I was fortunate to visit it a few more times, and also visit Hong Kong, Singapore, Manila, Paris. I visited New York, Louisville and my cousins in Canada.
I did and yet did not know how incredibly lucky I was and good friends of my parents and some relatives helped out. Even though we had green card applications, we still were able to get tourist visas to visit as the Consulate had confidence we would return, which we did.
So it was in 85 we got the green card and then in 1986 went to the USA to actually work. (People are banging car doors now, for some reason, and now simulating a drive off).
In California, we moved to a nice cheery apartment called Stanford Villa, where I moved from to go to Boston, but my sister stayed on for another year or maybe more and incredible as it may seem, Condi Rice's Dad lived in the same complex and my sister now recalls being introduced and talking to Condi at her Dad's invitation more than once.
In Boston, I only had a short lined rain coat and it snowed the first week I was there and lo and behold, when the administrative assistant in the office kindly took me around for apartment hunting from a student list, I noticed the Beacon Hill thrift store and saw a lovely looking grey coat which they told me was all of $10. I think I had them wrap it and took it away joyously.
I looked for the Beacon Hill thrift store, this year when I visited Boston, but I was too coughing and too poor and my knee hurt and it was all I could do to attend the Cancer Conference for which I had paid a lot of money and try to recuperate in my expensive hotel room at the Fairmont, at which the entire afternoons and nights were filled with the sounds of doors banging and at least one lady and several men banged doors frequently when I was in the dining lounge or using a computer.
So though I was anxious to re acquaint myself with Boston, where I had got my start, I barely made it to Newberry Street and ate twice at Paparazzo, which I thought was terrific.
Some loads of people made flash mobs, at least 5 or 6 on a couple of days, which scared me, and annoyed me too and I alternately laughed at them or hid from them, till they went away and then I made my way to Walgreen or the restaurants as the case may be.
It did not go anywhere and that may be what they called a Missed Opportunity, I will never know. Opportunity for what I never found out.
I also met a colleague of mine from Mt Sinai in NY and only had a half hour in the lunch break and we met on Boylston and walked back to the Starbucks in the ground floor back of the hotel and basically I just told him my sorrows but again did not take any Opportunities if those were what I was supposed to take.
I will tell you more about my days in New York and Louisiana, so you can decide which of the Americas I belong in and now of course, I am in India, basically being supported by my Dad and sister and being helped out by my ex who helps me with registrations and mail in the USA and like now, cash infusions to help me take care of health issues and technical stuff which we both hope will increase my functionality and productivity.
Bye Bye
Sunday, December 23, 2007
By the time you realize there are many Americas, you are already in the America which is hard to escape
I cant exactly claim that, becoz lettsee, I went to America for the first time when I was 16 or so, in 1974.
I think my Indian parents exceedingly brave and they managed to save and pay cash for our trips, the 4 of us, and took us to New York, Buffalo, San Francisco and Los Angeles and oh yes, from Buffalo to Niagara Falls, with the help of kind friends, who they had good relations with.
In the 70s, people had more free time and willingness to ferry visitors around, I dont know if that is the case now.
We saw the UN, the Rockettes, although it was with an Easter Bunny, not a Christmas Show, so I think they were Rockettes, and Niagara Falls and Disneyland in California. Also Muir Woods, Monterey, Sausalito and San Juan Capistrano with the help of an uncle of mine and his wife.
My Parents got their green cards in the late 70s or 80s, I forget, and we got our greencards in 85. I get dates mixed up but it was 85 and then I came to work in USA in 1986, when I just filled out applications and mailed them snail mail, which wasnt even a term. I lived in Palo Alto in a small windy apartment on Alma Street and rode the bus to Stanford University, which was kind enough to offer visiting privileges to their library based on my ID card from India or maybe just on my saying I was a doctor and I looked up the advertisements in Science and Nature magazine and sent my home built CV which my uncle did on his old MS-Dos machine, or maybe it was a Mac, and then I xeroxed at Kinko.
So that is how I got my first job in Boston, which I flew to cross country to interview at and accept.
I think my Indian parents exceedingly brave and they managed to save and pay cash for our trips, the 4 of us, and took us to New York, Buffalo, San Francisco and Los Angeles and oh yes, from Buffalo to Niagara Falls, with the help of kind friends, who they had good relations with.
In the 70s, people had more free time and willingness to ferry visitors around, I dont know if that is the case now.
We saw the UN, the Rockettes, although it was with an Easter Bunny, not a Christmas Show, so I think they were Rockettes, and Niagara Falls and Disneyland in California. Also Muir Woods, Monterey, Sausalito and San Juan Capistrano with the help of an uncle of mine and his wife.
My Parents got their green cards in the late 70s or 80s, I forget, and we got our greencards in 85. I get dates mixed up but it was 85 and then I came to work in USA in 1986, when I just filled out applications and mailed them snail mail, which wasnt even a term. I lived in Palo Alto in a small windy apartment on Alma Street and rode the bus to Stanford University, which was kind enough to offer visiting privileges to their library based on my ID card from India or maybe just on my saying I was a doctor and I looked up the advertisements in Science and Nature magazine and sent my home built CV which my uncle did on his old MS-Dos machine, or maybe it was a Mac, and then I xeroxed at Kinko.
So that is how I got my first job in Boston, which I flew to cross country to interview at and accept.
So John Edwards and Mitt Romney are the 2 millionaires in the presidential race, NYT did a report on them
Also, CNN had a clip of John Edwards surrounded by genuine looking pinched Middle Class.
I understand what he is saying about the 2 Americas, but most Americans feel solidarity with everyone, so that 2 Americas talk can sound shallow and weird.
We get it, it is not like everyone runs a hedge fund of 800 million and joins Citibank in their early 50s and becomes the CEO in 6 months.
There are many Indias just like there are many Americas.
The point is which America is gonna show up to vote, and John Edwards rich boy looks and fake accent, even though he is from the South, his accent sounds weird, and he looks like a rich beltway boy, which Al Gore was but never looked like, and it is hard to see populists voting for him. I think Hillary or Barack will get the primary votes. Bill Richardson is running for Secretary of State apparently, he dont talk about Somalia or Assam or the piracy on the high seas and persuasion dont always get everywhere.
As for Mitt Romney, money still looks like he will be President, those who turn up to vote for him will be the anxious Middle Class that want small government, who dont want to support a bigger safety net and who want lower taxes, becoz they have confidence in their own ability to save and plan and prepare for their own future.
I understand what he is saying about the 2 Americas, but most Americans feel solidarity with everyone, so that 2 Americas talk can sound shallow and weird.
We get it, it is not like everyone runs a hedge fund of 800 million and joins Citibank in their early 50s and becomes the CEO in 6 months.
There are many Indias just like there are many Americas.
The point is which America is gonna show up to vote, and John Edwards rich boy looks and fake accent, even though he is from the South, his accent sounds weird, and he looks like a rich beltway boy, which Al Gore was but never looked like, and it is hard to see populists voting for him. I think Hillary or Barack will get the primary votes. Bill Richardson is running for Secretary of State apparently, he dont talk about Somalia or Assam or the piracy on the high seas and persuasion dont always get everywhere.
As for Mitt Romney, money still looks like he will be President, those who turn up to vote for him will be the anxious Middle Class that want small government, who dont want to support a bigger safety net and who want lower taxes, becoz they have confidence in their own ability to save and plan and prepare for their own future.
So this is what the pinched Middle Class is pinched about
the rich are richer, more secure and have infinitely higher buying power and the poor are needier, often more industrious and more deserving.
As I sat in the garden of my apartment, the itinerant workers were laying bricks and cement in the driveway of the yard that has been undergoing repair and renovation these past few weeks. Before that for at least a couple of months they were building a tank in the backyard and then repairing the inter property wall at the back of the property.
Their job is often ear splitting noisy and they seemed raucous and disruptive at first, but now they seem calmer and interactive in a more normal way.
They camp out wherever they work, often for several months, and have slowly encroached a back stairway out of the basement parking lot to set up camp cooking facilities.
They have become allies of my sister and me, against a visiting rowdy black cat who picks fights and beats up on the kittens and cat who we have kinda sorta adopted.
This is what pinches the middle class, is raises of salary and costs directly pinch the constrained resources of the middle class.
So I watched the workers laying down the bricks and cement in the front yard from a tree sheltered bench in the front garden, not having any solutions that I could see.
As I sat in the garden of my apartment, the itinerant workers were laying bricks and cement in the driveway of the yard that has been undergoing repair and renovation these past few weeks. Before that for at least a couple of months they were building a tank in the backyard and then repairing the inter property wall at the back of the property.
