How can one be excited with 150,000 deaths in tsunami-related countries? Only X-ians would.
Read this quote:
In Andhra Pradesh, India, a plan is developing to build "Christian communities" to replace destroyed seashore villages. In a dispatch that the evangelical group Focus on the Family posted on its Family.org Web site, James Rebbavarapu of India Christian Ministries said a team of U.S. engineers had agreed to help design villages of up to 400 homes each, "with a church building in the center of them."
Isn't this sick? Of course, I always knew all along that the X-ians look at this as opportunity to convert and pressure people of all faiths that Christianity is the way to go. They will do anything to prove that Tsunami was an act by God to show his Love for the deaths of 150,000 and the opportunity to sow the discord by converting the masses into christianity.
When we pledged the aid to help out with the masses, it is to prevent diseases from going amok, to prevent more deaths, to rebuild their lives -- why did the X-ians has to meddle with its faith in this aid?
Why do you think the Muslims hated the X-ians so much? Because the X-ians always said that they are right, and everyone else is wrong.
Shame on filthy X-ians.
If you miscarriage in Virgina and did not notify the cops within 12 hours, you will be jailed for a year and fined $2,500 for "failure to report a fetal death". That shall happen when HB1677 becomes the law in Virginia. Only the X-ians would think that this is sensible law.
And to my dear Rayni, what's up with the nuts running amok in South Dakota? You must be proud of your adopted state! Will the CSD support this amendment to discriminate against us? If so, we should organize the nationwide boycott of CSD to destroy its empire because of its lackadaisal response to the homophobic amendment.
UPDATE: One commentator mentioned on another blog that if a hurricane hits a village in Florida, let's get Hindu missionary to convert the village in Florida! That is how it should run like that.
Cheers,
R-
Monday, January 10, 2005
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Sunday Night Is The Night
Lately, I enjoyed staying at home on Sunday nights just to watch the shows on the tube more than any night of the week. With The Simpsons, Malcolm in the Middle, Boston Legal, Desperate Housewives and 24 -- who needs the cable?!
I finally got to watch 24 tonight after reading DowntownLad's comments, the show is intense but I hate the two-screen format because it confused the hell out of me with the captions -- I just wish they do not do that frequently.
I got to watch Desperate Housewives, Bree is coming out of her shell and her bratty children needs to be whacked from ruining her life. At first, I thought Bree was nuts, but it appears that she is not -- at least, not in this situation where she is now dealing with.
After that, I got to watch Boston Legal, which is the spinoff of The Practice of some sorts. Actually, all actors on The Practice was fired or let go except for James Spader, whose his character moved on to another upscale law firm with William Shatner.
James Spader's character, Alan Shore has a dark sense of humor that strikes the chord with my intuitions. For instance, when his secretary confronted him about the phone call, "I got a call from someone else who found us in the Yellow Pages and he said he committed a serious crime and needed to speak with a lawyer."
Alan's first reaction was not about the serious crime, but ... "We advertised in the Yellow Pages?"
That really strikes the chord with me. Alan Shore is similar to what I do in life, unfortunately some people perceived me to be pessimistic, bitter or whatever they wanted to call it -- I think it was not the case. Maybe my "dark comedic" was too strong for many people to handle.
James Spader as stoic Alan Shore and another gorgeous lawyer
Later in the show, I was drinking a soda when Alan discovered that the client's mother was still alive on the floor, he said to the client, "Call an ambulance, not the cops. Your mother is still alive unless if you want to take the skillet and finish her, then call the cops instead."
Gee, Alan do remind me of myself sometimes.
Why did not they cast me instead of James Spader?
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I finally got to watch 24 tonight after reading DowntownLad's comments, the show is intense but I hate the two-screen format because it confused the hell out of me with the captions -- I just wish they do not do that frequently.
I got to watch Desperate Housewives, Bree is coming out of her shell and her bratty children needs to be whacked from ruining her life. At first, I thought Bree was nuts, but it appears that she is not -- at least, not in this situation where she is now dealing with.
After that, I got to watch Boston Legal, which is the spinoff of The Practice of some sorts. Actually, all actors on The Practice was fired or let go except for James Spader, whose his character moved on to another upscale law firm with William Shatner.
James Spader's character, Alan Shore has a dark sense of humor that strikes the chord with my intuitions. For instance, when his secretary confronted him about the phone call, "I got a call from someone else who found us in the Yellow Pages and he said he committed a serious crime and needed to speak with a lawyer."
Alan's first reaction was not about the serious crime, but ... "We advertised in the Yellow Pages?"
That really strikes the chord with me. Alan Shore is similar to what I do in life, unfortunately some people perceived me to be pessimistic, bitter or whatever they wanted to call it -- I think it was not the case. Maybe my "dark comedic" was too strong for many people to handle.
