In a move he insists is somehow consistent with his call for disarmament, President Obama is seeking more than $5 billion in increased funding for America’s nuclear weapons program, aimed chiefly at modernization and building new facilities.
Vice President Joe Biden detailed what he thought was the case for the investment, perplexingly arguing simultaneously for a world without nuclear weapons and for America to make “long overdue” investments in strengthening its own nuclear stockpile.
Though this funding will not actually be used to produce additional nuclear weapons, opponents caution that it will give the administration, and future administrations, the capacity to greatly increase the number of warheads in America’s arsenal, at a time when the administration claims to be trying to complete comprehensive warhead reduction agreements.
That definition means totally nothing to me. You know why? Because it’s fucking ridiculous. Someone created only term for people liking Japan… No, people obsessed with Japan (yes, I am one but I am also obsessed with Korea and China). Wait but what about other countries like Korea, China, USA, UK, Poland, Germany? Is Japan some kind of taboo or what? Some kind of low-level country? Because I don’t fucking understand. Why would someone create a term specially for one country, and hate people who match that term? Yeah, let’s create term for UK and US, shall we? Then we’ll all hate and these those people because they are obsessed with UK and don’t care about culture of their country. I mean, this is so FUCKING ridiculous. I didn’t know that actually mankind can be this stupid.
Besides, I don’t like something for the fact I want to be cool and be like others. I like something just for myself, because it turns me on etc. So, terms like “weeaboo” would actually say that it’s wrong to be yourself, and you have to be like others. (Westernians?)
We Germans are a nation, which mastered recycling (“Less than one per cent of the remaining waste ends up as landfill.”) and others ask for advice. And we certainly export that success as well. Hence, it might not be far fetched to say, that I like to re-use leftovers from our consumer society. And this might be because of the place, the time and how I grew up.
I just used Foursquare today, to show, that I am reading the new print edition of The Economist. Recycling (using) a service for my purpose because I can, and the flexibility given by Foursquare’s design. And I am not aware about any other service that lets me tell ‘I am reading the new print edition of The Economist with a good cup of tea.’ Newspapers and print magazines are at the end of their life-cycle anyway, who would want to develop a service for a scarce activity anyway? Twitter is asking me ‘What’s happening?’ (in 140 characters) or Facebook, but that routine lost already its cool I think. Yes, it has its multipurpose as (intentional) simple platform, but I can’t collect badges, have statistics and so forth.
What I wanted to reinforce with this post, that I used Foursquare for something different, is the thought about innovation. Innovations (and economic growth) are, in reality, many small steps towards the optimization of a current situation. A current business. A current technology. A current idea or theory. There is nothing like the big bang of innovation and something new. Before the modern Internet, there was dial-up. Before the telephone, there was the telegraph. Before nuclear energy (early 1950s), there was the atomic bomb (WWII). There was already some primitive form there (a use case), and somebody or many had the eureka effect or the need to do it differently or knew somehow how to do it better (a new use case/need). For the business case example; todays Google wasn’t the same Google it was 10 years ago. Todays Microsoft wasn’t the same Microsoft it was 20 years ago. Apple, now the embodiment for mobile devices, design and usability. Tomorrows marijuana might not be used primarily to have a Rausch, but it is already used in some places to help patients cope with chronic pain. Examples extended to politics as well, where California’s direct democracy system (state’s initiative process) will be adopted by the EU through the Lisbon treaty (Sub req).
So, how long do I have to wait for the vertical of Foursquare that asks me ‘What are you doing?’ (Hello Twitter) to collect points, badges, ranks and making a game out of it? Or will Foursquare and Gowalla make a small step forward towards my need and adopt general activities like reading a book or magazine, sport, cycling to work, playing chess or a video game? Redesigning it towards a platform for activities in general (with or without geo-location).
Speaking of convergence and the shortening life-cycle of introduction, adoption, mass-use, and the dying of a service or product which would make an interesting new topic. Or the question whether the current form of democracy in America has reached the point of ineffectiveness or not, and small steps of optimization are necessary unintentional. Two things, technology/SAAS and politics/society, which have a vastly different life-cycle time.