Their job is often ear splitting noisy and they seemed raucous and disruptive at first, but now they seem calmer and interactive in a more normal way.
They camp out wherever they work, often for several months, and have slowly encroached a back stairway out of the basement parking lot to set up camp cooking facilities.
They have become allies of my sister and me, against a visiting rowdy black cat who picks fights and beats up on the kittens and cat who we have kinda sorta adopted.
This is what pinches the middle class, is raises of salary and costs directly pinch the constrained resources of the middle class.
So I watched the workers laying down the bricks and cement in the front yard from a tree sheltered bench in the front garden, not having any solutions that I could see.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
When I mentioned Syria and Lebanon, I did not mean the strife or the polarization that they have, I simply
referred to their mix and more secularism among the population.
As far as Muslim countries are concerned, the choices are still very sparse to look for role models and it is a matter of feel your way forward.
Syria and Lebanon are both high risk countries and so is Iran right now.
It is better for changes to come from within.
As far as Muslim countries are concerned, the choices are still very sparse to look for role models and it is a matter of feel your way forward.
Syria and Lebanon are both high risk countries and so is Iran right now.
It is better for changes to come from within.
So I am really wondering why Bill Richardson is not more covered by the media, becoz his absence is pretty striking
I have no idea if this is media strategy to keep the spot light on 2 front runners who could KO each other, but not deliver the votes in a general election.
At this point, I feel that it is up in the air, but the chances are more that Obama or Clinton would lose to Mitt Romney in the general, I do not feel the Red States will trust them.
With Bill Richardson, there is a fighting chance becoz some of the Southern states could become pink bluish, becoz of his Southern Governorship.
But I am really surprised the Usual media have not touched him.
I think Mitt Romney will be a very scary president, with his lack of foreign policy experience, although I think he will try and get informed, a little more than say, Barack Obama.
Hillary, I am scared, might get pushed into being more pushy and hawkish than she needs to be like when she threatened to shoot down planes in the Sudan, thereby potentially jeopardizing countless mercy flights and aid carriers, who might run into the draconian policy, if it had been adopted.
With Richardson, the problem is that he might be too mild and be seen as a pushover, should militant Shia ism and militant Islamism start to rise.
Right now, countries that India trades with, Syria and Iran are not seen as threats, but in 20 years we have no idea the brand of militance that might emerge.
That is why it is actually important for Iran to show that it will become more like Syria and Lebanon, rather than like Saudi Arabia.
That is an issue completely separate from the nukes, and liberalization and democratization are of importance in reassuring the world that militance is not the choice. Of course it could emerge anyway, but let's go with liberalization and democratization.
At this point, I feel that it is up in the air, but the chances are more that Obama or Clinton would lose to Mitt Romney in the general, I do not feel the Red States will trust them.
With Bill Richardson, there is a fighting chance becoz some of the Southern states could become pink bluish, becoz of his Southern Governorship.
But I am really surprised the Usual media have not touched him.
I think Mitt Romney will be a very scary president, with his lack of foreign policy experience, although I think he will try and get informed, a little more than say, Barack Obama.
Hillary, I am scared, might get pushed into being more pushy and hawkish than she needs to be like when she threatened to shoot down planes in the Sudan, thereby potentially jeopardizing countless mercy flights and aid carriers, who might run into the draconian policy, if it had been adopted.
With Richardson, the problem is that he might be too mild and be seen as a pushover, should militant Shia ism and militant Islamism start to rise.
Right now, countries that India trades with, Syria and Iran are not seen as threats, but in 20 years we have no idea the brand of militance that might emerge.
That is why it is actually important for Iran to show that it will become more like Syria and Lebanon, rather than like Saudi Arabia.
That is an issue completely separate from the nukes, and liberalization and democratization are of importance in reassuring the world that militance is not the choice. Of course it could emerge anyway, but let's go with liberalization and democratization.
Still getting hopeful news from the Richardson campaign
but I havent seen it in the Usual Media, meaning MSN and NYT nor heard it on TV and I read the NYT at least a couple times on the mobile web, which I gotta say, moves faster than my dial up connection, so it is one of the news sites easy to read.
Others are BBC, google and Slate, although with google, after the first glance at a story clicking on the read online link often goes nowhere. With BBC and Slate, clicking on the read online or whole story link goes to the story, but I also have to pay a per 10 kbps charge, which adds up over 30 days and my phone reserve which I pay at the local restaurant managed by Iranian folks for the past 50 years or so.
So no real sight of Richardson on the news media, but I am hoping for him to pull off a nice surprise and make a surprise showing, becoz I really think Clinton and Obama come with plenty of baggage and negatives and Richardson has strong creds in diplomacy and executive as well government experience.
He is an hombre and a paisan and a brother, so those are triple advantages, this is the moment for us to root and support him, after the first couple of caucuses, it might well be moot.
Others are BBC, google and Slate, although with google, after the first glance at a story clicking on the read online link often goes nowhere. With BBC and Slate, clicking on the read online or whole story link goes to the story, but I also have to pay a per 10 kbps charge, which adds up over 30 days and my phone reserve which I pay at the local restaurant managed by Iranian folks for the past 50 years or so.
So no real sight of Richardson on the news media, but I am hoping for him to pull off a nice surprise and make a surprise showing, becoz I really think Clinton and Obama come with plenty of baggage and negatives and Richardson has strong creds in diplomacy and executive as well government experience.
He is an hombre and a paisan and a brother, so those are triple advantages, this is the moment for us to root and support him, after the first couple of caucuses, it might well be moot.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Bill Richardson people have been sending out encouraging email, pointing to a small rise around Thanksgiving and stuff like that
and I have to say the more I think about it, the better it seems that we really should have Bill as our candidate, whether he wins or not.
the point is Barack is too young, Bill Shaheen is right about the drug attacks but wrong about the impact becoz Barack came out with it himself and everyone now is re thinking the draconian drug thang.
But Barack is too young, maybe not as stupid as George Bush, but too young, his health plan is too timid and his foreign policy experience somehow suggests that in Somalia and Sudan and stuff, he may get it wrong and not get the nuances of Islamic creepy in Somalia and Islamic good or so so, kind of, and paradoxically may get the various militias all wrong.
So we should not be having these kinds of many fears about the next President, somehow I think mad Mitt Romney will get informed and also Bill Richardson.
Hillary is OK, but if a white chick is our candidate, our ethnic turnout will be abysmal.
so that's why I still prefer Bill Richardson, he has ethnic, but he has huge experience in Congress, at the UN, in foreign policy and now as an executive and governor.
so I am still rooting for Bill Richardson, that's all.
Bye bye
the point is Barack is too young, Bill Shaheen is right about the drug attacks but wrong about the impact becoz Barack came out with it himself and everyone now is re thinking the draconian drug thang.
But Barack is too young, maybe not as stupid as George Bush, but too young, his health plan is too timid and his foreign policy experience somehow suggests that in Somalia and Sudan and stuff, he may get it wrong and not get the nuances of Islamic creepy in Somalia and Islamic good or so so, kind of, and paradoxically may get the various militias all wrong.
So we should not be having these kinds of many fears about the next President, somehow I think mad Mitt Romney will get informed and also Bill Richardson.
Hillary is OK, but if a white chick is our candidate, our ethnic turnout will be abysmal.
so that's why I still prefer Bill Richardson, he has ethnic, but he has huge experience in Congress, at the UN, in foreign policy and now as an executive and governor.
so I am still rooting for Bill Richardson, that's all.
Bye bye
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Yeah, so Hughley the fabulous comedian let on how come Barack is so popular, apparently he is smart, successful and a first term Senator
and among his supporters people apparently figure, how could he screw up worse than Bush and I can think of a number of ways.
Of both him and Richardson, I would like to find out, what will you do if you find out Libya been double dealing us and Pakistan has more nukes, or they cant fight the Taliban by themselves, do ya have the cojones to deal with it or ya gonna send that Lionel Ritchie guy to sing Libya some songs.
I know they been seeing the light, Libya that is, every now and then, but what if the light fails to be seen.
What is ya plan for Saudi Arabia, North Africa and the high seas.
So ya see there is plenty that the left and right can screw up more than even George Bush, even if that looks appalling now, it can still happen.
And the economy can tank some more.
Right now, apparently we have to choose between a declining dollar or a recession, what a horrible choice.
And our friends are not buying dollars but shoring up their own currencies.
It's pitiful, of course they have a lot of help from the profligate ways of Bush.
Do either Mitt Romney or Giuliani know what to do about our mountain of debt.
Do they know about the declining dollar.
