Tuesday, September 14, 2004

9/11

The third anniversary of 9/11 has passed by over the weekend.

I'm disappointed that Larry forgot who the person was next to him when it happened -- Larry, it was me!! I was the one who told you that it was not an accident when you said that it might be an accident. I told you that it was clear sky on that morning. Crashed in the Hudson River might be classified as an accident but the towers? Impossible.

It was surreal experience to be in the District when we saw the tube broadcasting the whole she-bang drama. My pager has been ringing all day long, frantically trying to make sure everyone else is OK and someone to talk because one is shocked.

But was I ever shocked? No. Surprised? Yes. It was inevitable, like it or not. Timing was bit off, but clever of al-Qaeda to do that.

I got pissed off at that stupid deaf latino guy from Los Angeles who cheered that California is better than New York during the tragedy. I shouted and signed vehemently that there are people dead right now as you are using your time to mock each other?! He lost my respect ... permanently.

Then someone alerted me that the Pentagon was being attacked. That the State Department was bombed. That the airplanes are still flying towards us. Someone even mentioned the possibility of crashing at ... *gasp!* Tower Clock at Gallaudet University. Emergency! Call 911!

Insanity and absurdity existed during the national crisis. One needs to look at ourselves, sometimes. Propelling the flags all across the nation scared me silly. It tasted of nationalism, which is not good thing to embrace. Nationalism destroyed nations.

It was a somber experience that none of us will forget. But again, there are events in our lives that we will never forget. When the USS Challenger exploded, I told Mr. Frick, my Algebra teacher in high school, that the explosion itself was beautiful. He said, "You are morbid, Ricky."

When the towers collapsed and the smoke engulfed and covered the lower Manhattan, it was surreal and yet, so beautiful and tragic. I turned to look at Rico and Berna, "This is something you will never see again in your lifetime." Both nodded and looked back at the television screen.

Thanks a lot, George W. Bush. Thanks for making it happen.

R-

Insignificant But A Milestone, Regardless

As you may noticed -- on my blogsite, there is a line that says "The world's one and only blog reserved for the legendary Gay Deaf Militant Terrorist" -- I am simply correcting this manner. It must be stated like this: Deaf Gay Militant Terrorist.

Why? Because I am Deaf first, Gay second. Always had been, always have been and always will be. For some hearing persons, it may sound strange. Well, to a hearing gay man, I am Deaf first. They look at me, not as Gay but as Deaf person first. Instead of being negative with my identity, I embrace it and turn it into positive for my sanity. Or I'd go insane and steal the machine gun from some postal worker and turn it on someone else! In that process, I might find myself on the national news.

Since Chamique Holdsclaw decided not to play for the Mystics for the rest of the season -- the Mystics woke up and won the last 3 games and is within a game of 1st place in the East. What does that says about you, Holdsclaw? Go back to Astoria and live in the projects, that is what it says about yourself.

About ad hominem attacks, it is all ridiculous. Jeff, you are no better, either. With your venomous attacks on everything that goes against your beliefs simply reflected your insecurities.

I already saw a group of Jews who are against Israel, but does that makes them less than being a Jew? No. Not necessary. It simply reflects the diversity within its spectrum of Judaism. The concept applies to every religion, including Muslims. Yes, there are Muslims who objected to the treatments. There are bad Muslims, there are good Muslims.

Recently, I went to the GLBT Center. There was a room reserved for Bible Study -- for gays and lesbians. See? They did not cease to be X-ians if they profess to believe in Jesus Christ. Religions are similar to the evolution. It changes over the time. All religions tend to be rigid at the beginning stage (which Islam is as of now), but over the years, it softened itself. Evolved itself to improve the relationships.

It won't happen in our lifetime, but in next few generations. It is something that not many people like Jeff or Amy wanted to accept and be quiet -- they just wanted an immediate change to their society. That will never happen.

Last night, I watched the documentary show on PBS about Miss America Pageant. In 1957, one commentator asked a contestant, "If a qualified woman wants to run for the President of the United States, who will you vote for?"

Her response was appalling but it also reflected her thoughts based on the society in 1950s. "I will vote for a qualified man because women are unstable and emotional persons and they need to stay home and take care of children."

This was not a Muslim. This was a white trash girl. So much for ad hominem attacks, though. Sorry but no cigar, Jeff.

R-

Sunday, September 12, 2004

Queen of Mean

Shoot with the last entry. I attempted to type up an entry on my friend's sidekick. I only managed to confuse myself in the process and I gave up -- I was going to sign out but I inadvertently ... published the funny comments.

Looks like I was on something, eh?

Anyway, last Friday, I had the opportunity to visit the famed Helen Keller National Center in Long Island. It is a training center for deaf-blind people in different areas. I was impressed with the center and the location. The location was simply gorgeous -- it is located in one of wealthiest neighborhoods. I was amazed.

