The cycle of violence shall continue in the Middle East. A new batch of photos were surfaced with NAVY SEALs abusing and degrading the detainees. Good job, soldiers. Such a heroic behavior!
It is awesome that these so-called heroic soldiers are continuing to degrade the Iraqis to a point where they will resent us -- these will be the downfall of ours.
More dead American soldiers will occur. Then we can call them our heroes.
Republicans adopted the pro-family values, pro-Morals and vigorously attacked Democrats for supporting the gay rights, including gay marriage. Meanwhile, Hustler Magazine has reported that they sent an undercover reporter during the Republicans National Convention and uncovered a great deal of debauchery that contradicts the philosophical beliefs of conservatives and Republicans.
GW Bush's family has morals, yeah, TRUE BIZ! They are role models for us to cringe at.
Republican Senator David Dreier is well-protected by special interests in California, despite the fact that he probably committed several unethical standards. Where is the outcry?
As you can see, I prefer to be liberal. Why? Because at least, I'm being honest and open about it. Conservatives and Republicans seem to hide their immoral behavior but preach that they are for family values.
Says a lot about 'em, though.
R-
Friday, December 03, 2004
As Usual, Conservatives = Homophobic.
The movie, Alexander The Great, came out. Killing hundreds of thousands, enslaving millions of people, conquered nations ... nobody complained. But when Alexander made out with a man, conservatives complained.
I saw this excerpt in a local paper:
And a farmer in Bulgaria is suing the breeder who sold him a prize-winning pig because he claims the swine was gay.
According to online news source Ananova.com, Galen Dobrev claims that all the farmers in his town of Shumen learned about the pig and then no one would buy it.
“It’s a disgrace,” Dobrev said. “All he was interested in was other male pigs.”
The farmer took pictures of the 220-pound swine attempting to have sex with other male pigs. When the pig was impossible to sell, Dobrev turned the animal into sausage.
Umm. Well, the farmer is idiot. Know why? He probably fed himself with the gay sausage. Go figure.
R-
I saw this excerpt in a local paper:
And a farmer in Bulgaria is suing the breeder who sold him a prize-winning pig because he claims the swine was gay.
According to online news source Ananova.com, Galen Dobrev claims that all the farmers in his town of Shumen learned about the pig and then no one would buy it.
“It’s a disgrace,” Dobrev said. “All he was interested in was other male pigs.”
The farmer took pictures of the 220-pound swine attempting to have sex with other male pigs. When the pig was impossible to sell, Dobrev turned the animal into sausage.
Umm. Well, the farmer is idiot. Know why? He probably fed himself with the gay sausage. Go figure.
R-
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Who Is He?
As you may wonder who this guy is on your right side which overlapped on the blue strip. He is my favorite character of any fiction tales -- Mordru. Mordru is an omnipotent being bent on to rule the universe. He is abrasive, rude, funny, condescending, handsome and at times, frightening. He is not afraid to say something in anyone's face. His weakness is that he is claustrophobic, bury him alive -- his mind shuts down. Like I said, he is an omnipotent being and had to live in a human body in order to gain the advantages to rule the universe -- but to occupy a body is rather distasteful for him because it has the limits.
I erased the comments out of that picture and inserted my own words: "Who Dares?" -- it is a way to greet anyone else who wandered on my domain. Only time will tell if I like you or not.
Sorry for not blogging lately, I had been so busy this week. I met Peter at Nowhere Bar during the Big Lug. I get to know him more than ever. He's very nice fellow. Oh, well.
Jeff, you're permanently banned from my blogsite until you finally grow the sense of compassion for others. Amy, since you used your husband's computer, you are unfortunately wiped out as well. I have no qualms against you both, just that I am appalled with your thoughts and attitudes.
I guess Iowans will have their own fireworks to celebrate the rejection of Kurz.
Ahh, time to run to the bar and drink one Cape Cod before I hit the sack.
I need that.
