Priceless BIG Contradiction

Grab your CCN daily e-mail (if you have one) and read this article where President Bush says, and I quote:

When asked whether the peace process can overcome opposition from Hamas, Bush said "the best way to defeat those terrorists and radicals ... is through a vision based upon liberty."

"Ultimately, if this can be done, if the state can be laid out -- what the state should look like -- then it gives people like President Abbas the chance to go to the Palestinians and say, 'You can have their vision of violence or this vision of peace, take your pick.' "

"America can't impose our vision on the two parties," Bush said.

"If that happens, then there's not going to be a deal that will last."

The title of the article reads: "U.S. cannot impose vision of peace on Mideast, Bush says." Then what have you been doing there since 2001? No, no country can or has teh right to impose anything on another country, but what has your country been doing? You've got a president killed, that either good or bad, it was not your problem to solve, no matter how you wish to approach the issue. So, you keep demanding billions of dollars for warfare, cutting social spending, pushing for an ongoing war no one wants anymore... and now you come and say, admit if you like, that the U.S. can't impose their vision on another country? Tell us all, I pray, then what for was all that money?

Teenie-Hoax

Okay, I had my news-comment of the day, but here we go, I find yet another thing about which say a thing or two. (This will most likely also go into an entry in Locky the Bunny, as a lot of people with that mentality stumbles around it.) Still scrolling down the New York Times (^_^ I just mispelled it New Jerk. hihihi) I saw this article titled "A Hoax Turned Fatal Draws Anger". Well, I thought it was about something in politics, so I merrily sauntered into the article, when what do I see? but it's about some stupid teen girl who killed herself because some fake guy in the internet told her he hated her. The girl, 13, got a boyfriend, a character created by a 47 year old neighbour woman, who most likely thought of herself as Malcom's Mom, so she "avenged" her daugher after this other teen told her that they would not be friends anymore. The girl and the fake guy flirted and then the guy became mean and, after being massively attacked through the blog of the boy, she decided to hung up herself in her closet. People is mad at the woman who created the guy and want to burn her alive, so to speak. The parents of the suicidal girl threw a temper tantrum. Everybody has opinions and they are all heated about it. Now, lets clear up some things:

1. Indeed, a MOM has SHIT to do in "avenging" her kids' social life. If the girl broke her friendship with her daughter, her daughter should take the chance to deal how to deal with situations and people like that. When a friendship is broken, trust me, in any case is better broken. I have broken friendships myself, either because we no longer have common topics, or because I consider the other person or the group to be toxic. Happens all the time. Now if she felt like she wanted to give the girl a taste of her own soup, well, that's much her problem.

2. Everybody knows there are bogus people in the Internet. It happens. People create them to protect their own identities, and well, for a miriad of other reasons that concerns only to them. You can't blame this woman for creating a character and playing it according to what she feels. Everybody has the right to do so, and so does she. If the girl put her hopes on this character, much her problem. She should have grown up.

3. I have not heard that this character had forced the girl to commit suicide. If she did, it's her fault, the teens, and if you want to blame someone else, blame the parents for not coaching her properly. She was a desperate attention seeker, from what I gather, who exposed herself to rejection and/or ill attention. It was her who decided to end up her life. It was here to did it. It was not the character, nor the woman behind it. In any case, the parents should think about what kind of environment they created where their disturbed daughter prefered death to crying her heart out to them.

It's easy to blame others, but it's hard to shoulder our own mistakes, right? The teen years are not easy, and the parents should think about what they did when, knowing they had a kid who depended so much on the acceptance of others, who talked about suicide, they let it happen. Did they spent more time with their kid? Quality-time? Or sending her to the shrink was considered enough and "good parenting"? Why the kid turned to the belt and the closet instead of mom and dad? Why did she let her affect her so much? What kind of support, self-assurance she had? Did mom and dad where there everyday talking to her about how beautiful her eyes where and how she was a pretty person insider, how life has many changes, many tasks and tests that makes us better people? Did they teach her how to take criticism, that she should not mind ill words that she knew fake because what matters is what she feels, what she believes and the worth she gives to herself?

