Republicans' time is done. I hope the delegates' time were tarnished in NYC. Mayor Bloomberg said that the protesters were trying to destroy New York by heckling the delegates. Actually, Mayor Bloomberg is dumbass. He always spew comments, then people tried to object and he shuts them out. What can the protesters do? Find a way to get the message across, through anything else.
Look at French Revolution, the masses staged an effective revolution by forcing their demands onto rich people and chopped their heads off. So rich folks, be careful with how you deal with the masses, we are so poor, so violent people. Boo!
Sometimes I'm tired of dealing with politics. Bloomberg administration is corrupted. Bush administration is corrupted. Many companies are corrupted. Everywhere I turn, there is a corruption. It is interesting to mention that many people who worked in these corrupted organizations tend to be religious. Go figure.
Last night, I was supposed to meet a "deaf, gay guy" from somewhere in the Midwest, I think. He is in town for US Open and wanted to meet at a certain bar. I arrived about 20 minutes late because of heavy traffic between 24 Street to 43 Street. Damn ... and I never found him. Instead, I stumbled on in some old friends ... chatted a little before they left. Hung out and analyzed people. It is interesting.
Benis is arriving tonight around 10 PM. It is Friday night! Partee? Nah. Bedtime for me. I'm gonna watch the tube and munch some meats, snacks and all that stuff and fall asleep -- let the cat rob me of my food. Maybe.
I'm talking nonsense.
That means what? I'm fucking tired.
I hate the extremists. I hate the Chechen militants. Shooting children is not the way to fight for independence. I hate the Al-Qaeda. I hate Bush.
Ow. Ow. My head hurts. Must go.
Later,
R-
Friday, September 03, 2004
Thursday, September 02, 2004
True Words Were Never Spoken
I had a lunch at a Thai restaurant. I decided to make use of a fortune cookie. The note comes out, of course.
It reads:
It reads:
Your family is one of nature's masterpieces.
R-
Florida, Frances Is Coming! Look Busy!
Hurricane Frances is looming towards Florida, bringing 145 MPH winds to batter Jeb Bush's state and to devastate its Republican economy. Way to go, Frances.
This is a double whammy for Florida as they are trying to recover from Hurricane Charley who bashed the western and central parts of Florida. This time, it is the eastern part.
Or better yet, let's castrate the United States' penis so that we can get rid of the republican state in order to guarantee a victory for Kerry in November.
Har har.
R-
This is a double whammy for Florida as they are trying to recover from Hurricane Charley who bashed the western and central parts of Florida. This time, it is the eastern part.
Or better yet, let's castrate the United States' penis so that we can get rid of the republican state in order to guarantee a victory for Kerry in November.
Har har.
R-
Pneumothorax!
Back in the Fall '91, I was introduced to the legendary dance club in Washington, DC that already folded, demolished and a new building took over the place -- Tracks!
Many people has many memories of that place -- wild times! Often, you can find Tobes being drunk on the dancing floor. Or roll. Or wired. Or whatever.
When I ... ahem ... was in the "altered state", I strolled down and stood in front of the boom boxes and feel the bass attacking my body. I swear I could not breathe. I gasped because it was vibrating way too much.
Now with the medical report coming out ... I wonder if a deaf person had a case of this happenstance?
Only time will tell.
R-
Many people has many memories of that place -- wild times! Often, you can find Tobes being drunk on the dancing floor. Or roll. Or wired. Or whatever.
When I ... ahem ... was in the "altered state", I strolled down and stood in front of the boom boxes and feel the bass attacking my body. I swear I could not breathe. I gasped because it was vibrating way too much.
Now with the medical report coming out ... I wonder if a deaf person had a case of this happenstance?
Only time will tell.
R-
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Fire & Flood
The world is coming to an end, so says the Christians for the last 1,500 years. They were wrong, always had been wrong and always will be wrong.
On other hand, Tropical Storm Gaston battered South Carolina, North Carolina and Virginia before returning to the open sea, heading northeast into obscurity, missing Cape Cod.
Why am I talking about it? I love these crap.
And Tropical Storm Gaston dumped 11-inch of rain in a day, created a massive flood that devastated the historic Shockoe Bottom in downtown Richmond (Shockoe Bottom is like Georgetown/DuPont Circle). I was concerned about my parents because a tornado was reported to be located near Hopewell, my parents' hometown. I paged her and Dad to make sure that everything is OK.
Few months ago, there was a huge fire that consumed several blocks of downtown Richmond in Virginia Commonwealth University neighborhood. Now this flood. The signs are there! The world is coming to an end! Bush is the anti-christ! Whatever.
Anyway, Mom paged me back that everything is fine, except that she is in the hospital to visit my uncle Billy.
It reads: HELLO RICKY, WE VISTED BILLY AT HOSPITAL TODAY. HE IS DOING OK AS HE WILL HAVE SURGERY TOMORROW AT 11:45 AM TO REPAIR HIS MALE ORGAN. WILL VISIT HIM ON THURSDAY OR FRIDAY.
