Right now internet news broadcasts streaming from the U.S. tell that President Bush is saying that Russian officials aided Saddam Hussein in his anti-american actions and tyranny.
Here we go again.
We can't call it the Cold War anymore, I would like to suggest a name for Bush's style of international politics, let's call it the "I'm the King of the castle & You're the Dirty Rascal War" and be done with it.

All of his foreign policy campaigns could be run by the "Eenie meenie Miney Mo" technique (the old racist version, not the cleaned up modern one).

I'd like to suggest that Bush gives love a bad name.

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The answer to my question was, "The only reason someone would do that is if they were up to no good and they didn't want you to know about it" What a cover story for deception. To tell me straight to my face but with sugar all over it to make it seem like an innocent act when it is not. The truth is just easier on everybody. The condescension of the little lie is worse than the content being lied about. Such a simple lesson. Suddenly I'm expected to be living in the same realm as some cuckolded wife when I've spent my whole adult life avoiding exactly that life. I'm not talking about relationships with partners or lovers here, I'm just talking about two peers who oughtta be on the same wavelength but one of 'em's being a friggin' cheap shot wussy and it ain't me.
I don't apologize for not being willing to be a doormat for someone else's gain. I do the things I do because I have a determination for a certain kind of life. On my deathbed or when my life passes before my eyes I want to know that I have been responsible for an extraordinary life. For me there is worth to building intellect, character & experience. & I learn everyday what these attributes mean to me & how they reflect my life back to me. I have no desire to walk around clothed in the attributes of any other person. I am not an intellect vampire, I am not a character sponge, I am not an experience whore. I will plow my own path, as it were. I won't live this life blind deaf or dumb. I am not mute and friggin' right I'll say it out loud if I believe it. Too bad that overshadows this human. Maybe this human oughtta start representing her own life on her own terms & stop trying to milk mine. She thinks I haven't earned what she wants to take from me for free, on my karma credit card. That's her problem. In every way. Go suck someone else's teat. Wuss.
Ahhhhhhh, relief. . You know how the argument stays with you sometimes even after you've said your piece. I can eat my supper without getting an ulcer now that I've vomited my pissed off diatribe all over my blog.

When I was a kid my Mom had a knack for creating banners for different societies & she would earn extra cash doing it. A church close to us asked her to make a Christmas banner of the birth of Christ. She made very elaborate 3-D sculptures from fabric and sewed them together into structures that looked like wall quilts. So she made Mary & Joseph & the baby faces out of brown nylons and made the hair out of black doll hair. The furniture and drapery swatches she used to create the background and clothing were lush & rich, the overall effect was as glorious as a stained glass window. We marveled over the results in our house, considering it her finest piece. The banner hung in the church initially over Christmas week and about a week after that my Mom called the minister to check in on the response. Apparently there had been some stir created over whether or not the three black faces of the holy family represented the actual congregation. The minister invited her to the next week's sermon so we all went & listened as he discoursed over the true nature of the man that would be Jesus, and the true nature of the man & woman who would have potty trained him & all that. Without being overtly preachy he outlined to the white congregation the fact that a child born in Bethlehem and living an entire life in a certain part of the world would no doubt bear the physical traits of that region as well as the race he was born into. Smart enough he was to bring into the context that even if one was to perceive God to have a race & to assume the race was Caucasian, the child also came from a mother who would not be and therefore no matter the perception of God's physical looks the child's looks could be surmised to have been dark in skin tone, and why, he concluded would it change any thoughts of God's gift to humanity and the Christian ability to love his child....
That was 1978.
The banner still hangs in the church with the little brown Jesus baby & his brown mum & dad.
My Mom & that minister continued a friendship built around endless hours of philosophical discussion until his death in the early 90's.

It was with great dismay as a child that I discovered who accepted what to take out the Beothuk. It was with great dismay I discovered as an adolescent who accepted what to round up Africans for shipment as slaves to the Americas. That Judas traded his friend, let alone his lord for coin, that the Jews crucified Jesus, who history would later define as a very famous Jew... Human nature seems thus, that great acts against itself will be committed in the evolution of questionable societal, racial & monetary gain. The idea of an expendable race was never Hitler's private domain yet he is the most famous for it. How many holocausts go unwritten over the centuries. We'll never know the truth of history in its entirety but certain points we have to understand as valid by the mere remnants left behind. Hiroshima won't be questioned as true anytime soon as the earth there will hold the toxic proof for some generations into the future. Not too many folks will dispute the effects of the tar ponds in Sydney on the poor folk who lived around it because that land will bear the mark of the carcinogens for ages to come. There are photographs upon photographs documenting the holocaust. There are memoirs written by survivors as well as by German soldiers who rued their own participation. There are memoirs written by German citizens who found out about the extermination camps only after their exposure to the rest of the world. I only found out about the holding camps for Japanese expatriates in Canada during WWII about 12 yrs ago at a David Suzuki lecture.
I uphold anyone's right to put information into the world according to their own perception and perspective, but there is a lot of bad information out there. A person's ability to intake from the vast amounts available what is true and correct is subject to innumerable variables. I say the proof is in the pudding. I would have liked to been at that meeting where countless Jewish people and Germans got together and made up this elaborate story about extermination camps with human incinerators and whose smart idea was it to bring in the Gypsies and homosexuals, anyway. The really brilliant part was when they brought in the Americans as the ones who exposed it all to the world. Yeah, they decided to make the Americans the heroes. Likely, very likely. It boggles me that individuals are willing to discount the Holocaust as true. That Shakespeare was a group of writers, sure, that Stephen King is now a group of writers, sure, but that an entire generation of mismatched people could elaborate so specifically on an event of mind numbing proportion? Give me a break. Ever try to get a group of even twenty people on the exact same page? Let alone 100's with specifics that coincide? Maybe Jesus existed, maybe he didn't. There's a lot more physical proof for the existence of the Holocaust than there is for the existence of the son of god. The various factions of Christians don't even agree on the history surrounding that lifetime, possibly less than agree on the facts surrounding the Holocaust. Thing is I do believe Jesus existed. I believe Siddharta existed, I believe Arjuna and Zeus and Apollo and hell I believe Xena the Warrior princess existed. You know why? Because the myth of existence, the brain that evolves and causes us to ponder the dinosaurs and the Incas, Easter Island & Stonehenge is the brain that desires a higher purpose to this existence. It's the brain that causes millions of people to go out and spend $9 to form a love/hate empathy for the trials of the creature Smeagol and the brain that weeps when Santa Claus is exposed for the Coca Cola invention that he is & not the gift giver who reads your letters and cares about your character. Mel Gibson needs his son of god to be correct because his personal mythology relies on it. His sense of self relies on it. Anyway, it's easy not to take his point of view too seriously because everybody knows that a physical representation of Jesus wouldn't be that Caucasian looking. Jesus would have had a dark olive skin tone. I wouldn't be surprised to discover that alot of jewish people aren't taking the anti-semitism of the movie to heart because they're just snickering to themselves about the folly of another white Jesus. I wonder what the ratio of non-white Christians to white Christians is? My guess is this new for 2004 model of white Jesus isn't talking to most of them.

Is it coincidence that my last 3 entries were about New Orleans and the in the banner at the top of the page today are hotel & bed & breakfast deals in New Orleans. Which came first the ads or the entries?