PS: I have not blogged throughout January for some reasons, but I will do my best to find topics for more than 50 words and or just thoughts, links, and illustrations (see my tumblr). Because this here is a very joyous, rich and far reaching exercise for my mind.
A beautiful sunset to close this wonderful road trip (and I have 24Gbs of photos to process upon coming back). I shot only stock style during the past 3 weeks. Lots of new panoramics and lots of HDR. Can’t wait to get on photoshop. I’m not sure if tehre’s a lot of sale potential, but it sure was fun to shoot.
The last day was perfect. The gorgeous weather was just right, sunny, but not humid and not too warm, and the food excellent. We had our best meal yet at the Marquesa Café, another great restaurant, and this one has surprising dishes, full of layers and different tastes that dovetail into on pleasant swirl of greatness. The cook, it seems, has been there for 40 years, perfecting her menu. It shows. This is mastery. Save your money, come to Key West and dine there. It’s almost worth the trip by itself. A really great way to celebrate my 5 ears anniversary with Ben (has it been this long already?)
I did go to the pier to shoot the sunset. What a circus. There must have been 100 people, on a little corner of a pier (about the only place where you can get an non-obstructed view of the ocean) and as many cameras clicking away. It was like a press conference or a runway show. I was wise to arrive an hour early. The ultimate downfall of Key West I find, apart from the geriatrics taking over the city and the fees to view historical places ($12 per head to walk around Hemingway’s house? really? I’d rather save and go back to Marquesa) is how every inch of real estate is built and used, and walking around becomes a bit suffocating. The city unfortunately is not photogenic at all because of this. You can never get a clean shot without having tons of distracting elements all over the place. The beautiful houses, for instance, are built very close to the street and are hidden by unkempt trees, garbage cans, electric wires and posts, cars, signs and more. Insane. Hotels may appear huge in the adds, but in reality they’re a bunch of small buildings tightly built next to one another with minuscule pools. The beach at the Hyatt is a joke: slightly larger than a kid’s sand box. I refer here to the historic district of course as I haven’t been to the family-mall area.
Well, the next three days will be non stop driving with pit stops to sleep and eat. I guess we’ll hop from one Cracker Barrel to the next: as far as fast food goes, that was the best we found.
Caught part of the State of the Union speech last night – yes, even here in Canada. I had worked on my text study until 10, and then flipped on the TV – oh! The President!
I missed most/all discussion on health care. I heard Pres. Obama talk in a more centrist fashion, as though trying to give the impression of not being an extreme liberal…perhaps the Democrats are afraid of losing a ton of seats in November, given Sen. Brown being elected in Massachusetts.
One of my least favorite statements of his was that he wanted to repeal “don’t ask, don’t tell” and instead allow openly gay soldiers in our military. I’m not one to comment on such an idea – I’ll comment on homosexuality as a sin that goes against God’s created order – but I don’t have the expertise to comment on homosexuals in the military.
However, our military leaders do have that expertise. And when he said he’d repeal “don’t ask, don’t tell” – the Fox News shot of the Joint Chiefs of Staff showed them sitting there like stones, not moving (and looking quite dour) while the left side of Congress erupted in applause.
It appears they don’t agree with our President’s idea.
As with all presidents, Mr. Obama also has some excellent speechwriters. His delivery – eh, I could’ve done without the constant sound of him folding his hands on the lectern every time he got to the end of a sentence. He still has that tendency to look down his nose at people, giving the impression of condescension or narcissism. He certainly tried to re-cast himself as inspiring new hope and change, as well as giving the impression of moving toward the center a little bit. He called out politics as normal (tearing down the other guy) and certainly won some points with the American people by criticizing both sides of the aisle…but I’m glad the Republicans are still working against that horrendous health care bill.
And those speechwriters? You can see right through his closing paragraph, with its highfalutin language and broad literary strokes – but it still gave me chills. That part kinda irritated me, because I knew it was just speechmaking and political games – a grand crescendo to the end of the speech. I don’t like feeling manipulated, especially by someone whose agenda (I believe) is not in the best interest of the country.
According to Toyota, production of eight models at six North American assembly plants will be stoped for the week of Feb. 1. The models represented 57 percent of Toyota’s 2009 US sales, according to the Wall Street Journal which represets some of America’s best-selling models( Camry and Corolla).