It's all very well asking Hillary about diamonds and pearls and the sad thing may be that for many Americans if this is how the treasury and debt mountain and coming recession is occurring the answer may not be both but neither is what they will have access to, while the Gulf States and South America and Asian tigers and even Europe, which dont have a minimum wage in many places but have plenty of millionaires, all these places will get plenty of diamonds and pearls.
Just saying.
No wonder I am so morose.
Of both him and Richardson, I would like to find out, what will you do if you find out Libya been double dealing us and Pakistan has more nukes, or they cant fight the Taliban by themselves, do ya have the cojones to deal with it or ya gonna send that Lionel Ritchie guy to sing Libya some songs.
I know they been seeing the light, Libya that is, every now and then, but what if the light fails to be seen.
What is ya plan for Saudi Arabia, North Africa and the high seas.
So ya see there is plenty that the left and right can screw up more than even George Bush, even if that looks appalling now, it can still happen.
And the economy can tank some more.
Right now, apparently we have to choose between a declining dollar or a recession, what a horrible choice.
And our friends are not buying dollars but shoring up their own currencies.
It's pitiful, of course they have a lot of help from the profligate ways of Bush.
Do either Mitt Romney or Giuliani know what to do about our mountain of debt.
Do they know about the declining dollar.
It's all very well asking Hillary about diamonds and pearls and the sad thing may be that for many Americans if this is how the treasury and debt mountain and coming recession is occurring the answer may not be both but neither is what they will have access to, while the Gulf States and South America and Asian tigers and even Europe, which dont have a minimum wage in many places but have plenty of millionaires, all these places will get plenty of diamonds and pearls.
Just saying.
No wonder I am so morose.
so it looks a lot like USA is gonna get ourselves a Mormon President in Mitt Romney,
here is the calculus, the right will not vote for Hillary, however hawkish she may be, they still hate Clinton and by now, he looks kinda sleazy even to me, and I was the biggest one to say he should not be impeached.
Barack Obama is good looking and now quite irate, along with the rest of the Dem pack who cannot shake Hillary from her perch and who have to live with her cute zingers.
But the right is not gonna vote for Barack, I doubt if Dems will vote for him either. Black people might, I should say Black Dems might, but he is too young and inexperienced and if it were John Lewis or Charlie Rangel it would be one thing, Congressmen we have known category, can you trust the country with, and the answer would be yes, Mr Paris Hilton, somehow I dont think so.
Hillary too is looking simultaneously too bookish and pre occupied with minutiae and too light hearted.
Also do any of the candidates know about the North Africa and Somalia situation.
Darfur is another, do they know it is the militia who are balking at signing the peace deal and the militia has a little habit of killing UN peacekeepers.
Just asking.
So that leaves the Republicans and out of Giuliani and a Mormon still married to his childhood sweetheart, who do ya think the South is gonna vote for.
A cross dressing, triple married gay rights advocate or the Mormon.
I ask you.
So that's how it is gonna be Mitt Romney, no wonder I have no interest and am sad all the time.
Does Mitt Romney know about North Africa and Somalia?
Do he know about Sudan and the militias.
I really wonder.
That all could be his undoing like 9.11 nearly undid the USA in 2001, becoz nobody was talking about Afghanistan in the 2000 election.
Morose, thas how I am.
Do any of them know Gwadar, the Indian Ocean and the Arabian Sea?
Just look at a map peeps and try to look at the situation with a few generals and why I am morose I dont even know how many of the USA generals know.
Bye bye
Barack Obama is good looking and now quite irate, along with the rest of the Dem pack who cannot shake Hillary from her perch and who have to live with her cute zingers.
But the right is not gonna vote for Barack, I doubt if Dems will vote for him either. Black people might, I should say Black Dems might, but he is too young and inexperienced and if it were John Lewis or Charlie Rangel it would be one thing, Congressmen we have known category, can you trust the country with, and the answer would be yes, Mr Paris Hilton, somehow I dont think so.
Hillary too is looking simultaneously too bookish and pre occupied with minutiae and too light hearted.
Also do any of the candidates know about the North Africa and Somalia situation.
Darfur is another, do they know it is the militia who are balking at signing the peace deal and the militia has a little habit of killing UN peacekeepers.
Just asking.
So that leaves the Republicans and out of Giuliani and a Mormon still married to his childhood sweetheart, who do ya think the South is gonna vote for.
A cross dressing, triple married gay rights advocate or the Mormon.
I ask you.
So that's how it is gonna be Mitt Romney, no wonder I have no interest and am sad all the time.
Does Mitt Romney know about North Africa and Somalia?
Do he know about Sudan and the militias.
I really wonder.
That all could be his undoing like 9.11 nearly undid the USA in 2001, becoz nobody was talking about Afghanistan in the 2000 election.
Morose, thas how I am.
Do any of them know Gwadar, the Indian Ocean and the Arabian Sea?
Just look at a map peeps and try to look at the situation with a few generals and why I am morose I dont even know how many of the USA generals know.
Bye bye
Monday, November 12, 2007
And in more sad news, a Buddha got blown up in Swat, very sad, only the Indian Newspapers are carrying it,
foreign newspapers and all only carrying Musharraf rathole crap.
SWAT Buddha is blown up from Times of India, who also I cant seem to avoid bashing, but I will link to other news sites if I can open their reports like NDTV and the Hindu which is a very good paper, even if it sounds like the CSM which is also a very good newspaper and non parochial.
from the TOI report
Swat, falling in Pakistan’s North West Frontier Province, has a priceless Buddhist heritage. The Harmarajika stupa in Taxila and Butkarha stupa in Swat were among the earliest stupas of Gandhara — an ancient kingdom consisting of modern-day Peshawar, Taxila, Swat and, according to some historians, parts of Kashmir. These stupas had been erected on the orders of Emperor Ashoka and contained real relics of the Buddha. The Gandhara school is credited with the first representation of the Buddha in human form.
They quote Visakha Desai and Adriana Prosper of Asia Society.
Please read the whole thing.
Here is the google news link
Day of sorrow and horror, Taliban just as big idiots now as in 2001.
Plus it shows that the NE was hinduist and Buddhist for a long time and Mooslams only showed up in the last 900 years, very interesting, wherever they show up, they try to eradicate all who went before, including like in Bali, where the johhnny come latelys try to eradicate all signs of the Hindu vibrant culture of half naked chicks, which is a proud heritage BTW.
In fact, the Pakistan web site for Sindh used to boast, I havent checked lately, but it used to boast that Sindh became MUSLIM in yadda yadda.
No mention of the forced migrations, arson and genocidal postures that eradicated Hindus and Sufis and Sikhs from Sindh and Punjab, not to mention a nasty jerry rigged, gerrymandered poll of sorts.
Just a reminder, peeps, we still suffering.
Bye bye
SWAT Buddha is blown up from Times of India, who also I cant seem to avoid bashing, but I will link to other news sites if I can open their reports like NDTV and the Hindu which is a very good paper, even if it sounds like the CSM which is also a very good newspaper and non parochial.
from the TOI report
Swat, falling in Pakistan’s North West Frontier Province, has a priceless Buddhist heritage. The Harmarajika stupa in Taxila and Butkarha stupa in Swat were among the earliest stupas of Gandhara — an ancient kingdom consisting of modern-day Peshawar, Taxila, Swat and, according to some historians, parts of Kashmir. These stupas had been erected on the orders of Emperor Ashoka and contained real relics of the Buddha. The Gandhara school is credited with the first representation of the Buddha in human form.
They quote Visakha Desai and Adriana Prosper of Asia Society.
Please read the whole thing.
Here is the google news link
Day of sorrow and horror, Taliban just as big idiots now as in 2001.
Plus it shows that the NE was hinduist and Buddhist for a long time and Mooslams only showed up in the last 900 years, very interesting, wherever they show up, they try to eradicate all who went before, including like in Bali, where the johhnny come latelys try to eradicate all signs of the Hindu vibrant culture of half naked chicks, which is a proud heritage BTW.
In fact, the Pakistan web site for Sindh used to boast, I havent checked lately, but it used to boast that Sindh became MUSLIM in yadda yadda.
No mention of the forced migrations, arson and genocidal postures that eradicated Hindus and Sufis and Sikhs from Sindh and Punjab, not to mention a nasty jerry rigged, gerrymandered poll of sorts.
Just a reminder, peeps, we still suffering.
Bye bye
OK, I was a little too grumpy with Roger Cohen, suddenly falling in love with Al Jazeera
To me, its a boring and tedious network and the chicks are hot, but annoying and the guys are not hot.
Besides, they hate America and always trying to do us in.
