
Me, I have the passions of the great artists that were tortured for their dreams. When this is discovered many run or gossip or try and destroy the character. So I have lived my life in a bubble of protection for I never found the great ones who understand.
I dream, yes, I dream of meeting a man whom loves me for me, and brings out the inner beauty, and the deeper passion hiding deep inside this ocean, I dream of having just one friend, who loves me just as I am.
I don’t know were he/she is, are they hiding, do they exist? I have read about great love and friendships in novels, and seen it in the movies. You read about finding love on websites and think perhaps that that can happen, or that a snake oil salesman who is holding a seminar on love will help open a very closed heart and you will ‘attract’ the right people. I never go though, I do not believe them cause I know love is a gusty thing; and these days way to many men don’t have guts and woman live in fear.
Don’t get me wrong I tried it; I gave it my best shot but in the end they want paper. They can rip the paper when they want. Yes rip it all up without a real thought, and get new paper. So I looked into how paper should handle itself, I have read that the proper way for paper to handle this situation is to sell ones soul for security. I can’t do that though so I am lost in the flood of life, to put it bluntly I am fucked.
Now look at this word fucked, an unconscious word in many cases, but cutting up paper is good? But who sees the truth, why do we let our society and the media tell us how to think, speak, feel, look? But in reality, in truth, we are told how to think, speak, feel, look, so few really live. Yes, we live our parents, lovers, siblings, friends, and enemy’s “visions” of who they want us to be. So of course the paper gets blocked up, smashed, and ends up crumpled in distorted balls than thrown to the curb. The crumpled paper balls well they just start to get plain mad, or go mad, whichever comes first, no judgment, nor morals no metaphysical truths, it is just what it is.
So as most are programmed via our industrious media, most really don’t like paper, even if they are paper. They do everything in their power to shred the paper around them. It works most of the time, for generic paper is very fragile, and can’t fight back well. You see real paper is hand milled and has character and flaws. Of course there is bulk paper at Staples and that is what is wanted now, it is what Hollywood and fashion has made of many. Or at least they try their best to put that paper out there in mass. That too is an illusion for it is not real paper, it pretends to be paper, there are sharks underneath that generic factory kind, but we have been taught to want that kind of paper. Woman, they aspire to it, men, they kill for it. And the real paper gets mixed in, and gets all ripped up. Someday hold hand made paper in your hand, in the other hand hold a piece of generic paper, that my friend is the difference. Feel it, touch it and experience it if you can.
Ladies, I don’t mean to get down on you for being paper, you have been programmed with fear, and men you have been programmed to want corporate milled paper, most don’t know how to handle real paper, for real paper is strong, the leader, the visionary. Humans can’t be that anymore that seemed to have vanished in the 1940’s and 50’s in a purple haze.
Fifty years of being programmed not to think not to feel to become generic corporate, to let the government, the schools, the big mockers in Hollywood and the fashion industry think for us and this is somehow progressive. No, this is a mess. I can walk down Sunset Blvd, or Madison Avenue., or any mall USA and see so much generic paper, it deeply sadness me.
Through my life I have invited to the “in” parties, and generic papers are floating all over, we need the victim to have the victimizer. No one wins. I sometimes put my solace in the few artists and brave souls who are trying to make a difference, but they are so hard to find.
I read that Francis Ford Coppala said that in a few years the film market would be flooded with kids with videos, and that would make the difference in Hollywood. He was right in a way, but he did not add to that equation that many of these young filmmakers would have to become generic paper to have their movies made.
Simply put there are not enough people with guts anymore. Why you may ask am I picking on Hollywood a lot, well, one I am in the system, on the fringe of course, and they don’t like the real handmade paper at all. It’s all about commodity. I hear twenty two old girls on a movie set say, “if I don’t make it in a year I’m washed up.” I say what the hell happened to art, were is it, why is it hiding out in a dusty corner in a closet somewhere? Because we let it be put in that dusty closet by our silence. Those twenty two year olds are right, a paper over twenty three is not considered marketable in Hollywood. How many Lauren Bacall’s have been killed I often wonder to myself, how many with great brilliance have been stuffed in the bulk paper box?
Will you, can you fight back, will you look in the mirror and say enough. Will you gather your friends and strangers and say how much more of this fracturing of humanity can we withstand, because it starts with the one who is willing to be “a first” We would have nothing without the people who were a first, would we? The spirit in man is dying quick, who will stop it? The media is a great canvas to heal the world but few have the guts to go in a different direction.
If we shape shift our life our surroundings, than at this point the media and cooperates at large will have no choice but to shape shift, for in reality we run them with our money. If a few chosen do this we will create magic, but if we stay with the status quo we will all self-destruct.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
VETERANS LAND THEFT
CLICK HERE TO SEE THE VIDEOby Jeani DiCarlo
Did you ever have an encounter with a thief? If not, how many times have you read or heard about their sudden attacks in newspapers or TV and thought or gasped, “I hope that never happens to me”?
Well, it is happening. As I write this, we have politicians all over the country stealing from us. Many of you are now more than aware of this new Cap and Trade bill brought to us by “our” representative in the 30th district of California, Mr. Henry Waxman. Well, you may also want to know that Mr. Waxman has been quite busy these days not only promoting the biggest tax in history, but also by helping to give away land he does not own.
Whose land?