Toyota Cars have the problemsto (to be recalled or subject to a sales suspension):
• RAV4 (2009-10 models)
• Corolla (2009-10)
• Camry (2007-10)
• Matrix hatchback (2009-10)
• Avalon large sedan (2005-10)
• Highlander crossover (2010)
• Tundra pickup (2007-10)
• Sequoia large SUV (2008-10)
The reason for recall is due to problems with gas pedal mechanisms that may cause the accelerator to get stuck, triggering sudden acceleration. Toyota is considering a recall of 2 million cars in Europe, as well.
Tại New York nơi tôi đang sống người Trung Quốc rất mạnh, là cộng đồng người Á Châu nổi bật nhất, có tới 3 chợ Tàu rất lớn, mỗi chợ hơn 200,000 người Tàu sanh sống và buôn bán.
Người Việt Nam rất yếu. Chợ Việt Nam nằm ở phố Tàu. Các quán ăn Việt Nam, các tiệm thực phẩm đều nằm ở các chợ Tàu. Trụ sở Cộng Đồng Việt Nam New York đặt tại phố Tàu, mỗi lần họp hay tổ chức này nọ, đều thường hay tổ chức ở chợ Tàu..
Có một lúc chủ tịch Cộng Đồng Việt Nam cũng là người Tàu luôn. Ông ta tuyên bố với báo chí Tàu đại khái, tôi là người Trung Quốc, nhưng là chủ tịch cộng đồng Việt Nam. Lời tuyên bố gây phẫn nộ, và nhiều người Việt Nam đã lật đổ ông xuống
New York nơi tôi đang sống vui lắm. Có lần người Việt Nam tổ chức Tết Trung Thu, tổ chức ngay ở chợ Tàu, trong Trung Tâm dưỡng lão của người Tàu, vô Trung Tâm tôi thấy toàn là người Trung Quốc sinh hoạt với nhau đánh cờ, hàn huyên. Tới lúc trình diễn ca nhạc, hát màn hai bà Trưng liều mình cứu quốc, ngó xung quanh toàn là người Tàu, thấy cũng vui lắm..
New York rất đáng yêu, có rất nhiều chuyện hay, vui, đáng xem. Trong entry trước, chúng tôi đã chia sẻ với các bạn nhiều hình ảnh chợ Tàu vùng Manhattan, là chợ lớn nhất New York. Trong entry nầy, xin giới thiệu với các bạn chợ Tàu Flushing và chợ Đại Hàn cách nhà tôi khoảng 15 phút lái xe…
Những ngày buồn không biết làm gì, hai vợ chồng chúng tôi thường xuống Flushing ăn mì, hủ tiếu, hoặc phở, la cà xem người qua lại, nghe mấy chú ba Tàu xí xô xí xào, cũng vui cả buổi. (Sẽ bổ túc sau. Các bạn tự do chép lại bài trong Blog. Tuy nhiên xin các bạn nhớ đề tên tác giả và đường link của bài hoặc Blog. Cảm ơn nhiều.).
Khu chợ Tàu Flushing:
Ông vua Tàu nầy nằm vỏng, uống nước juice, có vẻ hạnh phúc quá. Hình chụp một bảng quảng cáo ở khu chợ Tàu Flushing. 34 năm trước, lúc chúng tôi về ở khu nầy, người Tàu chỉ có vài người thôi, bây giờ họ đông quá sức, không thấy người Mỷ trắng Mỷ đen đâu cả, chỉ thấy người Tàu, và Á đông đến đây ăn uống, đi chợ và mua sắm..
Bạn có thấy nhà hàng Việt Nam bên kia đường không, tiệm phở Bằng, và một tiệm phở nữa vừa mới mở.. Những lúc buồn, làm biếng nấu nướng, hai vợ chồng chúng tôi thường xuống đây ăn sáng, cơm tắm xường bì chả, phở, bún thịt nướng chả giò.., đở nhớ nhà. Đặc biệt tô phở lớn, và nhiều thịt hơn mấy tô phở được ăn ở Saigon và Hà Nội, lúc chúng tôi về thăm quê hương..?