Ayrabs in general trying to do us in and the weak dollar and other problems becoz of Bush stupidity, in huge tax cuts, unrestrained military spending, inadequate infrastructure defense and yadda yadda
Still like I said, Murrica is guarantor of safety in 2 continental areas, plus keeps the ungrate Euros safe, who always wanna make money at our expense and also keeps the high seas safe from pirates, which BTW, you wont h ear on any network, I know, coz I have checked.
No great peans to the freed Japanese ship etc.
Still I love the US navy and have been telling it to hug the Indian navy.
Also I love DW becoz its hot guys liberated me from the fatty Charles Hadlock, I also still love bbc and cnn, so Jonathan Mann can chill out and relax by the pool, he is still hottie, but unfortunately Americanski starts a Charles Hadlock reaction in my compound, with fatties showing up to point and jiggle their paunchies and penii, which irritates me no end.
DW liberated me.
I am poor, very poor and this week cannot pay my bills.
I cant afford to bash Roger Cohen, becoz he gets a paycheck and I dont.
So there.
Bye bye.
Besides, they hate America and always trying to do us in.
Ayrabs in general trying to do us in and the weak dollar and other problems becoz of Bush stupidity, in huge tax cuts, unrestrained military spending, inadequate infrastructure defense and yadda yadda
Still like I said, Murrica is guarantor of safety in 2 continental areas, plus keeps the ungrate Euros safe, who always wanna make money at our expense and also keeps the high seas safe from pirates, which BTW, you wont h ear on any network, I know, coz I have checked.
No great peans to the freed Japanese ship etc.
Still I love the US navy and have been telling it to hug the Indian navy.
Also I love DW becoz its hot guys liberated me from the fatty Charles Hadlock, I also still love bbc and cnn, so Jonathan Mann can chill out and relax by the pool, he is still hottie, but unfortunately Americanski starts a Charles Hadlock reaction in my compound, with fatties showing up to point and jiggle their paunchies and penii, which irritates me no end.
DW liberated me.
I am poor, very poor and this week cannot pay my bills.
I cant afford to bash Roger Cohen, becoz he gets a paycheck and I dont.
So there.
Bye bye.
Roger Cohen falls in love or at least gets morbidly impressed with Al Jazeera
and the DW pals are gonna be cross with me for once again getting grumpy with an NYT columnist, but what can I say, it just calls out to be spanked a lot of the time, and ya only remember the ones ya need to spank
Dear Roger,
Your article makes a few good points, viz. Rumsfeld's dismissal of an important, even if likely to be, an enemy viewpoint and the lack of habeas corpus at Guantanamo, which was never intended to lock up cameramen but bonafide battlefield detainees, and even in that, within circumscribed parameters of war.
However, you offer no proof for your assertions and gloomy predictions.
The entire article is a series of assertions and gloomy predictions of which the one about American power is the most egregious.
While American power may have attenuated due to poor policies, you discount the importance that American power plays in stability on at least 2 continental areas and in addition to keeping Europe safe and now most lately keeping safe the high seas from notorious pirates off of the coast of Somalia.
If you had needed to make a case for Al Jazeera as one of the channels one should watch, particularly if one is a soldier, that is a circumscribed parameter.
I have watched it in foreign countries and found it tedious, wishfully opposed to the US and morbidly morose.
To me, they do not reflect the reality that the guarantor of physical safety is still the United States and that Arab states are still in turmoil from the threats within their own borders or that Iran is wilful in continuing to bash Israel and to suppress the legitimate aspirations of its own young people and of women.
I am thrilled the troops get to watch the channel of their choice, since we had heard dire rumors of military censorship, but I suspect it is for the same reason I watch certain Democrat bashing shows and read right leaning news, is to know what the enemy is banking on and what they are thinking.
Dear Roger,
Your article makes a few good points, viz. Rumsfeld's dismissal of an important, even if likely to be, an enemy viewpoint and the lack of habeas corpus at Guantanamo, which was never intended to lock up cameramen but bonafide battlefield detainees, and even in that, within circumscribed parameters of war.
However, you offer no proof for your assertions and gloomy predictions.
The entire article is a series of assertions and gloomy predictions of which the one about American power is the most egregious.
While American power may have attenuated due to poor policies, you discount the importance that American power plays in stability on at least 2 continental areas and in addition to keeping Europe safe and now most lately keeping safe the high seas from notorious pirates off of the coast of Somalia.
If you had needed to make a case for Al Jazeera as one of the channels one should watch, particularly if one is a soldier, that is a circumscribed parameter.
I have watched it in foreign countries and found it tedious, wishfully opposed to the US and morbidly morose.
To me, they do not reflect the reality that the guarantor of physical safety is still the United States and that Arab states are still in turmoil from the threats within their own borders or that Iran is wilful in continuing to bash Israel and to suppress the legitimate aspirations of its own young people and of women.
I am thrilled the troops get to watch the channel of their choice, since we had heard dire rumors of military censorship, but I suspect it is for the same reason I watch certain Democrat bashing shows and read right leaning news, is to know what the enemy is banking on and what they are thinking.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Iraq definitely getting better and looks like Bush claiming victory for his surge
but lemme ask, if the Democrat surrender monkeys were so adverse, then all year when winning Democrats have been bawling to bring the troops home, shouldnt the attacks have escalated.
Instead, they decreased, plus 2 meetings with Iranis occurred and plus, the American dollar has weakened and plus, the oil price has reached $100 or close.
So all the signs say, if they wanted to do us in, all they had to do was escalate, on the contrary, the let's get out and go home message has sunk in, Bush's return on success message has sunk in and they know to get us out, it has to get better.
Oh and freeing the 9 Irani diplomats is belated but wise.
Glad the Pentagon rethought that.
Kidnapping diplomats is an Old Pakistani trick btw and also the Taliban, we dont wanna be in that company, ok, right.
That's how it looks to me.
You tell me how it looks to you.
Bye bye
Instead, they decreased, plus 2 meetings with Iranis occurred and plus, the American dollar has weakened and plus, the oil price has reached $100 or close.
So all the signs say, if they wanted to do us in, all they had to do was escalate, on the contrary, the let's get out and go home message has sunk in, Bush's return on success message has sunk in and they know to get us out, it has to get better.
Oh and freeing the 9 Irani diplomats is belated but wise.
Glad the Pentagon rethought that.
Kidnapping diplomats is an Old Pakistani trick btw and also the Taliban, we dont wanna be in that company, ok, right.
That's how it looks to me.
You tell me how it looks to you.
Bye bye
Bush in no position to tell Musharraf anything, thas why Bush acting morbid, he fights with the Democrats all the time and this time even the rethugs
had to vote to over ride his veto.
Already Bush democrats lost in 2002, 2003 and thereafter. Buddy Hackett who said he would lay down his life for Bush, lost. Tim Hutchison, lost. Asa Hutchison lost. Brad Carson, lost, the Betty chick who ran against Mel martinez, lost, Jeanne Shaheen lost, Inez Tanenbaum, lost.
Mary Landrieu squeaked through only after she managed to mumble out some token resistance to Bush, ditto for Mark Pryor, who managed to say some tokenly resistant stuff.
2006 should have been a waker upper, the red states turned blue, and Dallas county judges won 42 of 42 vacancies.
True it could all change tomorrow.
But right now, Bush is only showing his obstinacy and stubbornness in funding all his Iraq boondoggles and waving a flag and hiding behind troops and vets.
Thas how it looks.
Bye bye
Already Bush democrats lost in 2002, 2003 and thereafter. Buddy Hackett who said he would lay down his life for Bush, lost. Tim Hutchison, lost. Asa Hutchison lost. Brad Carson, lost, the Betty chick who ran against Mel martinez, lost, Jeanne Shaheen lost, Inez Tanenbaum, lost.
Mary Landrieu squeaked through only after she managed to mumble out some token resistance to Bush, ditto for Mark Pryor, who managed to say some tokenly resistant stuff.
2006 should have been a waker upper, the red states turned blue, and Dallas county judges won 42 of 42 vacancies.
True it could all change tomorrow.
But right now, Bush is only showing his obstinacy and stubbornness in funding all his Iraq boondoggles and waving a flag and hiding behind troops and vets.
Thas how it looks.
Bye bye
musharraf in pakistan making an ever bigger ass of himself, now jailing that Bhutto chick in house arrest
Musharraf stupidity just keeps on digging a deeper ditch for himself.
Already he has totally denigrated Brand Pakistan, the only things worse than a Pakistani passport internationally, are prolly a Yemeni, Sudan or Somali passport, say Pakistan and people immediately think of moronic jihadis nutcases.
