Carl Urinated Sorenson About the Watergate Scandal!

Did I get your attention? I hope so.

Urination:It is silly that the Bush Administration accused Newsweek of harming the image of Americans across the Muslim world when it revealed that the soldiers, contractors and others defiled the Koran. Newsweek retracted. Now the reports from the United States Military indicated that the stuff did happen.

I love this comment:

In one case, a guard's urine splashed onto a detainee and his Quran. Southern Command said a guard urinated near an air vent and "the wind blew his urine through the vent" and onto a detainee and his Quran.

And they said it was an accident that the urine flew over. Ok-ay.

Carl: This afternoon, I got to talk with Carl Denney for the first time in years via the videophone. He looked good as ever. I finally got to meet Tuesday. I still think it is gonna be funny to say, "I'll marry Tuesday on Saturday." I got to meet Denney's boy. It was good to see him and his boy(s) running around the house. Thank God I ain't the father. I'd go insane with 3 kids running around and 1 on the way.

Chris: This comment has nothing to do with Carl Denney at all. In fact, I had an interesting encounter with the video relay interpreter today. At first, I met a guy in the chat room. Talked for a while, this guy impressed me enough -- he wanted me to play with him and his boyfriend sometimes this week. Name is Chris. He wanted me to come over for a dinner ... and if things go well, we engage in menage a trois. Told me to call him to arrange the date and all that. I agreed. Chris mentioned that his partner is Steve. I thought it was all right. Called the video relay service, they asked me who and what number do I need to reach. I said, "Chris and Steve and XXX-XXX-XXXX".

The relay interpreter smiled and said, "Calling Christine and Stanley". I interrupted, "No, they are Chris and Steve." The female interpreter said, "Wait, they are a couple, right? They have to be Christine and Steve." I said, "Excuse me, I said they are CHRIS and STANLEY. They are gay! So am I! Just shut up and listen to me. Their names are CHRIS and STEVE!" I gave her the infamous look that made her cower before me.

The female relay interpreter profusely apologized and got in touch with the couple. I could not believe that this woman was trying to correct me. It was nice to chat with Chris and Steve -- we made the plans. Blah, blah and blah. Then we talked a little about sex itself, what limitations and all necessary stuff. It was absolutely weird watching the female interpreter to sign the sexual words to me but that was part of her job. I felt grossed out. I quickly IMmed Beth that I can't believe I'm having the dialogue with this interpreter about the menage a trois to the couple. She went ROTFLMAO on me.

Usually, I can do this via the TDD where I do not have to see the relay operator's facial expressions and they never knew who I am. But I can see the interpreter's face, and her seeing me! That was too ... personal. Oh, yeah, the appointment is for Wednesday.

Note: The comments above has been corrected to protect the names at my wish.

Watergate Scandal: I'm sure you heard all about the Watergate Scandal, the Deep Throat identity and GW Bush's idiotic comments that he is curious to look in this subject -- I'm like, "Whoa, I learned about it in high school and you did not?"

Some lambasted W. Mark Felt for not following the procedures. Well, Nixon was corruptive. He will go as far as to bury the secrets in order to get what he wanted. Even go as far as to convince the FBI to keep it quiet. W. Mark Felt made sure that it won't be silenced. For that, he is the true American hero. GW Bush can kiss my fag ass. So does the idiotic Patrick Buchanan!

On the same subject, many news outlets kept on showing the face of W. Mark Felt on television, papers, internet and magazines. Like many gay men across the nation, my eyes kept on darting towards the guy on the right side behind the old geezer. W. Mark Felt's grandson. Is he HOT?!


Name is Nick Jones. I think he's going to be famous in the long run. Stay tuned.

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Richmond's City Hall

When I was a kid, I always thought this building in Richmond was gorgeous. This 22-stories high building is known as the City Hall of Richmond.

But when I grew up and get to travel all over the nation -- I realized that this building is pretty cheap in comparison with this in Atlanta, this in Los Angeles, this in San Francisco, that in Winston-Salem, that in Miami, that in Seattle, there in Philadelphia, and there in New York.