Oh, I got an email from a straight dude who wants to experiment with me but he is very shy and embarassed because his dick is tiny. I told him that I'll make him feel that he's the greatest one in the whole friggin' world. I know I can make him feel he's well hung.
Elisa, it has nothing to do with your beliefs in God -- it has something to do with how your people contributed to the struggles by having "it is not about me, so I'm having my hands off. Tough luck!" attitude. One day, your world will crash. And I could stand next to you and say, "As long as it does not concern me, my hands are tied. SYL!" It was appalling that the Republicans smeared Democrats using the gay marriage scare tactics and I do not see you standing up as a Christian to dispel, discourage or tell people to stop that. You just turned the cheek around -- and from there, your beliefs in God means nothing to me.
Guys, guys .. time to get a drink. I'm not angry. It is pointless to be angry, I will just smirk and strike back with lame, insulting and disgusting comments from time to time ... just to share my thoughts.
Get used to it, my friends.
R-
I erased the comments out of that picture and inserted my own words: "Who Dares?" -- it is a way to greet anyone else who wandered on my domain. Only time will tell if I like you or not.
Sorry for not blogging lately, I had been so busy this week. I met Peter at Nowhere Bar during the Big Lug. I get to know him more than ever. He's very nice fellow. Oh, well.
Jeff, you're permanently banned from my blogsite until you finally grow the sense of compassion for others. Amy, since you used your husband's computer, you are unfortunately wiped out as well. I have no qualms against you both, just that I am appalled with your thoughts and attitudes.
I guess Iowans will have their own fireworks to celebrate the rejection of Kurz.
Ahh, time to run to the bar and drink one Cape Cod before I hit the sack.
I need that.
Oh, I got an email from a straight dude who wants to experiment with me but he is very shy and embarassed because his dick is tiny. I told him that I'll make him feel that he's the greatest one in the whole friggin' world. I know I can make him feel he's well hung.
Elisa, it has nothing to do with your beliefs in God -- it has something to do with how your people contributed to the struggles by having "it is not about me, so I'm having my hands off. Tough luck!" attitude. One day, your world will crash. And I could stand next to you and say, "As long as it does not concern me, my hands are tied. SYL!" It was appalling that the Republicans smeared Democrats using the gay marriage scare tactics and I do not see you standing up as a Christian to dispel, discourage or tell people to stop that. You just turned the cheek around -- and from there, your beliefs in God means nothing to me.
Guys, guys .. time to get a drink. I'm not angry. It is pointless to be angry, I will just smirk and strike back with lame, insulting and disgusting comments from time to time ... just to share my thoughts.
Get used to it, my friends.
R-
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire!
Once upon a time, I used to live in a house on K & 4 Streets NE. We had five roommates all over the place. It was huge and massive house to start with. One day, a roommate decided to bolt for Arizona and never returned. He left his bedframe, matress, television, plates, clothes, blankets, et al. He vanished and later, we got in touch with him, he said he does not want to retrieve it back any longer and that we can keep it if we want to.
Few months later, in Los Angeles, I was doing some internship over there and decided to attend to a coffeehouse frequented by Deaf patrons. One guy came to me and said, "I'm sorry to hear about your apartment back in DC," -- I was baffled. Turned out that this particular guy was told by my former roommate that the apartment went up in flames. And that we lost everything else. I smiled and said, "I still have his television and even better, his quilt."
Later, I approached the former roommate of mine and wondered why he said that, he firmly denied it and kept on laughing about it. My friend had a theory -- he was capitalizing on pity from others in order to get friends to purchase new things for him. Makes sense to me, though.
The former roommate of mine was none other than ... Kenton Twidt.
Let's push this by fast foward to today. Last night, I was reading the old issues of The Buff and Blue (affectionately known as the BnB) newsmagazine, a student-run publication at Gallaudet. The quality of journalistic standards in the BnB went downhill since the Golden Era of Terry Giansanti. I just completed reading the BnB No. 6, dated November 19, 2004, but not without a heavy glee.
