It is amazing to observe the tactics of Republicans. They kept on breaking the new lows.
Rep. David Dreier (R-Calif) has been outed. There is a rule within Congress that family members cannot be employed by their senators/representatives in the offices. This faggot lives with Brad Smith, who is his Chief of Staff. Brad Smith is also the highest paid chief in the government. Do I smell the stench of liberalism? Nope, conservatives are the stench. David Dreier called himself the conservative Republican.
In Arkansas, there is the mass distribution to the rural voters by the Republicans National Committee. They sent the postcards to warn or scare the rural voters that if one votes for Kerry, they will expect that the Holy Bible will be banned, and that the gay marriage will be allowed. Is this a new low by the Republicans National Committee? RNC Spokesman admitted that they circulated these lies. Where is the apology for this false information?
And this one just came out of BlogActive.com, gotta love Michael Rogers for doing his job. He just outed Jay Banning, who is the Chief Financial Officer and Director of Administration of the Republicans National Committee.
It is sickening that we have too many Roy Cohns in the Congress, and it was certainly no surprise to see many Republicans imitating Roy Cohns from day one. Denying people the rights but hide their pleasures and rights for themselves.
Fuck them.
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Friday, September 24, 2004
400th Entry: Petru's Pictures
Thanks to a friend who forwarded this to me. Perhaps, some of you folks will recognize his face in the past.
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Thursday, September 23, 2004
Tony's Challenge!
When I was a kid in VSD, there was a younger kid named Tony. He had some kind of fetish with fire alarms. He thrived on getting attention when he pulled the fire alarm and forced everyone else to come out of the building.
At one point, he did it every night around midnight. Especially on a dare by others (probably his roommate), he'd ran past the houseparent who frantically chased him down but to no avail and he'd jump and bang.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
The fire alarms blared. Many weary and tired boys ended up being moody and sleepy. Some cried for a moment of sleep. Some cursed Tony. Some laughed. Some in the state of daze after suffering the flashes in their eyes when the flashlights struck them in the darkness. Some walked out with the pajamas. Some walked out just with the white socks and white fruit of the looms underwear. Some came out of the building barefoot with a bright color underwear. When I was 8 or 9, it was not the time to check the erections or bigger dicks. Never thought about it.
For a week, pulling the fire alarms were a routine. Many houseparents became frustrated and decided to phone the local fire department who came to scold Tony. Apparently, one of the firefighters who did not want to deal with a deaf person about the hazards of pulling the false fire alarm. The firefighter told Tony that he already wired all the fire alarms, that if Tony attempts to pull it again, Price Hall will explode.
If that does not excite Tony, I do not know how anything will.
Tony walked into Harrison Hall, the cafeteria and announced that the firefighters claimed to wire the building with explosives if someone tried to pull the fire alarm ... "And I will pull it tonight because I hate this dorm!"
Many boys were in awe of Tony who seems to be bold and presents a formidable challenge to these wicked, evil houseparents who used their voices to bark around.
Several boys debated about the merits of packing up clothes. I thought it was ridiculous but my roommate, Jia, begged me to do the same because my comic books will be burned to nothing! I freaked out -- we all packed up and put it by the door, knowing that tonight is the inevitable.
Right across the boys' dormitory is Carter Hall, which housed the elementary girls. They also heard about this incredible story. They clamored to wait and tent out in two bedrooms overlooking our boys' dormitory.
The night came. Tony zoomed past and jumped.
EEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEE!
I panicked and ran out of the dormitory, forgetting my luggages and books. I turned to see Jia only in his flip-flops and white underwear, pushing his wooden chest out of the dormitory. I saw Roger running out of the dormitory with only underwear on his body with his 3 heavy luggages and tripped over the wooden chest which was pushed by Jia. I thought of my comic books and tried to run back inside. But I was denied the entry. Lots of boys ran around and pleaded to get clothes before it explodes. The fire trucks arrived. We all saw the girls staring at us from these bedrooms in Carter Hall -- they are enjoying the free views of young boys running in their underwears.
and yea, the building never blew up anyway.
The next morning at Harrison Hall, many boys were ridiculed by girls. And Tony was the ultimate King of Price Hall. For a week. Before he was booted out of school.
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At one point, he did it every night around midnight. Especially on a dare by others (probably his roommate), he'd ran past the houseparent who frantically chased him down but to no avail and he'd jump and bang.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
The fire alarms blared. Many weary and tired boys ended up being moody and sleepy. Some cried for a moment of sleep. Some cursed Tony. Some laughed. Some in the state of daze after suffering the flashes in their eyes when the flashlights struck them in the darkness. Some walked out with the pajamas. Some walked out just with the white socks and white fruit of the looms underwear. Some came out of the building barefoot with a bright color underwear. When I was 8 or 9, it was not the time to check the erections or bigger dicks. Never thought about it.
