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-"Until the philosophy that holds one race superior, and another inferior, is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned, Every where is war...me say war!"
~Bob Marley

-September 16, 2001

-Time to scream.

-Tonight:
Mother's Finest.

-September 14, 2001

this just about sums it up

-This, from a Canadian newspaper, is worth sharing.

America: The Good Neighbor.

If you are an American this is a remarkable editorial broadcast coming out of Toronto by Gordon Sinclair, a Canadian television commentator. What follows is the full text of his trenchant remarks as printed in the Congressional Record:

"This Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the Americans as the most generous and possibly the least appreciated people on all the earth.

Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy were lifted out of the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions of dollars and forgave other billions in debts. None of these countries is today paying even the interest on its remaining debts to the
United States.

When France was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who propped it up, and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of Paris. I was there. I saw it.

When earthquakes hit distant cities, it is the United States that hurries in to help. This spring, 59 American communities were flattened by tornadoes. Nobody helped.

The Marshall Plan and the Truman Policy pumped billions of dollars! into discouraged countries. Now newspapers in those countries are writing about the decadent, warmongering Americans.

I'd like to see just one of those countries that is gloating over the erosion of the United States dollar build its own airplane. Does any other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo Jet, the Lockheed Tri-Star, or the Douglas DC10? If so, why don't they fly them? Why do all the International lines except Russia fly American Planes?

Why does no other land on earth even consider putting a man or woman on the moon? You talk about Japanese technocracy, and you get radios. You talk about German technocracy, and you get automobiles.

You talk about American technocracy, and you find men on the moon -! not once, but several times - and safely home again.

You talk about scandals, and the Americans put theirs right in the store window for everybody to look at. Even their draft-dodgers are not pursued and hounded. They are here on our streets, and most of them, unless they are breaking Canadian laws, are getting American dollars from ma and pa at home to spend here.

When the railways of France, Germany and India were breaking down through age, it was the Americans who rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania Railroad and the New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an old caboose. Both are still broke.

I can name you 5000 times when the Americans raced to the help of other people in trouble. Can you name me even one time when someone else raced to the Americans in trouble? I don't think there was outside help even during the San Francisco earthquake.

Our neighbors have faced it alone, and I'm one Canadian who is damned tired of hearing them get kicked around. They will come out of this thing with their flag high. And when they do, they are entitled to thumb their nose at the lands that are gloating over their present troubles. I hope Canada is not one of those."

Stand proud, America!

-September 13, 2001

-"An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind."

Mahatma Ghandi (1869-1948).

-September 11, 2001

-Today has been both the loudest and most quiet day I have ever known in my lifetime.

-I think we are better off without all the constant psyche beating up of the media when things like this happen. But....for me
this is really the pure stuff.

-September 9, 2001

-Sometimes when a person really wants something bad it won't happen cause its not supposed to happen. I'm not sure whats worse ... feeling bad inside cause you want it too much or feeling bad inside cause you are afraid you might end up getting it.

-I was feeling all happy and domestic in my new little pad today ... making coffee in a shiny coffeepot just so it would smell good. I love that smell. Then I made a bad mistake and decided to watch "Natural Born Killers" which I've had on dvd for a long time but was always afraid to watch. I got brave today and well it affected me greatly and harshly. And the ironic thing is one of the sub-plots in the movie is about how outside made up things can affect a person's psyche. I should have watched
"Bull Durham".

-Tarantino is a perverted genius.

-When a movie can make me cry because I'm thinking something in it reminds me of myself then I guess thats the whole fucking point huh?

-But this got to me the most of all:

Old Indian: Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood. She came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow. She took the snake home and nursed it back to health. One day the snake bit her on the cheek. As she lay dying, she asked the snake, "Why have you done this to me?"
And the snake answered,
"Look, bitch, you knew I was a snake."

-I'm not tough enough.

-September 5, 2001

i want it

-"When you get up in the morning, before you shower, before you shave, before that first cigarette, look in the mirror. That is what you are. If you can live with that what else matters? and if you can't, well, change or kill yourself." -petro

-Pick one for you too.

-Miss Chicky becomes
"Ballbuster Pimp Mastah Chicky"
once she pornolizes.

-September 3, 2001

-Little peek.

-And to the guys who carried that huge leather sofa up four flights of stairs because it wouldn't fit on the elevator ... I love you.

-August 2001

-bad ass chick vote

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