Yeah, yeah, burn the immature neighbour mom, who seems to be an aging woman stuck in teen-years, a raging person or a psychopat, but she did nothing. If it would have been not the fake character, it could have been someone else. The teen was unbalanced and set to defuse any time. So, should you stone the real kid, a real teen who would have found her clingy or hypocritical and actually say it in her face, fight with her and then have all his friends bitch at her? The boy was a bogus, but the situation was as real as any she could have run into, and evidently she had the inclination to overdramatize everything.

I have no part in this, but I stand with Ms. Lori Drew, even if I think she should do a little bit of growing and giving her kids in adoption to people who know how to be parents. Ms Lori is responsible of NOTHING regarding the death of that kid. You are pointing fingers at the wrong parents.

Here comes again Clichy-sous-Bois!

It's not a matter of "not enough promises". No, it's not that. It has never been that. Politics don't understand that keeping the people satisfied, happy and peaceful isn't like keeping a cyberpet, where you just press a button and they are automatically "happy" or "employed" or "well behaved". A country is not a big "tamagochi population". It seems M. Nicholas Sarkozy don't get that quite well. The riot at Clichy-sous-Bois exploded when HE was the Interior Security Minister (Law-and-Order Interior Minister according to the New York Times) and his answer to the crisis was to order curfews. Yes, keep them locked at home, then fill their ears with empty promises and let them go. Sure they are gonna behave.

For some whatever-bonker-manuever or massive-brainwashing or whatever that escapes my reason, the French people elected him as president. Like they say in Costa Rica: "que nos agarren confesados" ("may they catch us confessed"), and what kind of things he proposes? Well, what about reducing the amount of inmigrants? Tighten up the borders, go US-like. And solutions? Noooo! As a matter of fact, lets fuck up the pro-worker employment system so that more people can be fired! Fuck up schedules, fuck up wages, fuck up job stability. Who needs them anyhow? What's the purpose of this dude? Get some "national beggers" to balance out all the African beggers?

Clichy-sous-Bois was an unresolved matter, and it was about time it would explode again. I'm going home in two and a half weeks and I'll be in Paris (a programmed stop of mine so often it's already a habit) on the 17th for the whole day (basically) and the the night between Jan. 2nd and 3rd. Can I expect to find myself in a rumble like that? Then again, in 2005 I was there, at night, for New Year, streets full of GORGEOUS French "Gendarmes" and nothing bad happened. (Only the unclean thoughts in my head ^_^)

I can understand that there might be a problem of "funds" to face the problems presented by this less-fortunate area, but cutting back on taxes and pushing prices down is not the best thing to do when you have to help out a country. You can't lower the influx of money into the National Treasury at the beginning of the period, when you have to back up your word, when you have so many things to do, so much to attend. But then again, this man evidently is only interested in the sense of Power he can gather for himself. Frenchs might have fucked it up in many things, might have lost the Rugby World Cup pathetically, BUT electing this clown was the worse thing they could have come up with.

I'm not in France, I'm not French and I have no connection whatsoever with the people from the banlieues, but I do believe that, if they are not satisfied now, unless the banlieues get "leveled" to the ground, people and buildings alike, then this is gona keep raising and raising until the people, police, youth and innocent civilians lose more than just an eye. This is not te time for words and politics, but for money, budget and smart spending in housing, education and jobs.