For a week, pulling the fire alarms were a routine. Many houseparents became frustrated and decided to phone the local fire department who came to scold Tony. Apparently, one of the firefighters who did not want to deal with a deaf person about the hazards of pulling the false fire alarm. The firefighter told Tony that he already wired all the fire alarms, that if Tony attempts to pull it again, Price Hall will explode.
If that does not excite Tony, I do not know how anything will.
Tony walked into Harrison Hall, the cafeteria and announced that the firefighters claimed to wire the building with explosives if someone tried to pull the fire alarm ... "And I will pull it tonight because I hate this dorm!"
Many boys were in awe of Tony who seems to be bold and presents a formidable challenge to these wicked, evil houseparents who used their voices to bark around.
Several boys debated about the merits of packing up clothes. I thought it was ridiculous but my roommate, Jia, begged me to do the same because my comic books will be burned to nothing! I freaked out -- we all packed up and put it by the door, knowing that tonight is the inevitable.
Right across the boys' dormitory is Carter Hall, which housed the elementary girls. They also heard about this incredible story. They clamored to wait and tent out in two bedrooms overlooking our boys' dormitory.
The night came. Tony zoomed past and jumped.
EEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEE!
I panicked and ran out of the dormitory, forgetting my luggages and books. I turned to see Jia only in his flip-flops and white underwear, pushing his wooden chest out of the dormitory. I saw Roger running out of the dormitory with only underwear on his body with his 3 heavy luggages and tripped over the wooden chest which was pushed by Jia. I thought of my comic books and tried to run back inside. But I was denied the entry. Lots of boys ran around and pleaded to get clothes before it explodes. The fire trucks arrived. We all saw the girls staring at us from these bedrooms in Carter Hall -- they are enjoying the free views of young boys running in their underwears.
and yea, the building never blew up anyway.
The next morning at Harrison Hall, many boys were ridiculed by girls. And Tony was the ultimate King of Price Hall. For a week. Before he was booted out of school.
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Quote of the Week
Today, after the meeting at workplace, I quickly went to a convenience store to get the snacks (No lunch or breakfast and my stomach was threatening to behead me for not living up to its promises). After dealing with a funny Egyptian guy who runs the convenience store -- I swear that this dude flapped his hands more than I do on a daily basis!
Anyway, upon returning to the office, something caught my eye outside of the building where some deaf people mingled. I stood and watched one elderly deaf person at the age of 88 which I found out much later that his name is Ben.
He signed very eloquently and very smooth with fingerspelling which is remarkable if you compare him with Rayni, really. ;-)
However, Ben confronted that nutty deaf woman who uses "Bush/Cheney" button, Ben said something that impressed me, considering the fact that he is 88.
"If you vote for Bush, you are asking for trouble! At 88, I already saw many presidents come and go, and Bush is the worst of all."
Bingo! This fella is just wise.
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Anyway, upon returning to the office, something caught my eye outside of the building where some deaf people mingled. I stood and watched one elderly deaf person at the age of 88 which I found out much later that his name is Ben.
He signed very eloquently and very smooth with fingerspelling which is remarkable if you compare him with Rayni, really. ;-)
However, Ben confronted that nutty deaf woman who uses "Bush/Cheney" button, Ben said something that impressed me, considering the fact that he is 88.
"If you vote for Bush, you are asking for trouble! At 88, I already saw many presidents come and go, and Bush is the worst of all."
Bingo! This fella is just wise.
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Wednesday, September 22, 2004
You Think It Is Fucking Okay?
I always feel that we should use the f-word as much as can be to devalue the shock itself to minimize the offensive term out of itself. Say it as much as you can, the less it became offensive. You get used to it.
Now with the report coming out of New Zealand via AIM news which I tried to link. It just won't cooperate so I am literally forced to copy and paste.
Surprise! Why the F-Word Is OK to Say
The f-word may be considered one of the English language's most offensive swearwords, but researchers from Victoria University in New Zealand report it may be okay to say it at work--under certain circumstances.
According to these daring researchers, saying the f-word within the confines of your own work team helps to build and reinforce team morale, reports New Zealand's Dominion Post. They came to this startling conclusion after analyzing the conversation patterns of a work team laboring in an unidentified soap factory.
The eye-popping findings:
The f-word was easily the most commonly used swearword.
When it was said within the context of this close-knit work team, it was not considered offensive.
Since the basic attitude in the group was one of friendliness where the workers genuinely liked and respected one another, they could use such oaths without being rude or insulting.
"Forms of f*** occur frequently in certain contexts and serve a range of functions, including the role of positive politeness strategy," wrote study leader and linguistics professor Janet Holmes in the international Journal of Pragmatics. "F*** is regularly associated with expressions of solidarity, including friendly terms of address."
And there's also good news for work whiners! The study found that complaining to a sympathetic colleague can help build solidarity among co-workers. The researchers defined whining as a "long or repeated expression of discontent not necessarily intended to change or improve the unsatisfactory situation." Complaining is an emotional release that can build rapport. "Teammates regularly have a moan to each other," Holmes wrote in the journal. "Whining to a sympathetic co-worker both reflects and constructs the close relationship between team members, thus consolidating the team's solidarity."