Later in the show, I was drinking a soda when Alan discovered that the client's mother was still alive on the floor, he said to the client, "Call an ambulance, not the cops. Your mother is still alive unless if you want to take the skillet and finish her, then call the cops instead."
Gee, Alan do remind me of myself sometimes.
Why did not they cast me instead of James Spader?
R-
SBNY = WHORES
If you tell a straight girl that she is a whore, she'll work up in a frenzy to defend herself.
If you tell a lesbian that she is a whore, she'll beat up to a pulp.
If you tell a straight man that he's a whore, he'll deny but secretly grinned at the thought of being called as a whore.
If you tell a gay man that he's a whore, he is extremely proud of it and boasted about it.
Sometimes, I wonder why I have to endure these fags at times?!
Last night, I went to SBNY with Surdus -- SBNY is pretty famous with gay visitors or residents as Splash Bar of New York. They underwent a renovation recently -- it was my first time to see the renovated SBNY, especially in the basement.
I was not impressed. The truth is that I was disgusted. The basement area was designed to encourage the behavior engaged in sex. Hell, the patrons by the counter can watch the murky urinals right across the bar and you could see two persons doing things in a stall -- and it is not one stall. About 10 of urinal stalls are by the bar with the murky windows so that people in the bar can watch what the men are doing.
You think it's all? Go to the left side of the bathroom -- you'll step in a total blackout open-view of urinal stalls which is *not* used at all.
Suffice to say, I kept on seeing guys jerking, sucking and groping in open view. Gay men lacked dignity for themselves. But that does not matter to them -- they cared only to get laid.
Whoopee.
Really, I was pissed off at a hearie who shoved me in the line to pick up my coat, he yelled at me then pulled his friend who was behind me -- apparently, he was trying to talk to me from behind (Hello, I'm Deaf) -- and he decided to take things in his hands and shoved me aside.
I shoved him back -- he yelled at me, I issued the middle finger at him..
That was a minor fraction of the time I spent at SBNY. Tried to tolerate dealing with Polish folks who kept on talking with us in broken English -- very difficult to understand. The management cannot deny that sexual activity did not happen -- it is in open view for the world to see. I'll bet you a dollar or two that if someone busted them for illicit sexual activity, the SBNY management will say that nothing of this sort ever happened.
Seeing the basement was a testament to where gay men are in this society. Guys and gals, don't trust men. They are truly pigs. Or dogs. Oh, yeah, most SBNY patrons are pretty bois, twinks, Abercrappie & Bitch type -- these stuff that always go to work out in NYSC, David Barton Gym or whatever it is called for 30 minutes per day but spent 2.5 hours in the shower area.
Gay men, you embarrass me sometimes. Get a fucking room.
R-
If you tell a lesbian that she is a whore, she'll beat up to a pulp.
If you tell a straight man that he's a whore, he'll deny but secretly grinned at the thought of being called as a whore.
If you tell a gay man that he's a whore, he is extremely proud of it and boasted about it.
Sometimes, I wonder why I have to endure these fags at times?!
Last night, I went to SBNY with Surdus -- SBNY is pretty famous with gay visitors or residents as Splash Bar of New York. They underwent a renovation recently -- it was my first time to see the renovated SBNY, especially in the basement.
I was not impressed. The truth is that I was disgusted. The basement area was designed to encourage the behavior engaged in sex. Hell, the patrons by the counter can watch the murky urinals right across the bar and you could see two persons doing things in a stall -- and it is not one stall. About 10 of urinal stalls are by the bar with the murky windows so that people in the bar can watch what the men are doing.
You think it's all? Go to the left side of the bathroom -- you'll step in a total blackout open-view of urinal stalls which is *not* used at all.
Suffice to say, I kept on seeing guys jerking, sucking and groping in open view. Gay men lacked dignity for themselves. But that does not matter to them -- they cared only to get laid.
Whoopee.
Really, I was pissed off at a hearie who shoved me in the line to pick up my coat, he yelled at me then pulled his friend who was behind me -- apparently, he was trying to talk to me from behind (Hello, I'm Deaf) -- and he decided to take things in his hands and shoved me aside.
I shoved him back -- he yelled at me, I issued the middle finger at him..
That was a minor fraction of the time I spent at SBNY. Tried to tolerate dealing with Polish folks who kept on talking with us in broken English -- very difficult to understand. The management cannot deny that sexual activity did not happen -- it is in open view for the world to see. I'll bet you a dollar or two that if someone busted them for illicit sexual activity, the SBNY management will say that nothing of this sort ever happened.
Seeing the basement was a testament to where gay men are in this society. Guys and gals, don't trust men. They are truly pigs. Or dogs. Oh, yeah, most SBNY patrons are pretty bois, twinks, Abercrappie & Bitch type -- these stuff that always go to work out in NYSC, David Barton Gym or whatever it is called for 30 minutes per day but spent 2.5 hours in the shower area.