The land of our revered Veterans.
This land is slowly being doled out to special interest groups that benefit Mr. Waxman and his friends who are known as the “Westside Political Machine.” Sadly, he is not the only one doing this; politicians all over the country are “giving” land they do not own to special interest groups. Eighty-five acres of Veterans’ lands were just annexed in Chicago. Where did it go to? Who got it?
In order to get the big picture of what’s happening all over this country, let’s start with a little history on the Veteran land here in Waxman’s Los Angeles district.
Veteran land is land deeded to Veterans to take care of their physical and emotional wounds. One of these lands, the West Los Angeles Veterans’ Home (WLA VA), the largest parcel on land for Veterans in the USA, was donated by Arcadia de Baker and John P. Jones in 1888 to the government for the sole purpose of providing permanent care to our Veterans ONLY.
At that time, the hospitals on the land were providing care to returning Civil War Veterans, and to emphasize the intensity of their suffering they were called asylums. What Arcadia de Baker realized was that the peaceful and isolated land was perfect for healing the physical and emotional wounds of people who served their country.
What Arcadia de Baker did not know, though, that in time this isolated land would end up in the middle of one of the most affluent areas of the country. The WLA VA is the largest Veterans Healthcare Center in the Untied States. It also just happens to be located in an area considered the Fifth Ave of California, a place with multi-million dollar mansions and fancy condos surrounding it. Being a piece of prime real estate, many are vying for it.
In Henry Waxman’s Brentwood district, homeless Veterans sleep outside the gates of their own land while TV productions rent empty hospitals that neither the VA nor Waxman will open for our Veterans claiming the buildings are damaged. Yet, these same damaged buildings are rented to “Grey’s Anatomy,” among others, and net seven-million per year. Now, would anyone rent damaged buildings for seven million a year?
Recently, the WLA VAMC gave Veterans Park Conservancy (VPC) (a non-veteran group consisting of wealthy residents of Brentwood) $1 million to help build a wrought iron fence to beautify the entryway into their community, while Veteran health-care services and facilities continue to go under-funded. Was the beautification of an already very wealthy community a priority?
The WLA VAMC also gave VPC permission to engrave in stone on Veterans property, “Beauty, Honor, County,” thereby seriously insulting and denigrating the Military creed of “Duty, Honor, Country.”
The VA also “rents” this land for special fundraising parties. I was recently at one such $1000-per-ticket celebrity-saturated fundraiser with a Vietnam-era Veteran, Robert Rosebrock.
Mr. Rosebrock, founder of “Veterans’ Revolution,” was not allowed to enter the Veterans’ land and was harassed by a hired security guard who kept a camera on him the whole time.
For 72 consecutive Sundays, Mr. Rosebrock and Veterans from all wars gather in front of the WLA VH to protest the land grab perpetrated by the VA and federal politicians in conjunction with affluent Brentwood neighborhood community organizations, businesses and Mr. Waxman’s Westside political machine.
In this shameful orchestration, the VA rented about 16 acres of Veterans’ land (worth more than a billion dollars) for a dollar per year to the Brentwood Homeowners Association. Yes, you heard me right, a buck a year. Why, you ask? So the people of Brentwood, some of the wealthiest in the country, can have a park. A park on Veterans’ land when there are empty hospitals our Veterans need!
Another game being played by the LA bureaucrats is the building of “apartments” at the cost of about $325,000 per unit in the unused hospitals that they now rent for TV productions at the Sepulveda VA. These very expensive so-called “apartments” are meant to house recovering addicts, etc. They say some Veterans can live there (this is really generous of them, isn’t it?), but the truth is these apartments will end up being fancy condos sold for millions in a few years.
In accordance with the Flag Code of the United States, the Veterans decided to turn the flag upside down as a sign of distress. In return, the federal police almost arrested them for “disturbing” conduct! Domestic terrorists like Bill Ayers can stomp the flag, anarchists can burn flags on the steps of the Congress, paint flags, rip flags, put flags in dung and call it art — but Veterans who fought for what the flag represents cannot, in accordance with the law, hang the flag upside down as a call of distress? Last week Mr. Robert Rosebrock was cited for having the American flag in distress attached to the Veterans gate, yet, the VA allowed the Iranian flag to be displayed on the Veterans gates!
Something is very wrong with this picture in America. Right now in history we have a group of renegade politicians who have buried our Constitution under the structure of false laws that we must abide by, “laws” that allow them to steal in the dead of night. And make no mistake about it: if they can steal our Veterans’ land without blinking an eye, they will soon be able to steal yours.
These “thieves” work on people’s minds, making them believe they are spotless individuals who do no wrong. Their abuse is silent and “lawful.” It is always for “our good.”
Our Founders fought a long battle to give us freedom and we cannot let anyone steal it from us. The first stand is with our Veterans to stop this land grab. Call your representatives, write your senators, demonstrate with your fellow Veterans, and do not allow this to go on any longer. In many ways, their land is your land — for without these good people freedom would be just a word.