ways to talk about

I can't stop thinking, wondering about the way we keep leading our lives. So what is, in the end what pushes people through the maze of the days? If life is so tiresome and such a nightmare, why is people so afraid of dying? Oh, worry not, they are just some errand thoughts coming to me in the begining of the day. Nothing serious, but yes... branding. I have no idea if I had mentioned this earlier, though soon you will be filled to the brim with past notes and entries to prove what I'll repeat for the n-th time: I'm an amateur writer. The idea of what pulls and pushes people around life intrigues me to the point of trying out several ideas, and these ideas become stories. I am not a poet (or shall I say poetess?), but I do have written a couple of verses in my life. They don't rhyme because I such big time at doing that, buut sometimes I feel like I have to compose a poems. It's a strange compulsion for I normally hate poetry. I believe I have only liked Edgar Allan Poe, Mihail Lermontov and from time to time I find a Hungarian poet who gets to me, but otherwise, I dislike poetry. Compared with the endless, absorbing, extense prose, poetry strikes me like a limited form of expression that cuts chances and freedom into a set of rules only prose can break free.

Yes, yes, yes, poetry is free and there's art in expressing through it. It's heightened and beautiful and blah, blah, blah, blah... I have always had the feeling that poetry has been forged to hide what you wish to say, use too little words to hint about too big issues, while prose use too little, too many or the exact amount, whatever you wish. Prose is so free it can SHOUT and fight and ... recoil and cry and load down onto you a whole psyche, or keep it together, closed and unreachable. I have no idea if a poet has ever broken into prose... I self declared poet, but prose writers do have... I have. I disregard metrics and rhymes, leghts or verse lenghts. The rhythm of my poems exist only in my head. I have normally written poetry for people in particular, but last year, I was held up into poetry for myself, for my inner issues and my inner space. The night of Halloween of last year, I was invaded in my head by a poem that started chanting inside me as I walked home, which I had to rush to write down. It was an intense experience, as it was night with a bright full moon hanging on the sky surrounded by an irregular cloud lace ringing it like a heavy cape or a royal, expensive furred hood around the bright, perfectly haloed head. It was one of those nights when you want to stay out staring alone at the moon and drink it up through your eyes.

No picture could ever capture the chilling beauty of nights like that, where the air itself gives so much to the moment. This Halloween night brought me memories of Henrik, which is why I heard my mind, and perhaps also my soul, shush these verses:

Love does not end
With the arrival of Death.
Truth is a Concept
That lives only in your Mind.

Facts don't prove
Anything.
"Love" is a word that
Can be said with an empty Heart.

The poem goes on pretty much in this same line for several more verses until they just run along formless and structure less. I'm a sad poet. Not like I'm much chirper as a writer, but indeed, as a poet, not only I'm a disaster, completely talentless, but also quite... sad and disturbing.

There's some kind of "paper" here at the office, some old reminiscence from the days the enterprise was sectioned into like five different areas according to the services offered: International (calls), Enterprises (corporative services), Mobile (duh), Landlines and Payphones. (In case you have not guessed it by now, I work at a Telcos.) Well, I came to work at the mobile section (then called something as utterly useless and stupid as "business strategic unit". Hahahahaha! The only business there was the "shady" kind, the strategy was the LACK of it and there was no unit or unity, for that matter, whatsoever.) at first, when I entered the enterprise. There they had this very stupid little paper... bigger in size than any of the national papers, composed on one, max two sheets of color printed paper. The idea behind this waste of good paper and vegetal life was to "share" the life and everdays and little details of the coworkers so we all get to know each other and work as a family. Fuck it. The place was filled with rivalry, office-gangs and little, closed groups far worse than anything you have ever seen in any schooldrama movie. Okay, granted, ain't as bad as what you hear from the ghetto schools, or schools in any poverty striken location, BUT that's because people here os well paid and really, no one needs to carry around guns when all they need here are connections, ill will and a gossip net reaching everywhere. The paper, so, became a forum to pose and get some spotlight. Get a cover, a central fold, a page-long "report" with a flattering picture and then boas about how you get "in the paper". P-Lease. Get. A. Life. But people here is just like that.