Nobody wanna them, he has not grasped that his 2 timing game of paying lip service to international community and secretly funding and arming jihadis has led to this denigrated state of affairs.
That is why moderates are aghast, these are not moderates who love India, btw, in Pakistan, even moderates hate us.
They are aghast becoz they know their country is a rathole of terro and that their passports are denigrated in every western country and their standard of living is undermined by the growing anarchy.
Musharraf is finished.
He has denigrated the judiciary and filled the bench with a laughing stock of sock puppets and he continues to act like a moron and asshole.
What to say, it all looks bad for them.
Even if Bhutto is released and leads election, there is no guarantee she will not immediately kiss mullah butt and start bawling about Kaaaaaaashmir, just like moronic Musharraf does.
They are a mess, and a horror to be a neighbor of.
Thas all.
Bye bye.
Already he has totally denigrated Brand Pakistan, the only things worse than a Pakistani passport internationally, are prolly a Yemeni, Sudan or Somali passport, say Pakistan and people immediately think of moronic jihadis nutcases.
Nobody wanna them, he has not grasped that his 2 timing game of paying lip service to international community and secretly funding and arming jihadis has led to this denigrated state of affairs.
That is why moderates are aghast, these are not moderates who love India, btw, in Pakistan, even moderates hate us.
They are aghast becoz they know their country is a rathole of terro and that their passports are denigrated in every western country and their standard of living is undermined by the growing anarchy.
Musharraf is finished.
He has denigrated the judiciary and filled the bench with a laughing stock of sock puppets and he continues to act like a moron and asshole.
What to say, it all looks bad for them.
Even if Bhutto is released and leads election, there is no guarantee she will not immediately kiss mullah butt and start bawling about Kaaaaaaashmir, just like moronic Musharraf does.
They are a mess, and a horror to be a neighbor of.
Thas all.
Bye bye.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
One more plug for daily KOS, and it is a phone jamming scandal in New Hampshire
I remember the 2002 election well and supported Jeanne Shaheen, but when she lost, I believed it was becoz she was too cozy in support of Bush and I felt people had already started rejecting him, but Jeanne was all over my President Bush.
So like in other places where Bushite Dems got walloped by Bushite Rethugs, partly becoz those who were Bushite voted thug and partly becoz Dems who were anti Bush refused to vote for their side, this happened.
I give you Inez Tannenbaum, Chris John, and a bunch of others, I used to have their names down pat, but I have been through a lot and now cant recall, but it was 5 Senators who got busted becoz of their pro Bushie stance.
Mary Landrieu squeaked through in 2003 becoz people bawled at her to say something, anything anti Bush and she finally bawled something about the sugar and ditto Mark Pryor we had to practically beg him to say something, even mildly about standing up to Bush.
So I thought it was Jeanne Shaheen's Bush butt kissing, boy am I gonna hear it on that, NYT already loathes me, but what can I say.
Apparently rethugs in New Hampshire also relied on jamming the GOTV of Dems.
Here is the wiki, hope it doesnt change by the time you all see it and here is the kos page.
So like in other places where Bushite Dems got walloped by Bushite Rethugs, partly becoz those who were Bushite voted thug and partly becoz Dems who were anti Bush refused to vote for their side, this happened.
I give you Inez Tannenbaum, Chris John, and a bunch of others, I used to have their names down pat, but I have been through a lot and now cant recall, but it was 5 Senators who got busted becoz of their pro Bushie stance.
Mary Landrieu squeaked through in 2003 becoz people bawled at her to say something, anything anti Bush and she finally bawled something about the sugar and ditto Mark Pryor we had to practically beg him to say something, even mildly about standing up to Bush.
So I thought it was Jeanne Shaheen's Bush butt kissing, boy am I gonna hear it on that, NYT already loathes me, but what can I say.
Apparently rethugs in New Hampshire also relied on jamming the GOTV of Dems.
Here is the wiki, hope it doesnt change by the time you all see it and here is the kos page.
a very scary post on the state of rivers and streams around appalachia from daily kos
a complete mess when waste is permitted to be the fill and a corrective bill that is pending, but so far with only 107 sponsors of whom alas, I do not find McCrery from my old district in Shreveport, Louisiana or indeed any Louisiana Congressman on the bill.
I left Louisiana after I was evicted from my rental agency and my bringing this to light is also problematic, and I am too scared to start phoning Congressman numbers, but those who can and who dare, please do.
Very scary what is happening to the water tables and drainage zones and a no brainer of a bill to protect or repair the damage.
Thanks to daily KOS and to the 107 sponsors the bill already has and please call your Congress person.
I am feeling mighty beleaguered and nervous, and this is one more thing, but if the bill can pass, one thing we can feel repaired about.
Bye bye
I left Louisiana after I was evicted from my rental agency and my bringing this to light is also problematic, and I am too scared to start phoning Congressman numbers, but those who can and who dare, please do.
Very scary what is happening to the water tables and drainage zones and a no brainer of a bill to protect or repair the damage.
Thanks to daily KOS and to the 107 sponsors the bill already has and please call your Congress person.
I am feeling mighty beleaguered and nervous, and this is one more thing, but if the bill can pass, one thing we can feel repaired about.
Bye bye
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Iraq violence is down, all we can say is thank goodness and if Bush wants to credit his surge, we agree with that too
I was not for a surge, but if the violence is down and he wants credit fine, I think it is a multiplicity of things, including the Brits handing stuff over in Basra, us handing stuff over, the realization in the Arab world that the Shia majority is coming into its own and the dwindling respect for Riyadh and for North African jihadis.
It seems like it is all those things, including a clear directive that we dont intend to stay forever, but it is fine if the troop surge is also counted, violence is down and for that we are really thankful.
Bye bye.
It seems like it is all those things, including a clear directive that we dont intend to stay forever, but it is fine if the troop surge is also counted, violence is down and for that we are really thankful.
Bye bye.
it's hard not to scold the nyt when it comes up with some of its looney bloopers esp on the mid east
and this time is a whooper of a looney notion, it says in its op ed that they have known since 2000 what a mid east deal would look like, well they do, do they, except they are totally wrong.
the boys on dw tv dont like me bawling out the nyt or somethang, but what can we do, even in 2000 there were huge doubts whether what was being talked about was viable for Israel and now we totally sure that whatever it looks like, first there will be no full fledged Palestine State, there already is a Palestine State, it is called Jordan.
Second, the borders will not be anything resembling 1967, unless the NYT still wears underpants from 1967, no scratch that, even if they are scrawny enough to wear their underpants from 1967, Israel cannot go back to those borders, even with the swaps, they have to have a defensible border and that includes the airspace and water rights.
Third of all, the nature of the entity in Palestine can be 3 autonomous regions but not a full state, thereby ensuring they dont have their own airfield or air force or navy or army.
A Palestine autonomous region, or 3 regions to be specific is about all that can be accomplished, I know the NYT is very smart, well, then, what can we say, when they say silly and stupid thangs. They practically sounded like the official press agency of Riyadh.
There is a clear reason Israel has not been able to tell them anything, it is becoz they keep saying silly thangs.
We agree the Sauds should comply with what a peace treaty accomplishes, however, Saud influence has drastically dropped, both in the Western World and in the Muslim world, clinging to a retro past. Time to move on. If the world endorses the peace treaty, that will put pressure on the Sauds to endorse it too, they are just too retro.
the boys on dw tv dont like me bawling out the nyt or somethang, but what can we do, even in 2000 there were huge doubts whether what was being talked about was viable for Israel and now we totally sure that whatever it looks like, first there will be no full fledged Palestine State, there already is a Palestine State, it is called Jordan.
Second, the borders will not be anything resembling 1967, unless the NYT still wears underpants from 1967, no scratch that, even if they are scrawny enough to wear their underpants from 1967, Israel cannot go back to those borders, even with the swaps, they have to have a defensible border and that includes the airspace and water rights.
Third of all, the nature of the entity in Palestine can be 3 autonomous regions but not a full state, thereby ensuring they dont have their own airfield or air force or navy or army.
A Palestine autonomous region, or 3 regions to be specific is about all that can be accomplished, I know the NYT is very smart, well, then, what can we say, when they say silly and stupid thangs. They practically sounded like the official press agency of Riyadh.
There is a clear reason Israel has not been able to tell them anything, it is becoz they keep saying silly thangs.
We agree the Sauds should comply with what a peace treaty accomplishes, however, Saud influence has drastically dropped, both in the Western World and in the Muslim world, clinging to a retro past. Time to move on. If the world endorses the peace treaty, that will put pressure on the Sauds to endorse it too, they are just too retro.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Steinmeir offers all of Euro 1 million to Palestines
wow, Steinmeir, gave yaself a hernia carrying that much in pennies, right.