For links, more facts, updated information and to contact representatives, visit www.veteranslandgrab.us
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Random Observations of the US Presidential Election by a Naturalized Citizen and Some Scholastic Challenges for the President-Elect
by Yervand Von Kochar
(a man with no birth certificate either)
Church of Our Savior, Worcester, Mass., circa 1891
(first Armenian Church in the Western Hemisphere)
Introduction to Observations and Challenges
For someone who became an American citizen by choice I have been always fascinated by the enthusiasm and trust that the people of America invest into their electoral process. Presidential elections in the countries that I and, for example, Mr. Obama have ancestral links to, are usually followed by a civil war, murders, unrest, fire and broken windshield and arms. The only difference is that I fled that kind of an aftermath and Mr. Obama rallied for one of the guys who usurped the power in Kenya after he disputed his own defeat. On the other hand, I had no dog in the fight, while Mr. Obama was supporting his cousin, Odinga.
RANDOM OBSERVATIONS
Here are some observations by a naturalized citizen who loves his new country but has a very, very hard time understanding its voting pattern (and baseball) :
When Republicans win presidency it is because of the fraud and when Democrats win it is because of the failed policies of the Republicans. Well, then if Dems have no failed policies how come they fail saving elections from being stolen by Republicans when they are in power ( Clinton- Bush transition) By the same token, if Republicans are so flawed how they are so good in not being able to steal an election when they are in power
(Bush- Obama).
When Republicans loose elections they get on stage and congratulate the winner right away ( McCain – Obama) when Dems loose elections they send John Edwards to tell the people that they will fight to the end… then concede later. I wonder if anyone has a video of John Edward’s speech…
When Dems win it’s a change, a brilliant campaign by talented managers when Republicans win it’s a government takeover orchestrated by Karl Rove, even in the times when Karl Rove was not born yet
Hillary Clinton is the only woman who was brokenhearted by two US presidents in the same decade, while Sarah Palin is the only woman who was interviewed by two dumbest news personalities in the same month.
There is something touching in seeing Jessie Jackson crying at Obama victory speech. He was probably upset that after so many years of struggle, the son of slaves cannot be a President but a man whose father is from Africa can. Because for him it was never the skin color but the plight of the oppressed people in the South and now also in Hawaii.
I saw a man who was bombing the US government buildings standing in the line to vote for the man who started his career at his house and was minutes away from him in the same line, while the US military men and women had problems casting their ballots since they were far and were busy protecting the rights of the terrorist to teach children whose parents he was trying to kill back in the day when the man who started his career at his house was only 8 years old.
Just like Kennedy won because of the TV, Obama won because of Internet and idolatry. The amount of Obama images overwhelmed our streets and in most of them he looked like Lenin. Maybe Obama is not a socialist but his graphic representation is increasingly Stalinist. All the posters with his inspired face and futuristic color contrast were oddly similar to the propaganda posters of Communist leaders that I so hated back in my country. I agree that it is very effective to be reminded that change and hope are concepts invented by Obama but why do they have to look as if they are from 1937 Russia?
How can you elect a man who went to a church for 20 years but never visited its book store? Or, how can you elect a man who admired his spiritual mentor without ever buying one Dvd with his speech? I mean, even Matt Damon who is not running for anything serious except from CIA in the movies, bothered to read the book of his dirty rat communist professor Howard Zinn.
Obama’s half brother in Kenya could survive for 33.33 years on one John Edward haircut.
I still do not understand how the blacks rejected the wife of the first black president in favor of a guy who is only half black.
SCHOLASTIC CHALLENGES FOR THE PRESIDENT-ELECT
(If Mr. Obama answers this questions he is my President).
If we hope that everything will be changed , can the hope be changed too?
If this is the change we can believe in, what was the change we could not believe in?
If we are the ones we have been waiting for, what is going to happen if we don’t show up?
If we are the ones we have been waiting for why did it take us so long to show up?
How many good economic meltdowns does it take to replace one bad pastor?
How many federal building bombings does it take to change a prison sentence for an education professor job?
When the civilian force is created can we call for its immediate withdrawal without overthrowing Hussein, after all, there is no link between Hussein and terrorism, he just attended a dinner with a Palestinian sympathizer and Farahakan’s march.
If Arnold Schwarzenegger looses his birth certificate can he run for the President?
Can you make a Constitutional Amendment to finally get rid of Kerry/Edwards bumper stickers?
Is dissent the highest form of patriotism until January the 20th or should we stop now?
Weren’t backdrops with tall columns used primarily in Greek tragedies?
Are you sure people were not voting for Oprah?
Are we still going to impeach Bush?
How a man with such big ego like Biden can deal with such a small country like Iran?
Don’t we all wish that the guy who sold us our house can be thrown into jail too?
How many world wars does one have to start in one century to have you give a peace speech in thier capital?
When you promised the ocean levels to rise, was the mark at 250 000, 200 000 or
120 000 level….or was it 42 000, after all?
I have friend who was born in California. His family is of an Armenian descent and immigrated to America from Egypt. Can I encourage him to run as the first Armenian-African-American candidate?
If nothing else he can demand reparations from AAA and privatize DMV( please)?
Finally, If Mickey Mouse was register by ACORN would you allow him to run in 2012 on a Republican ticket? That way Republicans can gain two important constituencies – PETA and young demographic of 8 to12 years old.