At one point, I was working right across the editor of the "paper". She was posting adds for people to send over their "thoughts" (a primitive and unevolved form of "literature" where people write a few lines about something they believe to be "wise". uhhhh...) and poetry. She asked my friend Jetty because she knew Jetty wrote poetry. Ô_Ô She's pretty much an epic/epic-fantastic poet, rather than me, a much more "romantic" kind of poet. Jetty told her that I wrote poetry as well (forgot to mention that mostly in English), so she asked me if I had anything to publish. I had already sent a poem in Spanish to some contest in Spain, and I was working on some others just to shake the vibe off my bones. I thought in sending her one a little "upcut" and not-very-acceptable. Ended up editing it to hide it's gay content, and yet, the editor turned it back to me because it was too "sophisticated" for the general audience. So, a talentless, uninterested, halfassed poet like me is "too sophisticated" for the paper's audience? The paper's audience was the Enterprise!!!! Was I to believe that no one, from the engineers and tellers to the CEO was literate enough to read something like that? Geez man! But I'm BAD!!! Okay, granted, I have witnessed really crappy work that gets published, BUT still, there's no merit in comparing with the lower band, but only to the upper bar. Yes, there will be always someone shittier than you, many in fact, but the evolving, the improvement, the progress comes from looking up to those who run ahead of us. Well, that in case I would like to pursue the poetry, which I do not.

Searching my folders, I have found a poem I had no idea I have written. Has a lot of hints, like poetry does, but I kinda like it.

Choice

If I ever were given the Choice
I would eternally stay at your side.
It has been next to you where I learned
About loving so deeply that pain was no longer an issue.

At your side I’ve found everything
I would ever need to be complete
Because there will never be
State of Mind, State of Soul,
That could ever overcome
The absolute sense of Being
I revel in since I’ve said openly
That I love you above anyone.

I mind no gender anymore.
I mind no bloodlines.
I mind no consanguinity.
No conventions.

I’m above Conventions…
And law and society and “what would they say”.
Because no one could say anything more that:
Lo there someone who has found happiness
With the One who owns its beating heart.

You own my beating heart.

Unlike you would think, NO, I am not into someone of my family, of the same gender or otherwise. I guess I worte this in a moment I was deep-caught in an incestuous story, which happens or happened often with teh requests I got. Yes, I have been a writer-by-demand. For free, you mind. It's impressive all you can find in the Internet. I wonder if you could do a business like that: set a site where people can request specific stories and people write them for a price. I guess it would be worth trying. Too bad I'm a slowpoke writer. Would have to start testing for free, kinda like a "pilot" before jumping into the paid business. Not poetry, of course, but real writing, prose, for which I do have some talent. Or so I say, and so far no one has ever proved me wrong or told me otherwise in my face.

I'll se about it. I'll let you know what have I decided.

Last Minutes Notes Before Fleeing the Office

Dear Snyegi,

I couldn't help this one. ^_^ I had to have you there. Someday, hopefully I'll grow out of it.

I have been moving a few of my entries from Locky The Bunny to You. I'm not entirely pleased with the way they look, mostly because of the changes they are subject due to the fact that I have to copy-paste some stuff I had to put on tables to be able to embed pictures into the text. (My attempt to emulate your natural form into a livejournal format.)

Time is running short. I have to close all windows and get ready to go home soon, too soon, very soon.

I have not really written into my lj, but rather posted the fic I prepared as gift for a Venezuelan friend of mine. I'm not sure if that will be my last post, but it certainly will be my last fic. I checked my "friendlist"... what a bunch of loosers. I want to distanciate myself fast from them. I still get close to Buranaberry, my Hópike, but I want nothing with Lee Jordan. I'm nauseated by what surrounds it. I have to rescue my main entries as soon as I can.

I love this: one date, even if we have several entries the same day. It's like organization: everything falling into place. I'm loving this more and more by the minute.

So, about the "Moving In", What Happened with that?

I swear, I have these entries I MUST save here, and now I know how... but I have been lazy to do it. There are a few, particularly my entries regarding comments on news and stuff that I wish to safekeep, but somehow I never get to do it.