Quang cảnh chợ Tàu Flushing New York. Mall mới giống Tây Phương hơn Tàu
Khu chợ Đại Hàn:
Xem phim Đại Hàn, đặc biệt phim “Nước mắt Trường Kim”, làm chúng tôi thèm muốn tìm hiểu thức ăn Đại Hàn và văn hóa nước nầy. Sống ở New York, chúng tôi mở rộng tư tưởng, không giam hảm mình trong một chủng tộc, một nền văn hóa, một loại thức ăn nào.. Chúng tôi có thể ăn bouillabaisse của Pháp, ăn thức ăn Tàu, Đại Hàn, Nhật, Nga, Afghatistan, Ấn Độ, Mả Lai.. Các bạn vùng xa đến thăm chúng tôi rất thích ăn tiệm Mả Lai, món cà ri đặc biệt, khác hẳn nơi họ sinh sống..
Elf
d. Jon Favreau / USA / 2003 / 97 mins
Viewed on: Film 4 (UK)
I know that, for most people, Will Ferrell is probably a bit of an acquired taste, but alongside Bad Santa (2003), Elf is easily the best Christmas film of recent years, and like all good Christmas films, it remains watchable all year ’round. The reason this film works better than any other Ferrell vehicle before or since is, I think, precisely related to Ferrell’s comic persona and the worlds that are constructed around it.
Ferrell has built a massively successful career playing some of the most comically aloof, dim-witted characters in the history of Hollywood cinema. And when not burdened by sub-par writing or inadequate supporting casts, the chief obstacle for the successful translation of Ferrell’s ‘fish-out-of-water’ characters is the difficulty faced by audiences in having to reconcile the extreme awkwardness of these caricatures with the worlds in which they live.
From this perspective, Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy (2004) is successful precisely because Ferrell’s title character was an acute representation of the circles in which he moved, at odds with his wider working environment whilst reflecting certain aspects of modern society. Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby (2006), on the other hand, was a mixed success because the character of Ricky Bobby was placed way too deeply within a heavily caricatured world. In short, it was hard to determine where Ferrell’s character ended and the ‘real world’ began.
Indeed, finding the right balance for Ferrell’s characters can mean the difference between a hilarious success and a unmitigatedly unfunny disaster. Because of the central contrivance of Elf – a human child accidentally collected by Santa Claus from an orphanage and raised as an elf in the North Pole – Ferrell’s typically dim comic persona makes complete sense precisely because he is transplanted directly into the ‘real’ world.
So when Ferrell’s elf, Buddy, walks out into the middle of a New York street and his upended by a taxi, it’s funny not just because it is unexpected, but because it is perfectly in keeping with the naïvety of a character who, in all likelihood, has never before encountered those funny little yellow mechanical monsters.
Police in the north Brazilian state of Amapa have unearthed a cache with 450 kg of enriched uranium ore, a dangerous mineral used for nuclear arms production.
The operation to seize radioactive material was a result of four-month work by investigators, who found a bag of pitchblende on Friday in a remote area of tropical rainforest.
Pitchblende, or uraninite, is an extremely radioactive mineral used as a major component for the production of fuel for nuclear power plants and nuclear arms.
An investigation is underway.
Brazil’s nuclear capabilities are considered the most advanced in Latin America. The country runs its sole nuclear power plant, Angra, with two reactors, and a third is under construction.
So I’ve finally caught up on blogging about my trip back home. Now it’s time for me to talk about what I’ve been doing in the City of Angels (Los Angeles for any snails out there).
My friend H is leaving for Italy this Sunday. She’s studying abroad in Rome for a whole semester which means I’m not going to get to see her for another 4 months at best…12 months at worst.
We decided to go grab some ramen in Little Tokyo.
Bit of an ugly view of Little Tokyo. It's much nicer when the weather is sunny.