What a stupid and incompetent and ninny assed man, stingy as hell, then lectures everyone and takes cheap shots.
Stupid ass, come up with a better offer.
What a stupid and incompetent and ninny assed man, stingy as hell, then lectures everyone and takes cheap shots.
Stupid ass, come up with a better offer.
London Police finally held accountable for murder of Jean Charles de Menezes, the electrician from Brazil who got offed becoz he
looked foreign or somethang.
Why we think the NYT is basically nuts - they started the story with the word surprise in the first sentence, you're surprised, my goodness, we shocked that more people werent held accountable individually and also Ian Blair bleating that he wont leave.
We called it the first day they announced the execution, we said ya got the wrong man, dincher, then they lied and said his coat was bulky. It wasnt.
They already knew it was a wrong call the first day, but they held off telling peeps it was wrong till the next day and only reluctantly said he was not a funny mooslam with a suicide belt, it was a brazilian electrician.
Offing wrong people dont make up for it.
Also we noted several news shows did not tell the entire accountability 360 000 gbp and 800 000 gbp in legal costs, makes it above a million. Notice none of the shows tried to tell us that, that we can recall.
It's the very least, keeping us safe from terro, shouldnt mean offing any funny looking foreigner, OK, thas all and Ian Blair is a hopeless incompetent.
That goes for Brit MI6 too, hate them.
Bye bye
Why we think the NYT is basically nuts - they started the story with the word surprise in the first sentence, you're surprised, my goodness, we shocked that more people werent held accountable individually and also Ian Blair bleating that he wont leave.
We called it the first day they announced the execution, we said ya got the wrong man, dincher, then they lied and said his coat was bulky. It wasnt.
They already knew it was a wrong call the first day, but they held off telling peeps it was wrong till the next day and only reluctantly said he was not a funny mooslam with a suicide belt, it was a brazilian electrician.
Offing wrong people dont make up for it.
Also we noted several news shows did not tell the entire accountability 360 000 gbp and 800 000 gbp in legal costs, makes it above a million. Notice none of the shows tried to tell us that, that we can recall.
It's the very least, keeping us safe from terro, shouldnt mean offing any funny looking foreigner, OK, thas all and Ian Blair is a hopeless incompetent.
That goes for Brit MI6 too, hate them.
Bye bye
Thursday, November 1, 2007
why nobody ask questions from Bill Richardson people, doncher wanna yaself a real presnit who will rescue America from doldrums
or do ya really think Rudy Giuliani or mad Mitt Romney gonna be good for ya.
Everyone knows we need a democrat, poor hillary way too serious, plus does she even know about Somalia and North Africa, Bill Clinton did not do enough about the Taliban and he got into that dick sucking thang.
Bill Richardson, if ya getting ya dick sucked, kindly set it all out now.
Will Hillary start a war with Iran.
Rudy and Mitt Romney will take us over the cliff with perpetuated tax cuts, we need taxing Democrats like Congressman Rangel, we like ya ideas, Charlie Poo, the good one, the NY Charlie, we like.
OK.
Bill Richardson for either presnit or secretary of state, take ya pick, peeps.
Oh BTW, did anyone tell ya Somali pirates kidnapped a Japanese ship and a Korean one, where is the outrage, if it was Iran, it would be all over the news all the time, I see you peeps dont wanna know about Somali baddies.
Shame on you.
Everyone knows we need a democrat, poor hillary way too serious, plus does she even know about Somalia and North Africa, Bill Clinton did not do enough about the Taliban and he got into that dick sucking thang.
Bill Richardson, if ya getting ya dick sucked, kindly set it all out now.
Will Hillary start a war with Iran.
Rudy and Mitt Romney will take us over the cliff with perpetuated tax cuts, we need taxing Democrats like Congressman Rangel, we like ya ideas, Charlie Poo, the good one, the NY Charlie, we like.
OK.
Bill Richardson for either presnit or secretary of state, take ya pick, peeps.
Oh BTW, did anyone tell ya Somali pirates kidnapped a Japanese ship and a Korean one, where is the outrage, if it was Iran, it would be all over the news all the time, I see you peeps dont wanna know about Somali baddies.
Shame on you.
german foreign minister steinmeir finally comes up with somethang concrete for palestine, its only a promise, but its a start
all this while stupid man did nothing at all, annoying as heck, lemme tell ya, but finally some concrete offers.
However, the man does not know how to look at a map, look at a map, steinmeir, ya fatty, annoying man, where do you see the space for a palestine state, there is only room for 3 autonomous regions, which can be a protectorate, OK, try to get it right.
Also, take them home with you, admit everyone who wanna come or pay for them to get re-settled in a Mooslam country of their choice, OK, how about that.
Man, these germanoids have ducked their responsibilities for 50 years and only now a few feeble peeps out of them.
Really.
There is already a Palestine state, it is called Jordan.
Auf wiedershen comrade. Get ya self a conscience and a brain and truth serum.
Bye bye.
However, the man does not know how to look at a map, look at a map, steinmeir, ya fatty, annoying man, where do you see the space for a palestine state, there is only room for 3 autonomous regions, which can be a protectorate, OK, try to get it right.
Also, take them home with you, admit everyone who wanna come or pay for them to get re-settled in a Mooslam country of their choice, OK, how about that.
Man, these germanoids have ducked their responsibilities for 50 years and only now a few feeble peeps out of them.
Really.
There is already a Palestine state, it is called Jordan.
Auf wiedershen comrade. Get ya self a conscience and a brain and truth serum.
Bye bye.
yes, mukasey, waterboarding is torture, and you mukasey should not be attorney general
my goodness, what a long drawn out process to admit the fact that waterboarding is torture, we dont want America to torture, how hard is that
A tip of the hat to Rethug senators Lindsey Graham, John McCain and John Warner and a sad, sad horror to Chuck Schumer, who has yet to make up his mind.
We tired of the incompetence and confabulation, it's torture.
Oh BTW, Euros now pretending they didnt know about renditions, yeah right.
also please be sure to arrest all Euros and NATO members who take photos smilingly at Wehrkunde and other Nato meetings with mad Donald Rumsfeld and other Americans.
My god, the hypocrisy and hysteria.
And oh also BTW, the fringies dont get that much attention in Europe as they get here.
Just saying.
Turn a new leaf, start over, no prevarication and lying.
A tip of the hat to Rethug senators Lindsey Graham, John McCain and John Warner and a sad, sad horror to Chuck Schumer, who has yet to make up his mind.
We tired of the incompetence and confabulation, it's torture.
Oh BTW, Euros now pretending they didnt know about renditions, yeah right.
also please be sure to arrest all Euros and NATO members who take photos smilingly at Wehrkunde and other Nato meetings with mad Donald Rumsfeld and other Americans.
My god, the hypocrisy and hysteria.
And oh also BTW, the fringies dont get that much attention in Europe as they get here.
Just saying.
Turn a new leaf, start over, no prevarication and lying.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
So all my dreams of having Bill Richardson rise majestically yet graciously to his true position at the top of the tier look tumbled down
Alas, the man is not rising above the bottom tier of the Democrats, and that is like Third place, we all know the South would prefer to vote for a man, Republican and white, or a man, Republican and black, and last of all a woman or Democrat, but we thought he was a white or whitish male, and could sweep his south west states and get the north too.
But he is not breaking out of the bottom tier.
Meanwhile, at long last, the NYT is recognizing that Pakistan is (still) and always has been a Rathole of Terro.
Iraq could be settling down, the Iranis are learning to be good group players in the Caspian region, with their Caspian friends, Russia is holding it close, so even if it is still scowling at Murrica, they still are being en group someplace with mostly neutral or friendly nations, with whom America has a talking and even cordial relationship.
But Pakistan is a Rathole of Terro and already we know Bush has not been able to sweet talk Musharraf or hot hand Musharraf, becoz we all already knew that Pakistan was a rathole of terro but morons like Gordon Correra of Beeb and mad fat ass Chidanand Rajghatta of Toi made a big to do last year about how Musharraf was hot handed by Bush and now Pakistan was gonna be a real amigo player, which was always rot.
We always knew that and we had been screeching even louder since July of 2006. The stupid Times of India thought we should be ***thawing*** with Musharraf and harassed the heck out of me, I think, through some obnoxious bunch of creepy proxies or whatever and they were dreaming simple mindedly of opening a bank there, we would not even open a truck stop side show restaurant in that rat hole, we told them many times, any stupid bank they opened would get bombed and rolled in a ditch, but stupid people, you should have seen the hysteria with even Benazir's return, they coordinated their wall to wall breathless fan coverage just like Beebs and CNN, breathlessly, then the horrific and nasty bombing shook their stupid gullible asses up.