First time not greeting you as if I were addressing a letter to you. I have to leave behind this "Anne Frank" complex, "Dear Kitty", though for me, always, you will be my Snyegi.

I'll be back later (I hope) with more.

What You Say

Dear Snyegi,

Perhaps one of these days I'll stop addressing you and I'll just start writing. I've been thinking about that: How much should you leave in the past in order to evolve? Where do we wish to evolve? How do we wish to do so? What's our goal, our ultimate purpose in evolving? Other than our human nature moved around with the only wish to avoid boredom. I think about how much I would like to go to eat at Subway right now, but given the current condition of my cards, I would say that's not so wise. It's the payback for "reckless shopping". Somehow, "shopping" is one of those sins or crimes that have an "instant karma" mechanism embedded into it. Of course, if you ignore that instant karma thing, then the karma swings back with much more force: DEBT. That one is BAD.


I'm starting to love you. Im fact, I do. ^_^ I love the fact also that you are entirely mine. Mine, mine, mine. ^_^ I love this... secrecy, this vers private thing going on between us. A few know your address, and I'll keep it so. I don't want anyone to find you, read you, judge you. You are... just mine. ^_^ Odd, I would not really define myself as a possessive person (though I'm stubborn and I hold up to my ideals and my commitments -- loyal only to God and my Ideals, you mind, for I pay no loyalty to peers. People are shifting, therefore they cannot have my loyalty.), and as I say that you are "mine" I don't mean it in a possessive way, but more in a "bonding" sense. Well, "bonding" isn't either the world. I mean it... in the way that... you will keep me for myself. You see, I know you can speak all you want and tell people all the things you want, it doesn't dent WHO you are, but from time to time there are things, things that relate only to you, or perhaps you and someone else, that have to be kept that way. If you tell them to everybody, as the information and the knowledge gets transformed with the sharing, you would lose yourself. You, are a cyber part of me, are the kind of secluded storage that would allow these bits of me, well some of them, to be kept uncorrupted, untouched, unchanged. So, in this sense, you are mine.

Something happened yesterday. At a meeting of WiMax I mentioned to this chick, Sughey, from the Network and System Technical Directions, that I wanted to know what the hell was the deal with WiMax, since I was under the understanding that it was no longer a priority. I wasn't aware that she would call all the Big Bosses and Big Kahunas and tell them. Twenty minutes later my boss called me at my mobile and asked me if I said that WiMax was no longer a priority for the Service Division. Well, I told him that HE told me it was no longer a priority. At first, he sounded like he wanted to scold me, buut little by little it went from "I'll see the way to blame you" to "I really didn't say that, so now we have to 'unsay' what you say". I was a bit upset at the double speech. Perhaps I wasn't told that it was no longer a priority in those precise words, BUT when you are said: "Stop WiMax, leave it for later because now VoIP is a priority"... well, it MEANS that WiMax stopped being a priority. Plain and simple as that. he did admitted saying that WiMax was to put back for later, BUT that THAT doesn't mean that it's no longer a priority. Okay, I'm lost: so when something that IS a priority is put on hold to give room to a new priority, THEN what that first priority becomes? Because that's the same way Roaming and Roaming GPRS followed. And Roaming was a MEGA Priority. In any case, IU think my boss got scolded very bad, and so todays he was a little bit distant with me. *shrugs her shoulders* Well, it ain't my fault that he's such a chicken that he won't bounce it back to HIS bosses, who had ultimately gone through with moving the priority.

The problem here is that people fear the bosses, or are targeting to their influence and so they rather present themselves a sycophants than just pointing fingers and say: Don't lie, YOU said that WiMax was no longer a priority. Or plain and simply tell them: Just how in the FUCKING HELL you expect us to keep up seven priority projects, have fees ready in three weeks with only ONE person working on Fees? But they have no balls to tell people, bosses specially. Fuck, how can they stay so inoperant? How can they live with themselves like that??? We will see how this progresses on, but, truth to be told, I was expecting, I get the chance to talk to the big Kahunas, because if I'm given the chance, I'll tell them the things in their faces. They don't impress me, and naturally they don't scare me. Idiots never do.