It’s the perfect foil to a wet and stormy day in Los Angeles. For whatever reason, this week has welcomed torrential rain. I’m not gonna lie, getting wet really isn’t my thing. I moved to LA for a reason. So the next best thing to not having right I suppose, is a nice bowl of steaming hot Japanese noodles. Plus I love Little Tokyo. It’s not very authentic Japanese. In fact, you’re much more likely to see a bunch of corporate folks in suits, Latinos, Caucasians etc than you are Japanese. But I love coming here because it’s a sweet little haven away from USC, and only a 10 minute ride on the freeway (motorway for my kiwi readers). It’s so nice getting a break from USC which can be a stuff hole sometimes. And this reminds me a bit of my Asian heritage even though Japanese does not equal Chinese (yes this is a big deal to me).
H & I make it through the 110N (yes there’s traffic even at 11am) and arrive at Daikokuya. I planned it out so we’d be there super early to get a table instead of waiting for an hour and a half (yes, it’s true that was the longest I’ve ever waited…and no it wasn’t during meal time, it was 11pm; so yes this place is CRAZY). Or sitting at the bar (not a fan either).
Daikokuya. Relatively calm before the storm of people plow in
We order. They serve us in 5 minutes (gotta love the service). We chow down. And the ramen is sooooooooo good. It hits my stomach and makes me feel all warm and cozy inside. The restaurant isn’t packed either which makes eating and chatting so much easier. I love the taste of the fragrant broth coupled with the just-chewy-without-being-a-paste noodles. My perfect texture.
Steaming bowl of goodness
By the time we’re done it’s 12pm and there’s a line blocking the door and a few folks lingering around. Sucks to be them standing in the rain. We walk over a few stores to Fugetsu-Do Sweet Shop which has been sitting in Little Tokyo for over 100 years. They handmake and sell the most sweetly delicious mochi in LA. Their offerings are so beautiful and delicate it’s almost hard to resist eating them…almost.
Later we head off to Yogurtland. But I’ll leave the post for frozen yoghurt for a nice warm day.
NEWS Volunteers in Haiti take a breath, find time to cry By Arthur Brice, CNN
January 22, 2010 6:49 p.m. EST
Port-au-Prince, Haiti (CNN) — Like many people who have done their time in Haiti, Gary Garner needs a good cry.
In the past five days, the Salt Lake City, Utah, physician has held a dying man in his arms and amputated more fingers and toes than he can remember. Now, he needs a rest.
Friday found him on the tarmac at the Port-au-Prince airport, searching for a way back to a normal life.
“We’re going to go home and cry,” Garner said in a low voice.
Then quietly, gently, with the suffering showing in his eyes as he looks away, he starts to cry. The pain can’t wait for home.
Elizabeth Bellino couldn’t wait either. The New Orleans, Louisiana, pediatrician sat in her car Friday and wept because doctors at another nation’s hospital would not accept a truckload of food and water from her. Nor would they let her pick up patients to take back to the University of Miami field hospital, where she’s been volunteering this week.
“It’s so frustrating,” Bellino said afterward. “Why would they do that?”
There’s much crying in Haiti. There’s certain to be more once caregivers and others get home.
For now, though, the work continues.
Bellino had an increasing patient load at the hospital, located in a dusty field adjacent to the Aeroport International Toussaint L’Ouverture. A 5.9-magnitude aftershock Wednesday had given her new patients.
Even though Garner was trying to figure out how to get home, he still kept tending to patients being brought to a landing zone in three private helicopters.
Those helicopters belong to Utah businessman Jeremy Johnson, who offered to take a medical team to Haiti after last week’s 7.0-magnitude earthquake killed tens of thousands and injured thousands more.
Garner was a last-minute addition to a team put together by financial adviser Craig Nelson, a neighbor in Utah.
Nelson had been to Haiti on a Mormon mission 20 years ago, along with Steve Hansen and Chuck Peterson, now both Utah physicians. When Nelson heard about the earthquake, he decided they needed to go. Hansen and Peterson readily agreed.
They were dropped off Monday at the coastal city of Leogane, nearly 20 miles (30 kilometers) west of Port-au-Prince. The city was at the epicenter of last week’s earthquake, and some reports say up to 90 percent of Leogane’s buildings were damaged or destroyed.
The U.S. doctors were among the first caregivers to arrive and were later joined by teams from Cuba, Germany, Canada and other nations. Unlike what happened to Bellino in Port-au-Prince, everyone got along fine in Leogane.
“It was like the United Nations of medical work,” said Nelson.