Especially with the article, Check Your Checks: Student Kenton Twidt Takes You Through His Nightmare written by Alex Abenchuchan. You can see his picture and his comments at his Xanga. Yeah, he's cute. A standard boi by any means. Alex seems to fit in the classic type where a guy is pretty, he has to be dumb, gullible and naive. Apparently, in this case, it seemed to be like that. Oh, I should mention that Alex is the younger brother of that holier-than-thou but so silly Republican fella, Elisa Abenchuchan who clamored for liars like GW Bush. Go figure.
To write an article, it is important to hear both sides and do some research before making an article, that means what? I do not see any comments whether if Alex went to Metropolitan Police Department for further information of this bizarre case. Or even with the Bank of America since it concened the theft of nearly 1 million dollars. Not even with the Department of Public Safety to find out if it is true. None of this happened in the article. It is all about Kenton, his tribulations and his truth. I repeat, his own truth.
What happened in the article is that Kenton said his backpack which contained books, checkbooks, address book, disks were stolen. And in the process, he found out that someone cashed the checks in his name up to 800,000 dollars. And that the Police Department is "still" investigating the case since October 25.
This reeks of a typical lie on Kenton Twidt's part. You cannot cash the checks as much as 800K. The typical standards of any bank would suspect if someone cashed too many checks and too large amount of requests, they will freeze the account and get in touch with the owner of the account to find out what's going on. It is typical policy of nearly all banks. But in this fishy situation, Kenton claimed that the bank did not know. Rubbish. I used to be the member of Bank of America, they have the standard policy to prevent the incidents like that.
Sorry but no cigar. Kenton was probably up for another trick to collect the jars of pity from others in order to get new stuff. He probably did not lose that backpack. In fact, my friend paged me that he saw him wearing the backpack few weeks later. At that time, I did not understand what he meant by that but apparently, my friend had to say something to someone else, he chose someone else in New York instead of someone else in the District. Go figure.
Alex wrote this sentence: Let this true story be an eye-opener for you.
The truth is that nothing of this ever happened. Did you, Alex, check the sources? Verify whether if Kenton was telling the truth? If someone's account was abused as much as $800,000, it is certainly a story to follow up.
Again, the truth is, Alex, you probably fell for one of his lies. Such a gullible fellow. But again, you are just a freshman at Gallaudet -- next time, verify by checking the sources out first before writing an article like this. The article you just did is another garbage done by poor research and judgement. What a nice contribution to the BnB, though.
R-
Few months later, in Los Angeles, I was doing some internship over there and decided to attend to a coffeehouse frequented by Deaf patrons. One guy came to me and said, "I'm sorry to hear about your apartment back in DC," -- I was baffled. Turned out that this particular guy was told by my former roommate that the apartment went up in flames. And that we lost everything else. I smiled and said, "I still have his television and even better, his quilt."
Later, I approached the former roommate of mine and wondered why he said that, he firmly denied it and kept on laughing about it. My friend had a theory -- he was capitalizing on pity from others in order to get friends to purchase new things for him. Makes sense to me, though.
The former roommate of mine was none other than ... Kenton Twidt.
Let's push this by fast foward to today. Last night, I was reading the old issues of The Buff and Blue (affectionately known as the BnB) newsmagazine, a student-run publication at Gallaudet. The quality of journalistic standards in the BnB went downhill since the Golden Era of Terry Giansanti. I just completed reading the BnB No. 6, dated November 19, 2004, but not without a heavy glee.
Especially with the article, Check Your Checks: Student Kenton Twidt Takes You Through His Nightmare written by Alex Abenchuchan. You can see his picture and his comments at his Xanga. Yeah, he's cute. A standard boi by any means. Alex seems to fit in the classic type where a guy is pretty, he has to be dumb, gullible and naive. Apparently, in this case, it seemed to be like that. Oh, I should mention that Alex is the younger brother of that holier-than-thou but so silly Republican fella, Elisa Abenchuchan who clamored for liars like GW Bush. Go figure.