(a man with no birth certificate either)
Church of Our Savior, Worcester, Mass., circa 1891(first Armenian Church in the Western Hemisphere)
Introduction to Observations and Challenges
For someone who became an American citizen by choice I have been always fascinated by the enthusiasm and trust that the people of America invest into their electoral process. Presidential elections in the countries that I and, for example, Mr. Obama have ancestral links to, are usually followed by a civil war, murders, unrest, fire and broken windshield and arms. The only difference is that I fled that kind of an aftermath and Mr. Obama rallied for one of the guys who usurped the power in Kenya after he disputed his own defeat. On the other hand, I had no dog in the fight, while Mr. Obama was supporting his cousin, Odinga.
RANDOM OBSERVATIONS
Here are some observations by a naturalized citizen who loves his new country but has a very, very hard time understanding its voting pattern (and baseball) :
When Republicans win presidency it is because of the fraud and when Democrats win it is because of the failed policies of the Republicans. Well, then if Dems have no failed policies how come they fail saving elections from being stolen by Republicans when they are in power ( Clinton- Bush transition) By the same token, if Republicans are so flawed how they are so good in not being able to steal an election when they are in power
(Bush- Obama).
When Republicans loose elections they get on stage and congratulate the winner right away ( McCain – Obama) when Dems loose elections they send John Edwards to tell the people that they will fight to the end… then concede later. I wonder if anyone has a video of John Edward’s speech…
When Dems win it’s a change, a brilliant campaign by talented managers when Republicans win it’s a government takeover orchestrated by Karl Rove, even in the times when Karl Rove was not born yet
Hillary Clinton is the only woman who was brokenhearted by two US presidents in the same decade, while Sarah Palin is the only woman who was interviewed by two dumbest news personalities in the same month.
There is something touching in seeing Jessie Jackson crying at Obama victory speech. He was probably upset that after so many years of struggle, the son of slaves cannot be a President but a man whose father is from Africa can. Because for him it was never the skin color but the plight of the oppressed people in the South and now also in Hawaii.
I saw a man who was bombing the US government buildings standing in the line to vote for the man who started his career at his house and was minutes away from him in the same line, while the US military men and women had problems casting their ballots since they were far and were busy protecting the rights of the terrorist to teach children whose parents he was trying to kill back in the day when the man who started his career at his house was only 8 years old.
Just like Kennedy won because of the TV, Obama won because of Internet and idolatry. The amount of Obama images overwhelmed our streets and in most of them he looked like Lenin. Maybe Obama is not a socialist but his graphic representation is increasingly Stalinist. All the posters with his inspired face and futuristic color contrast were oddly similar to the propaganda posters of Communist leaders that I so hated back in my country. I agree that it is very effective to be reminded that change and hope are concepts invented by Obama but why do they have to look as if they are from 1937 Russia?
How can you elect a man who went to a church for 20 years but never visited its book store? Or, how can you elect a man who admired his spiritual mentor without ever buying one Dvd with his speech? I mean, even Matt Damon who is not running for anything serious except from CIA in the movies, bothered to read the book of his dirty rat communist professor Howard Zinn.
Obama’s half brother in Kenya could survive for 33.33 years on one John Edward haircut.
I still do not understand how the blacks rejected the wife of the first black president in favor of a guy who is only half black.
SCHOLASTIC CHALLENGES FOR THE PRESIDENT-ELECT
(If Mr. Obama answers this questions he is my President).
If we hope that everything will be changed , can the hope be changed too?
If this is the change we can believe in, what was the change we could not believe in?
If we are the ones we have been waiting for, what is going to happen if we don’t show up?
If we are the ones we have been waiting for why did it take us so long to show up?
How many good economic meltdowns does it take to replace one bad pastor?
How many federal building bombings does it take to change a prison sentence for an education professor job?
When the civilian force is created can we call for its immediate withdrawal without overthrowing Hussein, after all, there is no link between Hussein and terrorism, he just attended a dinner with a Palestinian sympathizer and Farahakan’s march.
If Arnold Schwarzenegger looses his birth certificate can he run for the President?
Can you make a Constitutional Amendment to finally get rid of Kerry/Edwards bumper stickers?
Is dissent the highest form of patriotism until January the 20th or should we stop now?
Weren’t backdrops with tall columns used primarily in Greek tragedies?
Are you sure people were not voting for Oprah?
Are we still going to impeach Bush?
How a man with such big ego like Biden can deal with such a small country like Iran?
Don’t we all wish that the guy who sold us our house can be thrown into jail too?
How many world wars does one have to start in one century to have you give a peace speech in thier capital?
When you promised the ocean levels to rise, was the mark at 250 000, 200 000 or
120 000 level….or was it 42 000, after all?
I have friend who was born in California. His family is of an Armenian descent and immigrated to America from Egypt. Can I encourage him to run as the first Armenian-African-American candidate?
If nothing else he can demand reparations from AAA and privatize DMV( please)?
Finally, If Mickey Mouse was register by ACORN would you allow him to run in 2012 on a Republican ticket? That way Republicans can gain two important constituencies – PETA and young demographic of 8 to12 years old.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Dear Monica
by Bean-girl
Dear Monica,
I have known you now for years, almost to the day. I remember when we met; you were a kind woman with an erratic and nervous energy. I understood why you had that energy, you were just coming off a 20 some year marriage, were alone and deeply depressed.
We slowly befriended each other. I found you good hearted, and with some knowledge, although, skewed by the Woodstock generation. But you were open. Since there was no one to tell you how to think anymore, you were free for the first time in your life.