Love,

Buranaberry

.... still

Dear Snyegi,

To say that I have spent half a life time trying to get to where I am now, is not even reflecting of the reality. If I had my blog already set to stay like this, why did it go "weird"? I've gone page by page, "onglet" by "onglet" giving "igen" to everything until the regular "íras" window popped up. *phew*... Now I'm happy! Life is good again.

Also, now that things are as they should be, I'll be little by little moving all my most significant entries from Locky The Bunny livejournal. It will be kind of like a secretive exodus. Like the one the Frank family did.

So, be prepared for an increased amount of entries you have never read before on the course of these days and on. They are more than you would think, and they will probably remain unread, but safe at least.

I dislike the way people is pursued and shut down based on narrow minded visions, or a "cleansing policy" lacking of any consistency. I agree, a lot of people, a friend of mine among them, had unsuitable blogs with unfiltered information. What am I talking about? Pedophilia, in the case I know. Pictures, drawings, explicit (and quite poor) stories depicting this kind of preference. So the managers of the server (or whatever you call them) swung the axe at their necks and shut down their blogs (well, they are called "journals"). Naturally, all of them complained, claimed their martyrdom and wrecked havoc. Then some parallel journal servers were created, EXACTLY like LiveJournal, with names as creative and unique as "GreatJournal" and "InsaneJournal" among others. (To help the exiled journalists adapt, the layouts and pages are a total rip-off LiveJournal.) Though I have grown used to the Livejournal format (specially with all that thing about "friends only", "private", "special" disclosing, and not to mention the always handy lj-cuts), I have gone tired of the community gathered there. So, it is time for me to fly away from there and stablish myself where no one knows me, where no one (but a handful of chosen ones) can read me nor will ever find me. I want peace. I want solitude. I want to be left alone. I want the justified paranoia to be over, to be gone.

Love,

Burana

What's Going On? Where Did My Friendly Blog Go?

Dear Snyegi,



To my dismay I have found out that you are no loger accepting font colors, nor can I use that very friendly entry-formatting was that looked like Word. If I may say so, it's really annoying to go html-ing every post insteand of seeking as I write how will it look like on the post. This is a kind of "surprise" I do not appreciate. I make questions and try to bring ANYONE's attention to the fact that something is not going on okay here, but how can I do so?



Buranaberry

A MATTER OF GUNS


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Dear Lee Jordan,




When you have a kid, you NORMALLY will try to do what's best for him or her. I say "normally" because I have come across one too many stupid parents who either don't care and think that the child will just pick up whatever education from the thin air and SO, at some miraculous point know the difference between good and bad, right and wrong, or stupid parents that have either never grown up or are plain antisocials, and think that, well, they can create some society of their liking and their kid can live in there. Or well, the peopl who teach their kids not to adapt to the world, to the environment, but to force others to adapt to them. So, aside from these kind of mentality and behavior, parents would normally want their kids to be the best people they can be, be the happiest people in the world. For a while now, most parents, in order to raise positive, happy children, able to interact in a positive and constructive way with the world, have taken away violent games and violence promoting toys. The thoughts and activities reinforced in the children are Peace, Team Work, Love and Respect. Most Daycare and kindergardens I know do not keep such toys as toy-guns or even little soldiers, nor they egg kids to play such games. As a matter of fact, teachers are instructed to stop such activities if the kids initiate them.

I understand and fully support this policy. There's too much bloodshed, too much senseless violence, too much death, too much anger in the world to raise our kids to continue it. I am concerned, however, at the way the United States of America reacts at gun-bans and add the posession of guns as a right for every citizen. HOw can you teach your kids to respect life, respect other people's integrity, love peace and seek the peaceful solutions when you keep a gun at home? Of course I understand thatit's kept there for "defense", "security" purposes, but is it so? Sure many people can argue that guns have saved their lives, but how many have been lost? A gun means that the way you will seek to save your life is by taking another one. This shall not be.