To write an article, it is important to hear both sides and do some research before making an article, that means what? I do not see any comments whether if Alex went to Metropolitan Police Department for further information of this bizarre case. Or even with the Bank of America since it concened the theft of nearly 1 million dollars. Not even with the Department of Public Safety to find out if it is true. None of this happened in the article. It is all about Kenton, his tribulations and his truth. I repeat, his own truth.
What happened in the article is that Kenton said his backpack which contained books, checkbooks, address book, disks were stolen. And in the process, he found out that someone cashed the checks in his name up to 800,000 dollars. And that the Police Department is "still" investigating the case since October 25.
This reeks of a typical lie on Kenton Twidt's part. You cannot cash the checks as much as 800K. The typical standards of any bank would suspect if someone cashed too many checks and too large amount of requests, they will freeze the account and get in touch with the owner of the account to find out what's going on. It is typical policy of nearly all banks. But in this fishy situation, Kenton claimed that the bank did not know. Rubbish. I used to be the member of Bank of America, they have the standard policy to prevent the incidents like that.
Sorry but no cigar. Kenton was probably up for another trick to collect the jars of pity from others in order to get new stuff. He probably did not lose that backpack. In fact, my friend paged me that he saw him wearing the backpack few weeks later. At that time, I did not understand what he meant by that but apparently, my friend had to say something to someone else, he chose someone else in New York instead of someone else in the District. Go figure.
Alex wrote this sentence: Let this true story be an eye-opener for you.
The truth is that nothing of this ever happened. Did you, Alex, check the sources? Verify whether if Kenton was telling the truth? If someone's account was abused as much as $800,000, it is certainly a story to follow up.
Again, the truth is, Alex, you probably fell for one of his lies. Such a gullible fellow. But again, you are just a freshman at Gallaudet -- next time, verify by checking the sources out first before writing an article like this. The article you just did is another garbage done by poor research and judgement. What a nice contribution to the BnB, though.
R-
Happy Birthday, Corey
Last night, I went to The Cock to see Corey who also turned 35 (But he looked like 25!) and he was charming as ever. I had too much drinks. Translation: Dead drunk. Today, bad hangover. But I'm getting over it now.
I had an interesting encounter with a cute guy that looked like Sam of San Francisco. He also had a boyfriend. Immediately, I lost the interest to continue talking because he was taken.
"Why don't you have the guts to win me by challenging my boyfriend?" He teased. I smiled and said, "Nah, I don't do that."
"Do you have a hairy chest?"
I smiled and stared at him, "You have to check it out by yourself."
He did, he wormed his left hand into my shirt and I can see his face squint with delight. I smiled and said, "Happy?"
He nodded vigorously, "One kiss?" I asked him to elaborate what kind of a kiss? Peter asked for a major, wet kiss.
I went at it. He was panting afterwards. Then shook his head and said I was naughty. Whatever. Suddenly, a drunkard behind me fell on the floor and was escorted out of the bar. Peter asked for second one. I obliged.
Another major, wet kiss with some tongues involved. Mmmm! Mmmm!
"One more kiss, please?"
I sighed, "One very last kiss, ok?"
Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm!
He slipped his card into my pocket. If I can't have Sam of San Francisco, Peter will do. I might have to figure out a way to steal him away.
"Will you be at Big Lug tomorrow night?" Peter asked, my eyes widened and I shrugged as if to say, "Maybe, maybe not."
Let's hope that there is no drama at Big Lug if I plan to show up.
R-
I had an interesting encounter with a cute guy that looked like Sam of San Francisco. He also had a boyfriend. Immediately, I lost the interest to continue talking because he was taken.
"Why don't you have the guts to win me by challenging my boyfriend?" He teased. I smiled and said, "Nah, I don't do that."
"Do you have a hairy chest?"
I smiled and stared at him, "You have to check it out by yourself."
He did, he wormed his left hand into my shirt and I can see his face squint with delight. I smiled and said, "Happy?"
He nodded vigorously, "One kiss?" I asked him to elaborate what kind of a kiss? Peter asked for a major, wet kiss.