“There were no nationalities,” Garner said.
They treated about 300 patients. The medicine was often rudimentary because of a lack of supplies.
One doctor used a Leatherman tool to amputate a man’s lower leg. Doctors also used a rack from the back of a bicycle as a makeshift orthopedic splint, screwing it into the patient’s leg bones.
The days were long, bleeding deep into the night. Sleep lasted three or four hours.
“We worked until our headlamps ran out of batteries and then people would bring us batteries,” Garner said.
“You can sleep when you’re dead,” he said. “And I’ll have plenty of time to sleep this weekend.”
Is it possible that the last known Jaguar in the United States has been killed by a government employee? This could indeed be the case according to news reports out of the United States.
The Jaguar was caught in Arizona and released with a radio tag. However, the animal was soon found to be in poor health and was captured again and put down. It would seem that injuries sustained in the original capture of the Jaguar led to its death and the possible extinction of the Jaguar in the United States and certainly within Arizona. The capture of the Jaguar appears to have been in violation of the Endangered Species Act.
The 2010 Audi A3 TDI has been named Green Car Journal’s 2010 Green Car of the Year®.
The clean diesel from Audi rose to the top in a stellar field of hybrids and advanced diesel models that all offer exceptional fuel economy and low emissions. This marks the second year in a row that a clean diesel vehicle has taken the top prize.
The groundbreaking TDI®® 2.0 engine available in the A3 delivers 140 hp and 236 lb-ft of torque, yet achieves an EPA-estimated 42 mpg highway fuel economy that is the best of any luxury car sold in America. That means the Audi A3 TDI®® achieve 50% better fuel economy than a comparable gasoline engine.
The Green Car of the Year® jury, comprised of six environmental and automotive experts along with Green Car Journal editors, selected the 2010 Audi A3 TDI from a field of five finalists that also included the Honda Insight, Mercury Milan Hybrid, Toyota Prius and VW Golf TDI.
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C’è un fotografo che ha rappresentato uno dei punti di riferimento per il fotogiornalismo. E’ Walker Evans.
Nato a Saint Louis nel 1903, dopo gli studi ed alcuni tentativi di diventare scrittore, si dedicò alla fotografia ed in particolare al reportage.
Le sue immagini dei luoghi e delle persone colpite dalla Grande Depressione che negli anni ‘30 si abbattè sugli Stati Uniti lo hanno reso famoso, insieme alle foto che scattò a Cuba proprio durante la rivolta contro Machado 1933.
Le espressioni e le atmosfere colte ne fecero uno dei maggiori interpreti della cosiddetta “straight photography”, il movimento di “fotografia diretta” che nella prima metà del novecento gettò le basi per lo sviluppo del fotogiornalismo e della fotografia di reportage.
Bud Fields and his family, Alabama - Copyright 1935 Walker Evans
I sostenitori della straight photography si proponevano una rappresentazione della realtà che fosse il meno possibile manipolata da tecniche o artifici, questo al fine di creare delle immagini che fossero in grado di trasmettere con realismo ed efficacia tutta la realtà e la drammaticità dei soggetti ritratti.
E’ proprio questo l’atteggiamento rilevabile nei reportage realizzati da Evans nell’America della Grande Depressione.
I luoghi e le persone sono ritratte con uno stile volutamente diretto, non mediato, spesso in un modo che non è difficile giudicare crudo.
Sta qui la sua forza, la sua capacità di scegliere i soggetti e le inquadrature in un modo che trasmette con forza all’osservatore tutte le difficoltà di quel momento.
Evans ha lasciato una traccia profonda e rimane tutt’oggi una costante fonte di ispirazione per tanti fotografi di reportage in attività.
Some Audrius Butkevičius , ex minister of defence of the new made Lithuania, have native relations with Marina Berlusconi, Andrey Kozuchov ( faced as Al Waleed Bin Talal in Saudi Arabia), Anatoliy Mechrencev ( with new name William Headcock Webster), Michail Borschevskiy – Barschevskiy ( Russian government private barrister), Vitaliy Yaroshevskiy from my class and school and Andrey Piankov – from my class and school too ( Laima Kubiliene – ex Piankova, sister of that Andrey) many year’s in Lithuania has some computer, which to his words was stolen. That computer – as a control and connector with me. Who decided to robbed me and to put such savaging installation inside my own head and body?