A word of caution: Swearwords, especially the f-word, must only be said in the appropriate context.
But the fact that it can be said at all at work and be acceptable is proof positive that our language is constantly evolving.
I think I will laugh manically like the little munchkins from an old movie called Gremlins.
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Now with the report coming out of New Zealand via AIM news which I tried to link. It just won't cooperate so I am literally forced to copy and paste.
Surprise! Why the F-Word Is OK to Say
The f-word may be considered one of the English language's most offensive swearwords, but researchers from Victoria University in New Zealand report it may be okay to say it at work--under certain circumstances.
According to these daring researchers, saying the f-word within the confines of your own work team helps to build and reinforce team morale, reports New Zealand's Dominion Post. They came to this startling conclusion after analyzing the conversation patterns of a work team laboring in an unidentified soap factory.
The eye-popping findings:
The f-word was easily the most commonly used swearword.
When it was said within the context of this close-knit work team, it was not considered offensive.
Since the basic attitude in the group was one of friendliness where the workers genuinely liked and respected one another, they could use such oaths without being rude or insulting.
"Forms of f*** occur frequently in certain contexts and serve a range of functions, including the role of positive politeness strategy," wrote study leader and linguistics professor Janet Holmes in the international Journal of Pragmatics. "F*** is regularly associated with expressions of solidarity, including friendly terms of address."
And there's also good news for work whiners! The study found that complaining to a sympathetic colleague can help build solidarity among co-workers. The researchers defined whining as a "long or repeated expression of discontent not necessarily intended to change or improve the unsatisfactory situation." Complaining is an emotional release that can build rapport. "Teammates regularly have a moan to each other," Holmes wrote in the journal. "Whining to a sympathetic co-worker both reflects and constructs the close relationship between team members, thus consolidating the team's solidarity."
A word of caution: Swearwords, especially the f-word, must only be said in the appropriate context.
But the fact that it can be said at all at work and be acceptable is proof positive that our language is constantly evolving.
I think I will laugh manically like the little munchkins from an old movie called Gremlins.
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Rosa, Jeanne and the Ewans?
It was reported that Rosa Parks, at the age of 91, has Dementia. She is such a legendary figure in our civil rights movement. If not for her, it'd be hard to demand the rights. Even for gays and people with disabilities. And even for Deaf people.
When she said "No, I am tired, my feet are hurting, I am not giving up this seat," -- little did she knows that she unwittingly ignited the inferno of our modern civil rights movement that shaped the way of Americans behave, think and live. Thanks for everything, Rosa Parks! You go girl!
On other hand, I just read the article on The Daily Progress of Charlottesville, it begets the question -- if Rosa Parks elects to walk 2 miles per day to prevent dementia, she wouldn't be on the bus ... therefore, she wouldn't be the one who started it all. Umm ... *ducking tomatoes*
I was cruising the website of National Hurricane Center. Jeanne is heading back to the United States, hopefully for Florida to wreck the folks who insisted that they can live without depending on the government (they are subscribing to the funds of Federal Emergency Management Agency, though). Har har.
I also learned that Hurricane Karl and Tropical Storm Lisa (come to think of this -- Karl and Lisa are [insert your comments] from the Ewans family in Maryland) are churning in the open sea. Karl is heading north towards Reykjavik, Iceland -- no luck for Florida.
As for Lisa, it is still a baby, perhaps heading to Florida -- come to think of this, Lisa is nuts as they come. Darlene seems to be the sane one of all. Love Darlene -- can't wait to see her in Boston sooner or later!
Cheers,
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When she said "No, I am tired, my feet are hurting, I am not giving up this seat," -- little did she knows that she unwittingly ignited the inferno of our modern civil rights movement that shaped the way of Americans behave, think and live. Thanks for everything, Rosa Parks! You go girl!
On other hand, I just read the article on The Daily Progress of Charlottesville, it begets the question -- if Rosa Parks elects to walk 2 miles per day to prevent dementia, she wouldn't be on the bus ... therefore, she wouldn't be the one who started it all. Umm ... *ducking tomatoes*
I was cruising the website of National Hurricane Center. Jeanne is heading back to the United States, hopefully for Florida to wreck the folks who insisted that they can live without depending on the government (they are subscribing to the funds of Federal Emergency Management Agency, though). Har har.
I also learned that Hurricane Karl and Tropical Storm Lisa (come to think of this -- Karl and Lisa are [insert your comments] from the Ewans family in Maryland) are churning in the open sea. Karl is heading north towards Reykjavik, Iceland -- no luck for Florida.
As for Lisa, it is still a baby, perhaps heading to Florida -- come to think of this, Lisa is nuts as they come. Darlene seems to be the sane one of all. Love Darlene -- can't wait to see her in Boston sooner or later!
Cheers,
R-
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