But why am I talking about Queen of Mean? Who is she? It is none other than Leona Helmsley. Most NYCers knew her as the owner of Helmsley Hotel. She is a millionaire, or maybe a billionaire. Many people despised her for her snappy comments. She found herself on the national scene about a decade ago when she was charged for tax evasion and jailed for a year, I believe. She uttered a famous line, "Only little people pay taxes."

And the most recent one brought her back on the spotlight after a gay man sued her for harassment. She drove him out of his job after having a great evaluation then found out that he's gay and pushed him out of managing the hotel. He won the case.

Anyway, back to the HKNC, I was surprised to see a wing of the building that was recently added thanks to the contribution of $1 million by ... the Queen of Mean. Probably a tax write-off. She donated $1 million to the agency and they named the wing of the building, "Harry and Leona Helmsley Conference Center".

I cannot describe how I felt about it. I grinned and grinned all day long. She donated money to an organization that helps people who cannot hear nor see what kind of Leona Helmsley is! Oh, gawd.

That was funny thought.

Thought you guys would like to know about this.

Later,

R-

Thursday, September 09, 2004

It Says Something About Pensacola, Really

I guess, having hurricanes hitting the state repeatedly to a point where something like this happened. I guess the hurricanes took their minds away. Check the fabulous article about self-defense. It says a lot about people who came from the town of Pensacola.

R-

Eat Your Heart Out

My thanks to McFly for this information -- here is a piece of your conservative shit!

R-


Day in the Life of Joe Middle-Class Republican
by John Gray

Joe gets up at 6:00am to prepare his morning coffee. He fills his pot full of good clean drinking water because some liberal fought for minimum water quality standards. He takes his daily medication with his first swallow of coffee. His medications are safe to take because some liberal fought to insure their safety and work as advertised.

All but $10.00 of his medications are paid for by his employers medical plan because some liberal union workers fought their employers for paid medical insurance, now Joe gets it too. He prepares his morning breakfast, bacon and eggs this day. Joe’s bacon is safe to eat because some liberal fought for laws to regulate the meat packing industry.

Joe takes his morning shower reaching for his shampoo; His bottle is properly labeled with every ingredient and the amount of its contents because some liberal fought for his right to know what he was putting on his body and how much it contained. Joe dresses, walks outside and takes a deep breath. The air he breathes is clean because some tree hugging liberal fought for laws to stop industries from polluting our air. He walks to the subway station for his government subsidized ride to work; it saves him considerable money in parking and transportation fees. You see, some liberal fought for affordable public transportation, which gives everyone the opportunity to be a contributor.

Joe begins his work day; he has a good job with excellent pay, medicals benefits, retirement, paid holidays and vacation because some liberal union members fought and died for these working standards. Joe’s employer pays these standards because Joe’s employer doesn’t want his employees to call the union. If Joe is hurt on the job or becomes unemployed he’ll get a worker compensation or unemployment check because some liberal didn’t think he should lose his home because of his temporary misfortune.

It's noon time, Joe needs to make a Bank Deposit so he can pay some bills. Joe’s deposit is federally insured by the FSLIC because some liberal wanted to protect Joe’s money from unscrupulous bankers who ruined the banking system before the depression.

Joe has to pay his Fannie Mae underwritten Mortgage and his below market federal student loan because some stupid liberal decided that Joe and the government would be better off if he was educated and earned more money over his life-time.

Joe is home from work, he plans to visit his father this evening at his farm home in the country. He gets in his car for the drive to dads; his car is among the safest in the world because some liberal fought for car safety standards. He arrives at his boyhood home. He was the third generation to live in the house financed by Farmers Home Administration because bankers didn’t want to make rural loans. The house didn’t have electric until some big government liberal stuck his nose where it didn’t belong and demanded rural electrification. (Those rural Republican’s would still be sitting in the dark)

He is happy to see his dad who is now retired. His dad lives on Social Security and his union pension because some liberal made sure he could take care of himself so Joe wouldn’t have to. After his visit with dad he gets back in his car for the ride home.

He turns on a radio talk show, the host’s keeps saying that liberals are bad and conservatives are good. (He doesn’t tell Joe that his beloved Republicans have fought against every protection and benefit Joe enjoys throughout his day) Joe agrees, “We don’t need those big government liberals ruining our lives; after all, I’m a self made man who believes everyone should take care of themselves, just like I have”.

Good Riddance ... I think

Saw this somewhere before. I was glad to get rid of this. Chlms' father tends to call me this name each time we saw each other. One time, I was in the midst of a conversation with Chlms and her mother and suddenly, I was poked by Chlms' father. I'm like, "Do this again, you'll find yourself buried somewhere in the barren forest."

R-

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Please join us in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community - The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Buttersworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch.

The gravesite was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers.

He was not considered a very `smart` cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still, as a crusty old man, was considered a roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough; two children, John Dough and Jane Dough; plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly dad, Pop Tart.