Now in some firm Teleperformance ( as a cash- bank Millennium with stolen from my own bank account financies) prostitute from night club Platinum Galina Mostowaya seating at that computer – pressing me, squealing, and living at my own uterus as in her native home.
That minister of defence have interesting education- he is gynecologic. Who decided that I must have such interesting installation in my own uterus?
That Audrius originally from Georgia and many years lived in Sverdlovsk. More, have connections with my adopting family.
That Audrius have connection’s with CIA and Lithuanian independence – in any words robbering my own inheritance in Lithuania ( to killing in 13 January 1991). From 1987 some William Webster or Anatoliy Mechrencev from Sverdlovsk was the director of CIA.
With native relations with that Webster that Audrius Butkevicius lived in the flat in which as ex owner was regisrated some Nikolay Caplin – ex Nikolay Cibin ( ex Nikolay Ognev). That Ognev with his wife Evgeniya and daughter Elena lived in my own appartment, which was given for me and my new trustee’s( later new made adopting family) in Sverdlovsk in 1961 – Malisheva- Belinskogo as a security. More- that Ognev have ex name and surname Aleksandr Bondarev. And was native father of prostitute Natalia Bondarenko-Lopatinskaya- now faced as Dalia Grybauskaite in Lithuania.
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“Avicenna. Horseman without head but in saddle. Leon Panetta- Leon, Pan not that. Russian friends from GRU, FBI, CIA, Mossad. Hereditary Nazy and Rada Adzubey. USSR and Wojsko Radzecko” wordpress.com
In the past couple of weeks I’ve been deleting my New York Times e-mail notifications. There’s been nothing there but too many dead people and uncontrollable looting in Haiti. Both the NY Times and CNN have been reporting on the same story: there are way too many bodies (and body parts) to actually count the numbers of the deceased. Nobody cares to ask who died anymore or how, people are more concerned with keeping themselves alive. It’s tragic, the way natural disasters are, it’s like deja vu every single time. You know it’s the same thing all over again, whether it’s in America, Asia, or the Caribbean Islands, the words earthquake, Tsunami, volcano… etc… always bring back the same feelings of pity. We feel sorry for the people suffering, for their dead, and for their troubles. We may donate money and supplies through relief and aid organizations, but, at the end of the day, feeling sorry is all there is to do.
It’s either that, of course, or we could simply create our own disasters and distractions.
In the middle of deleting e-mails about the Haiti hype, and going through some articles, one headline caught my eye: “Kabul Attack Shows Resilience of Afghan Militants.”
Really, it just makes me so angry. After my last rant about Afghanistan, I’ve been obsessed with the idea of helping out. Of course I’m aware that it’s not the only place on earth in need, help is needed everywhere, but Afghanistan just touched a nerve, I don’t know why I feel so strongly about it, but it’s become so personal now. The Taliban just drive me crazy.
People are dying everywhere and the Taliban continue to kill their own. They’re not attacking the government, no, they’re attacking their own country men, women, and children. That is murder if you ask me. By the time they are done with all their suicide missions there won’t be any Afghanis left to populate the country they are so eager to rule. Oh and yes, they are doing all of this in the name of Islam, because they are such diligent Muslims who are performing their duties faithfully, because their suicide missions are jihad and it will get them to heaven. Yeah Right.
I’m not saying that I know how God will judge them come judgement day, but people are not blind to the fact that what they are doing has ulterior motives like political power and wealth. I feel sorry for the people who believe that this is what the Islamic faith is all about; destruction, suicide bombings, and bearded men. Yet I don’t blame them for thinking the way they do. Us Muslims do not project a very good image of ourselves, and worst of all, whoever of us knows the reality of it, never tries to rectify the situation.
I have my own beliefs as a Muslim but I never try to enforce my beliefs on other people, whether or not they believe in a deity is their business. We should not judge other people because we don’t have the right, and it is not our job to force people into certain belief systems or faiths, to each his own. How are they not to call us terrorists if, in the bigger picture, that is all we do?