I asked, "Why repair his male organ? Did he cuts his penis off?"
HELLO RICKY, BILLY IS FINE. NOT PROSTATE NOT CANCER!! JUST PROBLEM WITH URINE HAVE LEAK NEED FIX DOC SAID SO. NEED REPAIR PENIS.
I asked, "Oh, ask Billy for the specific term that I can know why he is having a surgery, please?
HELLO RICKY, NO DONT NEED BOTHER BILLY. U THINK SMART FINISH!! HOME FINE, NO FLOOD. TORNADO HITS APPOMATTOX PARK, NOT OUR HOUSE!
I give up. That is my mother.
R-
On other hand, Tropical Storm Gaston battered South Carolina, North Carolina and Virginia before returning to the open sea, heading northeast into obscurity, missing Cape Cod.
Why am I talking about it? I love these crap.
And Tropical Storm Gaston dumped 11-inch of rain in a day, created a massive flood that devastated the historic Shockoe Bottom in downtown Richmond (Shockoe Bottom is like Georgetown/DuPont Circle). I was concerned about my parents because a tornado was reported to be located near Hopewell, my parents' hometown. I paged her and Dad to make sure that everything is OK.
Few months ago, there was a huge fire that consumed several blocks of downtown Richmond in Virginia Commonwealth University neighborhood. Now this flood. The signs are there! The world is coming to an end! Bush is the anti-christ! Whatever.
Anyway, Mom paged me back that everything is fine, except that she is in the hospital to visit my uncle Billy.
It reads: HELLO RICKY, WE VISTED BILLY AT HOSPITAL TODAY. HE IS DOING OK AS HE WILL HAVE SURGERY TOMORROW AT 11:45 AM TO REPAIR HIS MALE ORGAN. WILL VISIT HIM ON THURSDAY OR FRIDAY.
I asked, "Why repair his male organ? Did he cuts his penis off?"
HELLO RICKY, BILLY IS FINE. NOT PROSTATE NOT CANCER!! JUST PROBLEM WITH URINE HAVE LEAK NEED FIX DOC SAID SO. NEED REPAIR PENIS.
I asked, "Oh, ask Billy for the specific term that I can know why he is having a surgery, please?
HELLO RICKY, NO DONT NEED BOTHER BILLY. U THINK SMART FINISH!! HOME FINE, NO FLOOD. TORNADO HITS APPOMATTOX PARK, NOT OUR HOUSE!
I give up. That is my mother.
R-
Who Would Jesus Bomb?
Last night, 1,000 were arrested in Manhattan at different locations, mostly berating and attacking these Republican delegates. Lots of the delegates were punched, shoved, spat, pushed and insulted.
Was it nice? No. Did they deserve? Yes.
Why? Because for a long time, we listen to their opinions on how to live our lives, that we are wrong, that they are right. That they knew the best than us. When it is our turn to say something else, they turned their backs on us. They refused to listen nor reason.
That is where the confrontation has to come in -- it is a must.
One delegate said something about Jesus not condoning this -- one protester shot back, "Who would Jesus bomb?"
I'd like for these so-called compassionate Republicans to answer this.
Stephen Baldwin is now a "compassionate conservative Republican" because he said he is now a born-again Christian. Oh, gawd. People who called themselves born-again Christians are merely the core extremists of Christianity. They are the exact carbons of Osama bin Laden and his minions who are the extremists of Islam.
The elder Baldwin dismissed Stephen, saying that the religious right will use him until they're done with him -- and they will toss Stephen in the garbage can. That is true.
Born-again Christians, that name made me snicker and roll my eyes. Memories, memories. I was 15. My brother was 13. We were at a county fair. We were waiting for funnel cakes, I believe. Gary and I was chatting in public -- we are not ashamed to hide our language.
One woman came to me with a note. It reads:
I am born-again Christian, I can heal your deafness. Please pray with me right now.
I read it, was offended. Slowly raised my eyes to the bitch. I gave her the evil stare. I showed it to Gary who snickered at the note. I wrote back, "No need to. We are happy being Deaf, you're delusional. Go away."
She insisted that we listen. The guy who sold the funnel cakes signaled that the funnel cakes are ready. I told Gary about it -- we went ahead to pick it up, suddenly -- the lady grabbed Gary's shoulders and used her palm to grab Gary's forehead and attempted to chant or whatever she did -- I grabbed her wrist and pulled her off. I'm not good with using my voice. So when I yelled, it might sound some kind of wild animal shrieking.
She was terrified.
I'm sure she thought I was Satan on that day.
Born-again Christians are funny and lame.
So are the Republicans.
R-
Was it nice? No. Did they deserve? Yes.
Why? Because for a long time, we listen to their opinions on how to live our lives, that we are wrong, that they are right. That they knew the best than us. When it is our turn to say something else, they turned their backs on us. They refused to listen nor reason.
That is where the confrontation has to come in -- it is a must.