Governments are elected to keep their people save, to give them security, to assure them that no one will harm them. What's then the purpose of the Government and the Law if each citizen has to make the Law by themselves? What security, when a burglar could be tempted to break into every single home in a department building to walk away with an arsenal?

Guns should be banned, security should be reinforced by the Goverment, through effective Laws and the effective, swift application of them. Parents should think of their children, of the future they want for them, either a happy one or a convulsed, paranoic one, before they vote and when it's time to demand politicians to think of them before thinking of their personal pet projects. Health, Education, Social Security, Peace, Opportunities. These should be the things we should all wish for our kids and these should be the things we should seek to secure. Guns kill health by injuring people, because you buy them to ultimately injure someone, whether you admit it or not. Guns go against education because it teaches you one way of life: kill or be killed, while without guns you can broaden your chances and think of many other things. Add to it, guns take you directly and indirectly, to wars and wars destroy schools, kill teachers and students. Or plain and simply, play to the hand of a maniac who takes them to school and squeeze a few rounds into innocent teachers and students. Guns kill Social Security by taking the funds to try and keep violence tamed, or by eating up all the budget on injured people or people in jails, and jails themselves. Guns kill peace by logical consequences. Guns kill opportunities by killing the people who could reach them, by putting in prison the shooter, by marking them, by allowing mobs and gangs to flourish and become stronger.

Guns do nothing for people. They should all be banned. They are but a sign of hopeless, ingorant, afraid weakness ready to explote into a mess, and when it does, who are the biggest victims?



Guns are not the solution. I beg you all to think about it.


Love to All,



Locky The Bunny

Dear Snyegi,



Truth to be told, I was quite sure I didn't have to go thought all the trouble of html the entries, but then again, I write to you so often, I have to check the address from my PDA to find you. I know, this is not what you would like to hear, but what can I tell you? This is how it goes. I do have been thinking about moving out permanently from these LiveJournal things, way too many asses gathered around doing jack, plus it would be a nice way to end once and for all with certain liaisons as well as putting a definitive period to the fanficking époque. What was should not be anymore. Oh dear, we all need to grow out of certain things. Wouldn't you agree?

Now, you must be wondering what brought me here, right? Well, I am not uploading my entire livejournal into you (yet)... fuck, it would take me a lifetime to do so, truth to be told, so what else? Well, I received a mail from certain "Clayton" addressing me as Buranaberry, and telling me that he's teh CEO of this and that company which has decided that my blog (this being you) should be added to "I-dunno-what" site because... well, who knows, so do I wanna? Huh?? Say what? Didn't understood, aside from the fact that they might be seeking for people to add to a base, so they can sell advertizing space. It happens. The site itself is like a map of sorts. They found out that my IP belongs to Costa Rica and I guess the "chose me as representative" (just like they chose every single other blog available and put the same, you mind), so I could join their... well, that. I wonder if it was part of some crap, some blog contest to which my friend Shimmy lured me because he wanted to win the PS3. Oh yes, do not mention it.



I'm missing the croissants, but I have my coffee with me now everyday. It changes entirely my life! There's something about coffee, a mug of freshly brewed good Costa Rican coffee (the best in the world, you mind?), black. The best way of drinking it. It takes time getting used to it, but once you tame your tongue to the strong flavor of black coffee, you can't think of it any other way. Taint it with creme or sugar? Milk or sweetener? What a blasphemous thought! If you could, you would take the water out of it, so it is the pure coffee what you want to enjoy! I used to have coffee and croissants for breakfast a while ago, but then I had a baker in my way home where I could buy the croissants. Now I have not such a luck. As for baking them myself... I have never done croissants myself. How should I start? I know, Pitsbury, but really... I checked on the FoodNetwork for the recepy, and it's lengthy to say the least. That dough rests more than a public employee on duty!