You were afraid of that freedom, so our long talks would be a time of questions and answers. I spent the better part of 4 years counseling you on the simplest of matters. And that is OK, I understood where you came from, that you were in the bubbles of the intelligentsia and the LA times.
I enjoyed our conversations; I enjoyed watching you becoming a whole thinking person again, learning to see what the world really was. As a poor farmer's daughter, you wanted more than anything else to be accepted, yet, in a worldly sense. I knew you needed to prove to someone, that you were not just a farmer’s daughter but a woman of the world. Someone traveled and well read, as well read as any one form the 60’s were allowed to be.
I started to see a transformation right before my eyes, the woman of the 60’s radical culture started to go back to her roots. To her little child, to God. I was an amazing transformation. Like a butterfly opening up. You almost made it Monica; you were at the finish line.
But fear came back with a vengeance, and it griped you again. It held you tight, it was comfortable, it was the way of the hippie. The way of; I am more enlightened than most, I know more than all the people throughout history, I am a demi god and I will do as I please. I have ‘the’ source of knowledge, and that is the LA, or the NY times.. they are the badge of my honor, the badge that lets everyone know I am intelligent. Not a farmer’s daughter.
And than came the ‘one’ the man we know not. He came to create ‘peace’ to stop division, to bring us all together. Yes the ‘one’ came to town, driven by the old rag mags, the LA, and the NY times and their cohorts. Not a question was asked of the ‘one. The ‘one’ we know not. The ‘one' America voted into a presidency, knowing not what he will do. But he was called the ‘one’, and that was all they needed to know. But why was he called the ‘one’?
Caroline Kennedy used an old Hopi saying at his coronation into the Democratic party “We Are the Ones We Have Been Waiting For”. The new ‘one’ repeated that a few days latter, in fact, every word that came from his mouth came for a movie, a book, a speech and, the most fearful of all, his change mantra came from Hitler. Everything the ‘one’ said was from somewhere else, I started to wonder if there was any independence left in the ‘one’. But I digress.
As a farmers daughter you needed deep in your soul to be part of the movement of ‘change’. You did not know what that ‘change’ would be, but as a hippie, did it matter? It sounded cool, hip and all the ‘real’ people believed in the ‘one’ The simple people did not. And you could not be around the simple people, for it brought back too many memories of not being good enough for the ‘ intelligentsia’ you needed, like fix of smack so the world to love you. This you craved beyond all else. You stopped reading anything of truth and stuck to the rag paper, the LA times. They still had the facade of being truthful, and if you told your crowd you read it, than you would be accepted. And so it was the end of the butterfly, her wings were clipped again by fear. The fear of not being accepted by the ungodly, idolatrous of the world.
So a few days after the election was “won” by the “one”, I say that because I am not sure whether it was won or stolen, but again, stealing is only a word for the ‘other party’. The democratic party has no rules, like the hippies, no rules exist.. a party and a generation of total personal peace, affluence and destructive cynicism.
Oh yes, you gloated as you called me to tell me why you had not sent back my book after 7 months. I knew you would never send it back, and that was not why you called. And so the truth was revealed. You needed to shove, ever so sweetly, as I have come to know your style, that the ‘one’ was the master and the hippies were back in full force.
But that sweetness soon turned into venom, as I told you voted for a man who you knew not. As you were telling me how evil Sarah Palin was, I called you on it; you had all the talking points of the LA times. My stomach started to turn, I felt like I was back in collage with my hippie professors under the thumb of their indoctrination. You tried your best to indoctrinate me; you could not. You tried your best to make me see how evil Sarah was and how good the ‘one’ was; but it was not working. You used the war in Iraq; but that did not work because we have a silent mass genocide of 40 million plus babies killed in this country since the hippies took over. So, I was lost on that point.
Than you said what many a hippie say; it is where the hate, and war spews from your mouths like a venom. The venom I have grown up to run from.. for in this venom lay the seeds of deception, the seeds that have torched a whole generation and left a country in ash.
You resorted to putting down the whole state of Alaska, mostly American Indians and Eskimos, as rabid sic Christians that you would have no part of.
And that is when I allowed the phone to go dead.. for I knew I was speaking to a dead soul.. who lost her way so long ago. Who murdered a whole state, along with 80% of this country. A woman who once allowed herself to go back to God but now she needed not God, for the ‘one took His place.
And that is why I write this letter to you, for what can I say to a Woodstock woman indoctrinated to believe right is wrong and wrong is right? I know your daughter will follow in her mother’s footsteps for acceptance. I pray your son will run from the ideology of your generation. We need men again not half breed boys running around pretending to be men.
He has much to fix, as I and many others do. A whole country was burned down by a generation that knew only themselves, and there is much work to build up from the ashes of what the legacy of your generation left us.
It’s been 50 years of turning anyone non affiliated and not supporting the Democrat Party Establishment into a cultural non entity. Do we want eight more years of this cultural dictatorship?
The Hopi phrase "We Are the Ones We Have Been Waiting For” was used by Caroline Kennedy, a woman who was given a position from birth to use words as bullets or as salve. She used the Hopi Indians’ words as a bullet and the ‘one' turned it into an assault weapon. This assault weapon turned on America and what it used to stand for.