One delegate said something about Jesus not condoning this -- one protester shot back, "Who would Jesus bomb?"
I'd like for these so-called compassionate Republicans to answer this.
Stephen Baldwin is now a "compassionate conservative Republican" because he said he is now a born-again Christian. Oh, gawd. People who called themselves born-again Christians are merely the core extremists of Christianity. They are the exact carbons of Osama bin Laden and his minions who are the extremists of Islam.
The elder Baldwin dismissed Stephen, saying that the religious right will use him until they're done with him -- and they will toss Stephen in the garbage can. That is true.
Born-again Christians, that name made me snicker and roll my eyes. Memories, memories. I was 15. My brother was 13. We were at a county fair. We were waiting for funnel cakes, I believe. Gary and I was chatting in public -- we are not ashamed to hide our language.
One woman came to me with a note. It reads:
I am born-again Christian, I can heal your deafness. Please pray with me right now.
I read it, was offended. Slowly raised my eyes to the bitch. I gave her the evil stare. I showed it to Gary who snickered at the note. I wrote back, "No need to. We are happy being Deaf, you're delusional. Go away."
She insisted that we listen. The guy who sold the funnel cakes signaled that the funnel cakes are ready. I told Gary about it -- we went ahead to pick it up, suddenly -- the lady grabbed Gary's shoulders and used her palm to grab Gary's forehead and attempted to chant or whatever she did -- I grabbed her wrist and pulled her off. I'm not good with using my voice. So when I yelled, it might sound some kind of wild animal shrieking.
She was terrified.
I'm sure she thought I was Satan on that day.
Born-again Christians are funny and lame.
So are the Republicans.
R-
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
And her name is Ophelia
When I was 13 years old, my grandmother pulled me in the kitchen and ordered my mother out of the kitchen. She asked me to look in the dictionary and explain what a malignant tumor means.
I was good with understanding the definitions more than the family members could. So I guess my grandmother relied on me for a clear definition. I read the term and was not happy with the definition. I explained to my grandmother that malignant indicated her tumor will spread.
She stared at me and sighed, "Go and get your mother, please."
From that point, a lot of drama ensued in the next 9 months. She died in late September, 1987. My grandfather was consummated with grief to a point where he got a stroke. Ugh. Like I said, it was such a drama.
Mom was simply hysterical because she was what I'd say, "Mama's Girl". Shortly, Mom said that we needed to head to Winston-Salem, NC to share the news with Ophelia.
I asked her who she is. Her response was, "Oh, Ophelia used to be my mom's maid. She is deaf black woman, who was inseparable with your grandmother. She lives in a nursing home, is now blind as well."
Later, I found out the information that back then, my grandmother was so bad at cleaning and cooking. She decided to bring Ophelia as a maid to do the chores. Things evolve over the time, they became close friends. Ophelia taught my grandmother of southern fried food (bad, bad, bad and bad) which I absolutely loved, even today. Things that you might see in my family's antics probably stemmed from Ophelia. This is odd because at that time, they lived in Raleigh -- a southern city which advocated the segregation. But deafness was the reason they sticked it out together.
Ophelia married but never had children. Mom drove to Winston-Salem, NC and visited Ophelia in a nursing home. Told her the news that my grandmother died. She was heartbroken. She kept on signing, "No, not Virginia! Not her!"
Suffice to say, Ophelia died about a week later as well.
Things like this made our lives mysterious and interesting.
Uncle Sandy and Ophelia
R-
I was good with understanding the definitions more than the family members could. So I guess my grandmother relied on me for a clear definition. I read the term and was not happy with the definition. I explained to my grandmother that malignant indicated her tumor will spread.
She stared at me and sighed, "Go and get your mother, please."
From that point, a lot of drama ensued in the next 9 months. She died in late September, 1987. My grandfather was consummated with grief to a point where he got a stroke. Ugh. Like I said, it was such a drama.
Mom was simply hysterical because she was what I'd say, "Mama's Girl". Shortly, Mom said that we needed to head to Winston-Salem, NC to share the news with Ophelia.
I asked her who she is. Her response was, "Oh, Ophelia used to be my mom's maid. She is deaf black woman, who was inseparable with your grandmother. She lives in a nursing home, is now blind as well."
Later, I found out the information that back then, my grandmother was so bad at cleaning and cooking. She decided to bring Ophelia as a maid to do the chores. Things evolve over the time, they became close friends. Ophelia taught my grandmother of southern fried food (bad, bad, bad and bad) which I absolutely loved, even today. Things that you might see in my family's antics probably stemmed from Ophelia. This is odd because at that time, they lived in Raleigh -- a southern city which advocated the segregation. But deafness was the reason they sticked it out together.
Ophelia married but never had children. Mom drove to Winston-Salem, NC and visited Ophelia in a nursing home. Told her the news that my grandmother died. She was heartbroken. She kept on signing, "No, not Virginia! Not her!"
Suffice to say, Ophelia died about a week later as well.
Things like this made our lives mysterious and interesting.
R-
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