Anyway, two years ago, the City Hall in Richmond was falling apart. IN fact, the rock as big as a ruler landed on the sidewalk from the building itself. It was time for a massive renovation. And I was stunned to see the new look of City Hall.

Nice but guess what? That won't convince me to go back to Richmond. I spit at thee.

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Like Mother, Like Daughter

You know who the nutty Anne Heche is? Anne Heche used to be with Ellen DeGeneres before she went haywire and some farmer found her wandering around saying that she is God near Fresno, California few years ago.

Then few weeks later, after emerging from the psychiatric hospital, she emerged as ... a brand-new heterosexual woman in love with some freak who once worked for Ellen DeGeneres.

Like I care.

But after reading this article, it makes sense why she's nuts. It is because her parents are nuts as well!

You see, Anne's Daddy died of AIDS because he tried to be heterosexual by marrying Mommy, but ended up cheating on Mommy frequently and contracted HIV/AIDS. Sounds familiar?

And this Mommy claimed that you STILL can be heterosexual if you turn to Jesus Christ. This woman obviously did not learn a thing or two with their past -- many Ex-Gays quietly sneaked to gay bars after proclaiming that they are now straight. They often sneaked to the adult bookstores to kneel down and give men blowjobs then come home with sperm in their mouth, mouthed words: "Honey, I'm home. Gimme a kiss!"

Get a grip, fags. Accept the reality. Wake up and smell the coffee -- once you sucked a cock, there is no turning back.

Now I have to try to pull Jefff into accepting that I'm his butt-pirate. Any feedbacks? ;-)

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Stuff To Talk About

Why.I.Hate.DC: This is fun blogsite to read. It is matter of time before James F touched a subject related to Deaf people on his blogsite. But heck, enjoy what you can on this blogsite. Many of them are so TRUE about the District but know what? Very few of us will ever leave the District, physically or spiritually!

Fuck the Cops: A friend of mine requested for the interpreter at the bail hearing, the cops decided to charge him for not being cooperative. See? When a Deaf person asked for the interpreter to ensure that no misunderstandings will occur, the cops decided that s/he is being uncooperative. As soon as he gets his case dismissed, I told my friend to file a lawsuit against the city of Falls Church for denying his repeated requests to have an interpreter during the hearing. This is one of MANY reasons why I despised the cops. I will never honor nor respect a police officer by any means. They do not deserve an iota of compassion or respect from me at all. They will be always viewed with suspicion and contempt on my part. Screw you, cops.

Mom's Alert: After reading why.i.hate.dc's blogsite, I finally got on the videophone and chatted with Mom, she alerted me that Bettie and Olin Creasy's son, Mark Creasy was somewhat "killed" in Alexandria off the bike trail. I quickly checked this entry that was written by James F, sure enough -- it was the same person, Mark Creasy. You see, Mark Creasy was 48 years old CODA of late Bettie and Olin J. Creasy of Staunton, Virginia. Both were Deaf but Mark is CODA (Child of Deaf Adults). In fact, Bettie was my houseparent at VSDB for some years. I regarded her as my surrogate grandmother. She spoiled me along with Kathy Hughes and Kim Akens, all Deaf as well. Making my life at VSDB very easy one.

When Olin died in 1990, Bettie was heartbroken and few weeks later, she died as well. Now her son was found dead last Saturday, because the death itself appeared not to be of natural causes, the autopsy is being pending. This is not the way it should be for the Creasy generations. They do not deserve this.

Now, look at my Mom, she alerted me. She is not the exact Internet Queen but she knew how to access the information across the region of who's who did this, that and there. She beats me to it. If you wondered how I acquired some information, blame it on Mom. She is the professional one. Now I can imagine seeing her sign, "STOP BLAME ME FINISH SICK OF YOU PEOPLE NOW LOOK AT ME ME SO EMBARRASSED NOW FINISH!!" Ahh, that's Mom, for sure.

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The Late Katharine Graham

In the last week, I'm sure that you heard so much about the identity of "Deep Throat" that unravels the truths which led to White House and forced President Nixon to resign and landed some Republican thugs in the prison.