Yet, the meaning of "We Are the Ones We Have Been Waiting For” is a spiritual meaning of personal responsibly and connection to God. Not your narcissistic personal peace and affluence, not the 'fundamental transformation' of society the 'one’ speaks of, but an individual personal responsibility, rather then surrendering that responsibility to the government of the 'one’.
The irony is that these words come from the Hopi Indian tribe, a tribe revered by the hippies for their ‘peaceful’, ‘spiritual’ ways, a tribe that is… Republican… now, I wonder why? If you can answer that, you win the million dollar prize. But, alas, you will not be able to because fear and hate are the seeds sown by the Woodstock generation…when they find out that the Hopis are Republicans, they too will be deemed evil. By the way, Caroline’s mother Jacqueline Kennedy was a great Republican, something few are allowed to know.
I read about the pounding rain during the weekend of Woodstock. Rain, and mud mixed with drugs and rock-n-roll was a lethal combination…hippies ranted and raved at the ‘man', the ‘pigs’ … but when the rain was so bad, and the death toll was rising, who came in to save their asses? Yes the ‘man’, the ‘pigs’…and so it is… the real ‘ones’ who give you your freedom you spit upon, and the ‘ones’ who take your freedom away you kiss… could it be you know deep down that you do not deserve freedom at all?
Could that be the message God was sending through the torrential rain that weekend?
"Voltaire was a talented man but he wasted his talent when he laughed at every opportunity where he should have learnt"- Eliphas Levi
Dear Monica,
I have known you now for years, almost to the day. I remember when we met; you were a kind woman with an erratic and nervous energy. I understood why you had that energy, you were just coming off a 20 some year marriage, were alone and deeply depressed.
We slowly befriended each other. I found you good hearted, and with some knowledge, although, skewed by the Woodstock generation. But you were open. Since there was no one to tell you how to think anymore, you were free for the first time in your life.
You were afraid of that freedom, so our long talks would be a time of questions and answers. I spent the better part of 4 years counseling you on the simplest of matters. And that is OK, I understood where you came from, that you were in the bubbles of the intelligentsia and the LA times.
I enjoyed our conversations; I enjoyed watching you becoming a whole thinking person again, learning to see what the world really was. As a poor farmer's daughter, you wanted more than anything else to be accepted, yet, in a worldly sense. I knew you needed to prove to someone, that you were not just a farmer’s daughter but a woman of the world. Someone traveled and well read, as well read as any one form the 60’s were allowed to be.
I started to see a transformation right before my eyes, the woman of the 60’s radical culture started to go back to her roots. To her little child, to God. I was an amazing transformation. Like a butterfly opening up. You almost made it Monica; you were at the finish line.
But fear came back with a vengeance, and it griped you again. It held you tight, it was comfortable, it was the way of the hippie. The way of; I am more enlightened than most, I know more than all the people throughout history, I am a demi god and I will do as I please. I have ‘the’ source of knowledge, and that is the LA, or the NY times.. they are the badge of my honor, the badge that lets everyone know I am intelligent. Not a farmer’s daughter.
And than came the ‘one’ the man we know not. He came to create ‘peace’ to stop division, to bring us all together. Yes the ‘one’ came to town, driven by the old rag mags, the LA, and the NY times and their cohorts. Not a question was asked of the ‘one. The ‘one’ we know not. The ‘one' America voted into a presidency, knowing not what he will do. But he was called the ‘one’, and that was all they needed to know. But why was he called the ‘one’?
Caroline Kennedy used an old Hopi saying at his coronation into the Democratic party “We Are the Ones We Have Been Waiting For”. The new ‘one’ repeated that a few days latter, in fact, every word that came from his mouth came for a movie, a book, a speech and, the most fearful of all, his change mantra came from Hitler. Everything the ‘one’ said was from somewhere else, I started to wonder if there was any independence left in the ‘one’. But I digress.
As a farmers daughter you needed deep in your soul to be part of the movement of ‘change’. You did not know what that ‘change’ would be, but as a hippie, did it matter? It sounded cool, hip and all the ‘real’ people believed in the ‘one’ The simple people did not. And you could not be around the simple people, for it brought back too many memories of not being good enough for the ‘ intelligentsia’ you needed, like fix of smack so the world to love you. This you craved beyond all else. You stopped reading anything of truth and stuck to the rag paper, the LA times. They still had the facade of being truthful, and if you told your crowd you read it, than you would be accepted. And so it was the end of the butterfly, her wings were clipped again by fear. The fear of not being accepted by the ungodly, idolatrous of the world.
So a few days after the election was “won” by the “one”, I say that because I am not sure whether it was won or stolen, but again, stealing is only a word for the ‘other party’. The democratic party has no rules, like the hippies, no rules exist.. a party and a generation of total personal peace, affluence and destructive cynicism.
Oh yes, you gloated as you called me to tell me why you had not sent back my book after 7 months. I knew you would never send it back, and that was not why you called. And so the truth was revealed. You needed to shove, ever so sweetly, as I have come to know your style, that the ‘one’ was the master and the hippies were back in full force.
But that sweetness soon turned into venom, as I told you voted for a man who you knew not. As you were telling me how evil Sarah Palin was, I called you on it; you had all the talking points of the LA times. My stomach started to turn, I felt like I was back in collage with my hippie professors under the thumb of their indoctrination. You tried your best to indoctrinate me; you could not. You tried your best to make me see how evil Sarah was and how good the ‘one’ was; but it was not working. You used the war in Iraq; but that did not work because we have a silent mass genocide of 40 million plus babies killed in this country since the hippies took over. So, I was lost on that point.