Oh dear, my mug is already empty. End of the breakfast haze. Time for a tea? ^_^

It's already 10:23 and I have not gone through the news yet. It's calm in here when the bosses are not around, specially when there'sno job to be done, though there's job to be done, but no one seems to know about it, so as you wait for the information others must provide, you nurse your lovely coffee and think: Life is Good.




Buranaberry

It's OKAY to Beat Up for the Info

Dear Lee Jordan,




Mukasey Bid Survives Division on Senate Panel

By Dan Eggen and Paul Kane
Washington Post Staff Writer and washingtonpost.com Staff Writer
Wednesday, November 7, 2007; Page A03

Washington Post.com

«The committee's 11 to 8 vote in favor of Mukasey was accompanied by an impassioned exchange of views between his supporters and opponents, who divided principally over of his refusal to say whether an aggressive interrogation tactic that mimics drowning amounts to illegal torture under U.S. law.»

Take a guess about what upsets me. Come on! Ain't that hard! Just take a guess. ^_^

«Mukasey angered lawmakers in both parties by repeatedly declining to answer questions about the interrogation technique known as waterboarding, saying he found the technique "repugnant" but could not determine its legality without access to classified information.»

Yes, I could go on quoting the entire article but I won't. It's outrageous how, after such a tiring, terrible fight to remove former AG Alberto Gonzales from the office, now they are letting in another, evidently "bushy" to keep patronizing such shameful politics. An Attorney General, as chief representant of a country's Law SHOULD be the first to stick to it. Should be the first to apply the Law as it is written, by the letter, and defend it, defend the rights as well as the duties assigned to all countrymen in the many laws, the Constitution and also in the signed International Agreements. Not externing an opinion on whether "pretend drowning" is illegal or not, is pretty much the signing of a weak will, but above all, a sold will, an agreement with such a practice. I do not know the American Constitution, for I am not American, but I doubt the Law allows people to be tortured, either during an interrogation or for any means. We all know that information or confessions gotten through torture are forbidden. Well, perhaps they are being tortured to get war information? After the Second World War, many countries signed the Geneva Conventions and other protocols about Human Rights and Humanitarian Laws. Countries have been banned for not sticking to them. Haven't we heard about military interventions into countries, or trade-banning because of their inhuman conditions and laws? Isn't Cuba subject to trade embargo still? And how many more? What about the "Tier" countries? What about the countries where there is a sizeable amoount of slave labour force? What about countries where the human rights are but a myth? And in the face of all this, how could a country like the US, which has always presented itself as the epithome of Freedom preech when its Attorney General is not quite sure if certain types of "repugnant" torture are or are not against the law?

And perhaps closer to home, how could an Attorney General pass judgment over a man who beats his wife, or a parent to beats and tortures its children when he condones the very Government's torture for war or other reasons?

The very Government, in the end, are the role model of the society, and whatever vice they commit, they show the population, that it is an acceptable behavior. How can then a mother be stopped from near drowning the child that doesn't want to wash dishes, when the Government has decided that well, maybe it's not against the Law. Repulsive yes, ilegal, no. And then, well, how about beating someone with a phonebook? It's a kind of torture, but if it's okay to do it in Guantanamo, why not against your wife? The bitch surely deserves it, right? then, let's take it a little further, shall we? I hate this motherfucker "Six" from the office. Well, since he's into guns and talks all day long on the phone, scoring for himself all kinds of militar weapons, shotguns, these anti bullet vests, army issue ammo and stuff... well, since he does look like the Arabs one see around, I pick up my phone, call in the Home Security and tell on him. I say he's a terrorist and so I have the Government beating the shit out of him, professionally. But, you know, its okay, because it's not ilegal, and... he could be a terrorist.

Think.

When it's gonna stop?


Love to All,

Locky The Bunny