It was W. Mark Felt, the No. 2 official of FBI, who was the source of "Deep Throat" that Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward used to break the story in The Washington Post. Bob and Carl acknowledged that this would not be possible if not for the complete support and insistence by ... Katharine Graham, the Publisher of The Washington Post.

Katharine Graham died in 2001 after a fall in Sun Valley, Idaho and was greatly missed by many in Washington. Graham was considered to be the most feared woman in DC area and one of the most powerful women in the nation. She was the pillar of liberal establishment for The Washington Post.

Initially, her father owned The Washington Post and in the process, Katharine's husband, Philip Graham took her father's place as the publisher but he committed suicide. Suddenly, the job fell on Katharine's lap. Katharine did not mess it up, she took it to learn on her own and managed to make The Washington Post one of the nation's most respected papers.

Katharine Graham was thrusted into the national spotlight after she supported The Washington Post to publish the "Pentagon Papers" and the Watergate Scandal to ensure that the political figures should watch their backs if they meddle with the corruptions.

Deaf President Now Movement at Gallaudet would not be possible if not for The Washington Post's extensive coverage on a daily basis, pushed the information to go out across the nation, thus forced the Board of Trustees to backpedal and correct the mistakes as deserved -- who approved this? Katharine Graham.

My father once worked at The Washington Post as linotypist and he spoke of his good times because The Washington Post hired many, many, many and many Deaf persons to work for them. Obviously, someone above knew that Deaf people can do it. Today, my father still enjoyed the camaraderie with people who once worked at The Post. Back then, many Gallaudet students worked at The Post as part-time to support themselves in school. The Post made it possible for them. The Washington Times owned by Rev. Moon who is Republican, Xian and conservative prick? They do not hire Deaf people.

Katharine Graham was involved with Gallaudet University -- in fact, it was she who donated $1 million to the Student Academic Center in 1999, this was the largest single donation to the University by a living person. Even after her death, it did not stop her from making extra donations to the University with her will. She was the honorary chair of the Board of Associates at Gallaudet's Developmental Office until her death.

When I heard of her untimely death in Sun Valley, Idaho -- I was little sad for her. She was hearing person, of course. But she viewed Deaf people as people first, not disabled. It was certainly not surprising that the ABC News chose the late Katharine Graham as the Person of the Week.

I have an enormous respect for Kay. Even she has passed away for the last 4 years, but her ramifications in the Washington circles still can be felt by many. Not to mention that she was the first woman to lead the Fortune 500 company. That is remarkable feat in 70s, my friends.

To check the pictures of late Katharine Graham, you may view this at Washingtonpost.com.

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Pancake & Bacon for Dinner?

Yep. It is rainy in Norristown, a suburb of Philadelphia. I was hungry. I was in mood to eat breakfast for dinner. Going out is not feasible for me since it is raining. So off to the kitchen, I cooked pancakes and bacon. Delicious! Who cares if someone thinks I'm so FOW.

There are two cool sites that I enjoyed reading last night. They are ... Ptown Without Pity: All The News Unfit To Print!!. If you see "Gay Republican", it is about Andrew Sullivan. Andrew lives in Provincetown and it seemed that he is not well-liked in that town. Is that ever surprising? Andrew is the kind of person that would sling and offend others but hides behind his boyfriend's back when he's out in the public, eh? And I'm dying curious about Amish Tina Whore. The comments are intriguing and funny at its best.

I also stumbled upon a PhillyGayBlogger in some chat room, checked it out and enjoyed it immensely. It is not work safe. But have fun cruising the Spork site. I am going to link them both.

It is Friday, I'm not going out tonight. Actually, I'm going across the street to get the ice cream from Baskins & Robbins then stay home to recuperate with this fucking old knee of mine.

If you're bored and wanted to videophone me, it is at your own risk -- email me for the number and I'll give and feel free to videophone me.

Cheers,

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This Is Cute

So glad that the German police did not go nuts with this case. After all, it is harmless and healthy outlet to enjoy the sex at its best. Try it. You won't regret it. My sex life is fine as it goes, but if it ever becomes boring, I'll try S&M scene to spike some flavor in this. No harm in doing this, though.

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