Than you said what many a hippie say; it is where the hate, and war spews from your mouths like a venom. The venom I have grown up to run from.. for in this venom lay the seeds of deception, the seeds that have torched a whole generation and left a country in ash.
You resorted to putting down the whole state of Alaska, mostly American Indians and Eskimos, as rabid sic Christians that you would have no part of.
And that is when I allowed the phone to go dead.. for I knew I was speaking to a dead soul.. who lost her way so long ago. Who murdered a whole state, along with 80% of this country. A woman who once allowed herself to go back to God but now she needed not God, for the ‘one took His place.
And that is why I write this letter to you, for what can I say to a Woodstock woman indoctrinated to believe right is wrong and wrong is right? I know your daughter will follow in her mother’s footsteps for acceptance. I pray your son will run from the ideology of your generation. We need men again not half breed boys running around pretending to be men.
He has much to fix, as I and many others do. A whole country was burned down by a generation that knew only themselves, and there is much work to build up from the ashes of what the legacy of your generation left us.
It’s been 50 years of turning anyone non affiliated and not supporting the Democrat Party Establishment into a cultural non entity. Do we want eight more years of this cultural dictatorship?
The Hopi phrase "We Are the Ones We Have Been Waiting For” was used by Caroline Kennedy, a woman who was given a position from birth to use words as bullets or as salve. She used the Hopi Indians’ words as a bullet and the ‘one' turned it into an assault weapon. This assault weapon turned on America and what it used to stand for.
Yet, the meaning of "We Are the Ones We Have Been Waiting For” is a spiritual meaning of personal responsibly and connection to God. Not your narcissistic personal peace and affluence, not the 'fundamental transformation' of society the 'one’ speaks of, but an individual personal responsibility, rather then surrendering that responsibility to the government of the 'one’.
The irony is that these words come from the Hopi Indian tribe, a tribe revered by the hippies for their ‘peaceful’, ‘spiritual’ ways, a tribe that is… Republican… now, I wonder why? If you can answer that, you win the million dollar prize. But, alas, you will not be able to because fear and hate are the seeds sown by the Woodstock generation…when they find out that the Hopis are Republicans, they too will be deemed evil. By the way, Caroline’s mother Jacqueline Kennedy was a great Republican, something few are allowed to know.
I read about the pounding rain during the weekend of Woodstock. Rain, and mud mixed with drugs and rock-n-roll was a lethal combination…hippies ranted and raved at the ‘man', the ‘pigs’ … but when the rain was so bad, and the death toll was rising, who came in to save their asses? Yes the ‘man’, the ‘pigs’…and so it is… the real ‘ones’ who give you your freedom you spit upon, and the ‘ones’ who take your freedom away you kiss… could it be you know deep down that you do not deserve freedom at all?
Could that be the message God was sending through the torrential rain that weekend?
Sunday, September 28, 2008
LIFE
Click Here to see the Film "Life" by Artavazd Peleshian
PS. Anyone ever wonders why there are no films gloryfing abortion?
Monday, September 15, 2008
UW Obama is no US Grant- 'Unconditional Withdrawl Obama' is no 'Unconditional Surrender Grant'
by Yervand Kochar
Every time I catch Obama giving a speech on TV, I wonder why they broadcast it live.
Every speech sounds exactly like the one given a day before. After all, how many different messages of hope and change can you bring from Monday through Thursday?
Obama hammers the abstracts of change and hope so consistently that even he believes that once he becomes the Wizard of the United States of OZ, he will cease being a man from Kansas anymore. His demagogue repetition of the same magic words of hope and change is amplified by the machinery of the media hidden behind the curtain of fascination that hopes so much with Obama that as a result of a prolonged journey into the OZ Hillary got heart, Edwards got courage and Kucinich got brains.
The only problem that Dorothy may not be sent back home to Kansas but may stay around, get on welfare and listen to Deepak Chopra as she tries to empower herself for the rest of her life as a single mom.
What is really troubling about Obama is not the fact that his presidential platform sounds increasingly like a user profile on MySpace but the fact that he is the only black man in the American politics that is not linked to the heritage of the black slavery. This alone is not basis for equating the man with a gramophone, but it is odd for a half white guy to come across as the ultimate reparation for the plight of the descendants of the Western African chattel slaves. After all, slavery was not about just skin color but a repression of a specific group of people who happened to have a different skin color.
But even this is not enough for dismissing Obama as an African-American candidate.
He is more African in heritage than most of the black Americans and this alone gives him basis of identification with the issues of slavery.
I mean, you don’t even have to be black to understand the trauma of slavery and the plight of the civil rights. So the question is, ‘Does he really understand what slavery meant and means to the African-Americans who have a direct generational link to it?’
What makes me doubt this is his indifference to the destiny of another oppressed and formerly enslaved people, the people of Iraq. If the hope and change are the nails on which his candidacy hangs on the shaky wall of the American political interest, the immediate withdrawal of the US forces from Iraq is the frame that embraces the image of his candidacy. Obama’s insistence on withdrawal is based on the fact that Iraqi people have to take responsibility for their own future and stop depending on the US help.