Gay men, you embarrass me sometimes. Get a fucking room.
R-
Sigh, I Pity Thee
To Kaftan Boy: My dear little boy, when I emailed you about the jersey shirt that you wore -- I was not bitter as you like to assume. I was merely disappointed with your ideals that you'd idolize a homophobic person. It is akin to idolize a rapist in Kobe Bryant. No difference, really. And you never responded. Such a bitter little boy, it took awhile for you to talk about it -- but to a wrong person. Learn to talk with me about it. It is no secret that I have friends on left, enemies on right -- and it is no secret that I also have friends in the middle. It is something that you, Kraftan Boy, do not want to acknowledge. Suit yourself.
To WILD4SURFING: I grew up in Hopewell, Virginia -- if you look at the map closely, there is Fort Lee nearby. There is several naval bases less than an hour away. I know what I'm talking about. And hell, I have three sisters whom I had to endure watching the soldiers on heat chasing after them. And trust me, the majority of 'em are ... what? Please write it down again? Speak slowly. What a fuck! They are idiots to start with. Good enough for some officers to tell them to shoot and pick up the carcasses. That's it.
And to that Stupid-But-Saved Girl: Yes, Virginia, there is a word for Baloney, you dumbfuck.
The whole point with my December 21st, 2004 entry was to instigate an interesting debate about this, that and there -- who gives a fuck about your daily stories in your household? I don't care if you got a letter from your aunt who has a gallstone! I do not give a fuck if your daughter had a diarrhea today! I do not give a fuck if your husband did not get hard-on today for you! I do not give a fuck if you got a menopause today! I chose you, WILD4SURFING, because you fit in the classic image: Conservative and religious nut. That's all. That's it.
Oooh, I'm scared that you're running to your friends who are in the Marines.
Tell me to get out of this country? Fuck you, this is my country. I want you to get out of here. I want you to sink in the fucking ocean. I am exercising my rights to speak my thoughts. If you whine, that is your fucking problem.
And Kraft Boy, too.
And guys, guys -- get a clue: My comments do not mean that I am bitter, angry man. It has nothing to do with it at all -- but like McFly once said, you guys only wanted to label me as a bitter, angry man as the means for you to feel better and look down at someone else who challenged you -- in her words, what an intellectual masturbation for you to use.
I'm done with your cries, rantings -- Kraft Boy and WildNSlut, you guys are pathetic.
To coin my good friend's phrase: SYL!
R-
To WILD4SURFING: I grew up in Hopewell, Virginia -- if you look at the map closely, there is Fort Lee nearby. There is several naval bases less than an hour away. I know what I'm talking about. And hell, I have three sisters whom I had to endure watching the soldiers on heat chasing after them. And trust me, the majority of 'em are ... what? Please write it down again? Speak slowly. What a fuck! They are idiots to start with. Good enough for some officers to tell them to shoot and pick up the carcasses. That's it.
And to that Stupid-But-Saved Girl: Yes, Virginia, there is a word for Baloney, you dumbfuck.
The whole point with my December 21st, 2004 entry was to instigate an interesting debate about this, that and there -- who gives a fuck about your daily stories in your household? I don't care if you got a letter from your aunt who has a gallstone! I do not give a fuck if your daughter had a diarrhea today! I do not give a fuck if your husband did not get hard-on today for you! I do not give a fuck if you got a menopause today! I chose you, WILD4SURFING, because you fit in the classic image: Conservative and religious nut. That's all. That's it.
Oooh, I'm scared that you're running to your friends who are in the Marines.
Tell me to get out of this country? Fuck you, this is my country. I want you to get out of here. I want you to sink in the fucking ocean. I am exercising my rights to speak my thoughts. If you whine, that is your fucking problem.
And Kraft Boy, too.
And guys, guys -- get a clue: My comments do not mean that I am bitter, angry man. It has nothing to do with it at all -- but like McFly once said, you guys only wanted to label me as a bitter, angry man as the means for you to feel better and look down at someone else who challenged you -- in her words, what an intellectual masturbation for you to use.
I'm done with your cries, rantings -- Kraft Boy and WildNSlut, you guys are pathetic.
To coin my good friend's phrase: SYL!
R-
Saturday, January 08, 2005
Curious About Deaflympics?
If you are curious about the happenstances from Australian's perspective on 2005 Deaflympics, herself from Melbourne -- check Miss Delectable out for any interesting scoops within the biggest sporting event to hit in Melbourne in years.
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What Do I Think Of Anonymous comments?
Coward. Stupid. Bitter. Loser. And afraid of me. Guess what? You're still like that. Get yourself together and sport a gut to say it in my face or use your name. Or otherwise, I'll always win the arguments -- I'll always crush, manipulate and delete your comments.
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What Kind of Blogger am I?
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