But Richardson is so disappointing, all he talks about is saying sorry to Saddam and crap like that and we want to know, whoever is the next President of America, will he or she have the courage to confront Pakistan and lead a sustained action of clearing out its ratholes.
It is a total pipedream to think Musharraf is gonna do it, he is lustful of Kashmir, which he pronounces Kaaaaaaaashmir in a lustful, groin r0lly way, as if he is rolling it over his groin and masturbating on it.
Far from making peace, they think Kaaaaaaaashmir is theirs, Baluchistan is theirs and the heck with the rightful heirs and descendants of these places.
Pakistan already ate 4 of our best provinces.
India extended from the Hindu Kush to the Himalayas and from the Mountains to the 3 seas, the Bay of Bengal, the Indian Ocean and the Arabian Sea, thas ours too.
We extended all the way from the mountains in the top to the seas, 3 of them, and Afghanistan rolled off, even though there are Singhs and Indians who trace their inheritance there, just like Tajiks, Iranis and Hazzaras, and Talibs took it over and made Indians wear a yellow marker, in a horrific reminder and Pakistan took our 4 best provinces, sindh, punjab, bengal and they ate Baluchistan which had not only been free but their own founder, Jinnah had fought the legal battle to make it free.
They kicked out all the Hindu Sindhis after jerrymandering a rigged election of sorts, and never talk about returning our homeland places of Karachi, Sindh, Thattai and Nankana for the Hindu Sufis and Sindhis and the Sikhs.
Meanwhile it is a rathole of terro and moderate in the Pakistani army means that they still hate America, they just dont do anything about it, they still Hate America and secretly approve of all attacks on it from any side, including their best buddy China, whether on it directly or indirectly like on its markets, market share and currencies.
So this is what America faces, far from being laid back and relaxed, this election should be about how to secure Pakistan and Afghanistan.
Iran is being guided into being a global player through the Caspian.
Only Bush's hysterical Iran hating buddies among the Sauds and the Iran fearing buddies among Likudis and normal people, including liberals and moderates, has kept the so called Iran issue alive.
Will the next President of the United States have the nerve, guts and sustained vision to lead a clean up effort on Pakistan, restore Indian homelands, free Baluchistan.
That's what it is going to take, Benazir may be part of it or be too wussied out, too dependant on Mullahs or be too at risk, we cannot take the chance, we have to make plans of our own, US with Russia, the mini stans and India, have to have a sustained effort to clean up the rathole of Tewwo, free Baluchistan and give justice for indians losing their homeland.
We'll see, but right now it looks grim.
But he is not breaking out of the bottom tier.
Meanwhile, at long last, the NYT is recognizing that Pakistan is (still) and always has been a Rathole of Terro.
Iraq could be settling down, the Iranis are learning to be good group players in the Caspian region, with their Caspian friends, Russia is holding it close, so even if it is still scowling at Murrica, they still are being en group someplace with mostly neutral or friendly nations, with whom America has a talking and even cordial relationship.
But Pakistan is a Rathole of Terro and already we know Bush has not been able to sweet talk Musharraf or hot hand Musharraf, becoz we all already knew that Pakistan was a rathole of terro but morons like Gordon Correra of Beeb and mad fat ass Chidanand Rajghatta of Toi made a big to do last year about how Musharraf was hot handed by Bush and now Pakistan was gonna be a real amigo player, which was always rot.
We always knew that and we had been screeching even louder since July of 2006. The stupid Times of India thought we should be ***thawing*** with Musharraf and harassed the heck out of me, I think, through some obnoxious bunch of creepy proxies or whatever and they were dreaming simple mindedly of opening a bank there, we would not even open a truck stop side show restaurant in that rat hole, we told them many times, any stupid bank they opened would get bombed and rolled in a ditch, but stupid people, you should have seen the hysteria with even Benazir's return, they coordinated their wall to wall breathless fan coverage just like Beebs and CNN, breathlessly, then the horrific and nasty bombing shook their stupid gullible asses up.
But Richardson is so disappointing, all he talks about is saying sorry to Saddam and crap like that and we want to know, whoever is the next President of America, will he or she have the courage to confront Pakistan and lead a sustained action of clearing out its ratholes.
It is a total pipedream to think Musharraf is gonna do it, he is lustful of Kashmir, which he pronounces Kaaaaaaaashmir in a lustful, groin r0lly way, as if he is rolling it over his groin and masturbating on it.
Far from making peace, they think Kaaaaaaaashmir is theirs, Baluchistan is theirs and the heck with the rightful heirs and descendants of these places.
Pakistan already ate 4 of our best provinces.
India extended from the Hindu Kush to the Himalayas and from the Mountains to the 3 seas, the Bay of Bengal, the Indian Ocean and the Arabian Sea, thas ours too.
We extended all the way from the mountains in the top to the seas, 3 of them, and Afghanistan rolled off, even though there are Singhs and Indians who trace their inheritance there, just like Tajiks, Iranis and Hazzaras, and Talibs took it over and made Indians wear a yellow marker, in a horrific reminder and Pakistan took our 4 best provinces, sindh, punjab, bengal and they ate Baluchistan which had not only been free but their own founder, Jinnah had fought the legal battle to make it free.
They kicked out all the Hindu Sindhis after jerrymandering a rigged election of sorts, and never talk about returning our homeland places of Karachi, Sindh, Thattai and Nankana for the Hindu Sufis and Sindhis and the Sikhs.
Meanwhile it is a rathole of terro and moderate in the Pakistani army means that they still hate America, they just dont do anything about it, they still Hate America and secretly approve of all attacks on it from any side, including their best buddy China, whether on it directly or indirectly like on its markets, market share and currencies.
So this is what America faces, far from being laid back and relaxed, this election should be about how to secure Pakistan and Afghanistan.
Iran is being guided into being a global player through the Caspian.
Only Bush's hysterical Iran hating buddies among the Sauds and the Iran fearing buddies among Likudis and normal people, including liberals and moderates, has kept the so called Iran issue alive.
Will the next President of the United States have the nerve, guts and sustained vision to lead a clean up effort on Pakistan, restore Indian homelands, free Baluchistan.
That's what it is going to take, Benazir may be part of it or be too wussied out, too dependant on Mullahs or be too at risk, we cannot take the chance, we have to make plans of our own, US with Russia, the mini stans and India, have to have a sustained effort to clean up the rathole of Tewwo, free Baluchistan and give justice for indians losing their homeland.
We'll see, but right now it looks grim.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
So it is Sunday in Mumbai and I have not watched much TV, I did turn on BBC and CNN and watch what
appeared to be reports for a brief space but did not encounter any live anchor. I stopped watching DW in the mornings a few days ago, still nauseated by the hysteria and uppityness of the German consul, some ass called Hans something something Stackborg, whose driver whooshed past my sister and some pet cats in the basement on purpose.
I watched Brent Goff a few nights, but with severe trepidation.
I have also not mostly looked at newspapers in print becoz of the disgusting behavior of the looney cracked power hungry, money hungry eveil bitch who runs them, Indu Jain, whose family has cornered several apartments in this building and who tried to bully and intimidate and embarass me.
Loutish kids at the back, who have been loutish and lewd for much of last year and this year and only held back a few days in toto and kind of held back this morning are bawling Bol, Bol, Bol, like I give a fuck what they think and for the 100th time, as if it is their bidness while they are playing in the back yard to be receiving cues on what some ass with their hands in their pants is stealing off of my screen before it even gets posted for them to give me real time feedback, which I have never solicited.
How long I can continue I do not know.
My resources are dwindled, which has been the intent all along, to keep me scared and resource poor.
Well, they have succeeded.
The NYT is writing up sob stories, and in the latest some Chinese environmental guy called Wu Lihong, Joseph Kahn the writer cannot decide whether he is a peasant, or a factory salesperson, I would say educated blue-white collar from the sounds of it.
What is a peasant anyway, but I always thought rurality and farming came into it, but Kahn knows that the Lake Tai got choked with Pond Scum.
I also feel choked by Pond Scum.
On Saturdays, they hold their fire till my sister and Dad leave for the club, then they start an engineered ruckus, this has been their pattern. Yesterday, I went for my shower instead.
I told my sister loudly that they had enginneered ruckuses on several Saturdays.
In the night when she returned I went down with her into the basement to feed the cats, who have never been into the garden.