Now, let’s rewind to year 1877 when the Northerners, worn out by the not so distant Civil War and continuous occupation of the South, were calling upon the withdrawal of the Union army from the defeated South.
People got tired of fighting with the former slave owners who just could not accept the fact that their former slaves were put into positions of power. Under the pressure and constant unrest in the South by the Democrats, the Republican political establishment in the North began to give in and got weary of supporting the effort of elevating the former slaves to a position of a normal citizenry. The Democrats in the South threatened the second secession and an electoral deadlock over the presidency of the Republican Rutherford Hayes if Northern Republicans continued the Reconstruction process and the empowerment of the blacks.
A radical wing of the Democratic party formed a terrorist organization known as KKK which was dedicated to undoing the Reconstruction process by brutally and demonstratively murdering blacks and the Republican operatives in the South.
Under the ferocious pressure from the Democratic political establishment in the South and the public opinion in the North, Republicans had to withdraw the armed forces from the South leaving the blacks alone with their former tormentors. This unfinished process resulted in violence, segregation and had disastrous consequences for the post war reconstruction and racial harmony.
Therefore, not only Obama but any Black-American who does not understand how a premature withdrawal of the US forces will affect the people of Iraq has no right to represent the issue of slavery.
Obama simply uses the wound of slavery when he needs to hurt people who feel guilty about it and drops it when the people he needs don’t care about the wound at all.
The tragedy of history may very well be in its ruthless irony; when a race that rose out of the ashes of human slavery and a monumental struggle against it, chooses a leader that may cause a chain of events that will make the slavery happen all over again.
And this, my friends, is no change. This is history repeating itself over and over to people who always hope that they can learn from repetition but always make the same mistakes out of habit.
Every time I catch Obama giving a speech on TV, I wonder why they broadcast it live.
Every speech sounds exactly like the one given a day before. After all, how many different messages of hope and change can you bring from Monday through Thursday?
Obama hammers the abstracts of change and hope so consistently that even he believes that once he becomes the Wizard of the United States of OZ, he will cease being a man from Kansas anymore. His demagogue repetition of the same magic words of hope and change is amplified by the machinery of the media hidden behind the curtain of fascination that hopes so much with Obama that as a result of a prolonged journey into the OZ Hillary got heart, Edwards got courage and Kucinich got brains.
The only problem that Dorothy may not be sent back home to Kansas but may stay around, get on welfare and listen to Deepak Chopra as she tries to empower herself for the rest of her life as a single mom.
What is really troubling about Obama is not the fact that his presidential platform sounds increasingly like a user profile on MySpace but the fact that he is the only black man in the American politics that is not linked to the heritage of the black slavery. This alone is not basis for equating the man with a gramophone, but it is odd for a half white guy to come across as the ultimate reparation for the plight of the descendants of the Western African chattel slaves. After all, slavery was not about just skin color but a repression of a specific group of people who happened to have a different skin color.
But even this is not enough for dismissing Obama as an African-American candidate.
He is more African in heritage than most of the black Americans and this alone gives him basis of identification with the issues of slavery.
I mean, you don’t even have to be black to understand the trauma of slavery and the plight of the civil rights. So the question is, ‘Does he really understand what slavery meant and means to the African-Americans who have a direct generational link to it?’
What makes me doubt this is his indifference to the destiny of another oppressed and formerly enslaved people, the people of Iraq. If the hope and change are the nails on which his candidacy hangs on the shaky wall of the American political interest, the immediate withdrawal of the US forces from Iraq is the frame that embraces the image of his candidacy. Obama’s insistence on withdrawal is based on the fact that Iraqi people have to take responsibility for their own future and stop depending on the US help.
Now, let’s rewind to year 1877 when the Northerners, worn out by the not so distant Civil War and continuous occupation of the South, were calling upon the withdrawal of the Union army from the defeated South.
People got tired of fighting with the former slave owners who just could not accept the fact that their former slaves were put into positions of power. Under the pressure and constant unrest in the South by the Democrats, the Republican political establishment in the North began to give in and got weary of supporting the effort of elevating the former slaves to a position of a normal citizenry. The Democrats in the South threatened the second secession and an electoral deadlock over the presidency of the Republican Rutherford Hayes if Northern Republicans continued the Reconstruction process and the empowerment of the blacks.
A radical wing of the Democratic party formed a terrorist organization known as KKK which was dedicated to undoing the Reconstruction process by brutally and demonstratively murdering blacks and the Republican operatives in the South.
Under the ferocious pressure from the Democratic political establishment in the South and the public opinion in the North, Republicans had to withdraw the armed forces from the South leaving the blacks alone with their former tormentors. This unfinished process resulted in violence, segregation and had disastrous consequences for the post war reconstruction and racial harmony.
Therefore, not only Obama but any Black-American who does not understand how a premature withdrawal of the US forces will affect the people of Iraq has no right to represent the issue of slavery.
Obama simply uses the wound of slavery when he needs to hurt people who feel guilty about it and drops it when the people he needs don’t care about the wound at all.
The tragedy of history may very well be in its ruthless irony; when a race that rose out of the ashes of human slavery and a monumental struggle against it, chooses a leader that may cause a chain of events that will make the slavery happen all over again.
And this, my friends, is no change. This is history repeating itself over and over to people who always hope that they can learn from repetition but always make the same mistakes out of habit.
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