I went at it. He was panting afterwards. Then shook his head and said I was naughty. Whatever. Suddenly, a drunkard behind me fell on the floor and was escorted out of the bar. Peter asked for second one. I obliged.
Another major, wet kiss with some tongues involved. Mmmm! Mmmm!
"One more kiss, please?"
I sighed, "One very last kiss, ok?"
Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm!
He slipped his card into my pocket. If I can't have Sam of San Francisco, Peter will do. I might have to figure out a way to steal him away.
"Will you be at Big Lug tomorrow night?" Peter asked, my eyes widened and I shrugged as if to say, "Maybe, maybe not."
Let's hope that there is no drama at Big Lug if I plan to show up.
R-
Monday, November 29, 2004
Politics & Economics
The Bush Administration has no business of telling the Ukrainian government that they do not recognize their election. Practice what you preach. 4 years ago, when there were reports of voter irregularities in Florida, the United Nations asked to monitor the election, our government said "fuck off".
And now we meddle in someone's election? Ukrainans have the right to say "fuck off" to us if we meddle in their affairs.
Colin Powell, shut up and sit down!
We cannot preach others how to live if we cannot do the same to ourselves.
The economic reports are coming out that the Black Friday sales aren't great at all. Makes sense to me 'cuz I did not buy a thing as well.
I need to start shopping sooner than can be. I hate X-Mas. I hate the Holidays.
I friggin' absolutely HATE them.
I just read the article where there are cards that is being marketed as "Merry Chrismukkah" -- I thought it was nice. It reminded me of a jewish friend named Lester. He told me that he absolutely loved the idea of Christmas. He loved to decorate the whole she-bang thing all over the place, even if he practices Hannukah but that does not stop him from wrapping the presents under the Christmas tree for 25th.
I thought it was absolutely cool. To mix in the name of good spirits, whatever it is called from ... nice going, Lester. All people needs to follow Lester's positive attitude.
R-
And now we meddle in someone's election? Ukrainans have the right to say "fuck off" to us if we meddle in their affairs.
Colin Powell, shut up and sit down!
We cannot preach others how to live if we cannot do the same to ourselves.
The economic reports are coming out that the Black Friday sales aren't great at all. Makes sense to me 'cuz I did not buy a thing as well.
I need to start shopping sooner than can be. I hate X-Mas. I hate the Holidays.
I friggin' absolutely HATE them.
I just read the article where there are cards that is being marketed as "Merry Chrismukkah" -- I thought it was nice. It reminded me of a jewish friend named Lester. He told me that he absolutely loved the idea of Christmas. He loved to decorate the whole she-bang thing all over the place, even if he practices Hannukah but that does not stop him from wrapping the presents under the Christmas tree for 25th.
I thought it was absolutely cool. To mix in the name of good spirits, whatever it is called from ... nice going, Lester. All people needs to follow Lester's positive attitude.
R-
One More Thing About Andrew Sullivan
Last Friday, I also neglected to mention that Andrew Sullivan appeared on 20/20 as well. He made me cringe. He dared to speak for gay people ... for me! He is a gay Republican barebacker who always harped on the pessimism of gay issues and also voted for that Bush.
I am also happy to mention that he looked ... aged than ever. One person commented if the hiv-related dementia has sets in for Andy? Perhaps so. He probably continued to bareback these days and continue to pop these medications that continues to writhe his body as ever. Good riddance.
Now he said that we ought to idolize Pat Tillman for his "heroics" -- please. He got shot by his own buddies. Does that makes him a hero? Yeah, my ass is hero, too.
R-
I am also happy to mention that he looked ... aged than ever. One person commented if the hiv-related dementia has sets in for Andy? Perhaps so. He probably continued to bareback these days and continue to pop these medications that continues to writhe his body as ever. Good riddance.
Now he said that we ought to idolize Pat Tillman for his "heroics" -- please. He got shot by his own buddies. Does that makes him a hero? Yeah, my ass is hero, too.
R-
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