A male driver in a striped shirt came by, then Mohd Nasr, making the first of 3 pass bys, one by himself, the other carrying some steel dishes, which are iconized in these people's minds in some HOLY WAY as representative of SECURITY, but i wash whatever is in the sink, I dont care if it is steel or glass or whatever the fuck, melamine corelle, whatever gets used and needs to be washed, I wash, I dont have any iconic value to it, but you should hear the crap in the compound and from stupid people, like a few days ago, the mad lady who lives upstairs, Prabhu, and her jealousy on behalf of her moronic son Banesh, who works for Citibank in London and sucks Al Walid butt, after i had washed a few steel utensils, they loudly threw a steel plate on the ground. Sheesh, I wash what is there to be washed, but they have an iconic value to it.
So nasr mohd passed by with 2 stupid and dopey steel dishes then walked back with the steel dishes filled with some white stuff, then bahadur's wife came by looking chubby and wearing a green and white print robe and carrying a bucket. I didnt know she was bahadur the nepali gurkha cum workman's wife, I found out later when she did the blinkety blink to Tina and Tina told me who she was.
Then some short guy from the workman's group that sleeps here at night while they work (interminably) on some backyard tank in a red shirt came neanderthalishly lurching towards us and at the end, a grey car whooshed out.
Today I tried again to call my uncle who has left citibank but was told he was unavailable and he didnt answer his cell phone.
I wrote it down so I would note the day of calling and not call again too soon. I have called twice before this past year and got similar non responses.
I gather from the NYT that they are now pretending to be for the homeless, just like they wrote this massive sob story about this Wu Lihong guy who is now in a downward spiral from being ill treated and then arrested and convicted on account of his pro environmental work about Lake Taihu.
But the NYT is guilty of the same thing, they have never acknowledged me, or tried to liberate me and they feed from the same trough of people free loading off of my product, so why should I trust them.
I have no trust in them nor in their episodic spasms of pity and spiral of despair which goes nowhere.
I guess they do not want to remember that the Dems won handily in 2006, a Dem house panel led by Looney Lantos, no less, voted against Bushie crap on Turkey, Rove has departed, Gonzales has departed and who knows what the next couple of years might bring.
The kids at the back started bawling when I chastised the NYT, I correctly diagnosed them a few months, many months ago as Cokie Roberts butt kissers, the type who know the name Georgetown and aspire to be the pets of the Georgetown matrons and if it meant being disgusting and loutish with a fat lady who has returned to sleep on her family couch, having been run off and evicted by creepy females and a loutish agent in Shreveport, why they would be only too happy to be loutish and keep me in line.
Many months ago, they bawled out ***From the back*** when the beatles song love, love me do was playing on my ipod, which should be playing only in my ear, but apparently it broadcasts to the entire neighborhood and I said, see that shows your mentality.
The nasty Marwaris still come down and start slamming doors if I turn over in my sleep and mobike riders, ride in twos and make a ruckus out on Peddar Road for the same great event, of me turning over in my sleep and sleeping on my tummy, which apparently gives them some kind of orgasmic stimulation which only gets relieved by their coming downstairs and repeatedly slamming car doors, or riding up and down Peddar Road, trying to make a whoooosh and a rrrrrrrrrr ruckus with their cars and mobikes.
So that is why today on this Sunday I am so down, also they are careful not to make a ruckus on those Sundays where they want me to be all cheery for the Wolf Blitzer hour on CNN, but plenty other Sats and Sundays, they have enginneered a deliberate ruckus either in the Front or Back yard and last Saturday, as I explained made a whole shenanigan of it.
Bye Bye
I watched Brent Goff a few nights, but with severe trepidation.
I have also not mostly looked at newspapers in print becoz of the disgusting behavior of the looney cracked power hungry, money hungry eveil bitch who runs them, Indu Jain, whose family has cornered several apartments in this building and who tried to bully and intimidate and embarass me.
Loutish kids at the back, who have been loutish and lewd for much of last year and this year and only held back a few days in toto and kind of held back this morning are bawling Bol, Bol, Bol, like I give a fuck what they think and for the 100th time, as if it is their bidness while they are playing in the back yard to be receiving cues on what some ass with their hands in their pants is stealing off of my screen before it even gets posted for them to give me real time feedback, which I have never solicited.
How long I can continue I do not know.
My resources are dwindled, which has been the intent all along, to keep me scared and resource poor.
Well, they have succeeded.
The NYT is writing up sob stories, and in the latest some Chinese environmental guy called Wu Lihong, Joseph Kahn the writer cannot decide whether he is a peasant, or a factory salesperson, I would say educated blue-white collar from the sounds of it.
What is a peasant anyway, but I always thought rurality and farming came into it, but Kahn knows that the Lake Tai got choked with Pond Scum.
I also feel choked by Pond Scum.
On Saturdays, they hold their fire till my sister and Dad leave for the club, then they start an engineered ruckus, this has been their pattern. Yesterday, I went for my shower instead.
I told my sister loudly that they had enginneered ruckuses on several Saturdays.
In the night when she returned I went down with her into the basement to feed the cats, who have never been into the garden.
A male driver in a striped shirt came by, then Mohd Nasr, making the first of 3 pass bys, one by himself, the other carrying some steel dishes, which are iconized in these people's minds in some HOLY WAY as representative of SECURITY, but i wash whatever is in the sink, I dont care if it is steel or glass or whatever the fuck, melamine corelle, whatever gets used and needs to be washed, I wash, I dont have any iconic value to it, but you should hear the crap in the compound and from stupid people, like a few days ago, the mad lady who lives upstairs, Prabhu, and her jealousy on behalf of her moronic son Banesh, who works for Citibank in London and sucks Al Walid butt, after i had washed a few steel utensils, they loudly threw a steel plate on the ground. Sheesh, I wash what is there to be washed, but they have an iconic value to it.
So nasr mohd passed by with 2 stupid and dopey steel dishes then walked back with the steel dishes filled with some white stuff, then bahadur's wife came by looking chubby and wearing a green and white print robe and carrying a bucket. I didnt know she was bahadur the nepali gurkha cum workman's wife, I found out later when she did the blinkety blink to Tina and Tina told me who she was.
Then some short guy from the workman's group that sleeps here at night while they work (interminably) on some backyard tank in a red shirt came neanderthalishly lurching towards us and at the end, a grey car whooshed out.
Today I tried again to call my uncle who has left citibank but was told he was unavailable and he didnt answer his cell phone.
I wrote it down so I would note the day of calling and not call again too soon. I have called twice before this past year and got similar non responses.
I gather from the NYT that they are now pretending to be for the homeless, just like they wrote this massive sob story about this Wu Lihong guy who is now in a downward spiral from being ill treated and then arrested and convicted on account of his pro environmental work about Lake Taihu.
But the NYT is guilty of the same thing, they have never acknowledged me, or tried to liberate me and they feed from the same trough of people free loading off of my product, so why should I trust them.
I have no trust in them nor in their episodic spasms of pity and spiral of despair which goes nowhere.
I guess they do not want to remember that the Dems won handily in 2006, a Dem house panel led by Looney Lantos, no less, voted against Bushie crap on Turkey, Rove has departed, Gonzales has departed and who knows what the next couple of years might bring.
The kids at the back started bawling when I chastised the NYT, I correctly diagnosed them a few months, many months ago as Cokie Roberts butt kissers, the type who know the name Georgetown and aspire to be the pets of the Georgetown matrons and if it meant being disgusting and loutish with a fat lady who has returned to sleep on her family couch, having been run off and evicted by creepy females and a loutish agent in Shreveport, why they would be only too happy to be loutish and keep me in line.
Many months ago, they bawled out ***From the back*** when the beatles song love, love me do was playing on my ipod, which should be playing only in my ear, but apparently it broadcasts to the entire neighborhood and I said, see that shows your mentality.
The nasty Marwaris still come down and start slamming doors if I turn over in my sleep and mobike riders, ride in twos and make a ruckus out on Peddar Road for the same great event, of me turning over in my sleep and sleeping on my tummy, which apparently gives them some kind of orgasmic stimulation which only gets relieved by their coming downstairs and repeatedly slamming car doors, or riding up and down Peddar Road, trying to make a whoooosh and a rrrrrrrrrr ruckus with their cars and mobikes.
So that is why today on this Sunday I am so down, also they are careful not to make a ruckus on those Sundays where they want me to be all cheery for the Wolf Blitzer hour on CNN, but plenty other Sats and Sundays, they have enginneered a deliberate ruckus either in the Front or Back yard and last Saturday, as I explained made a whole shenanigan of it.
Bye Bye
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
My poor cat suffered enormously during their hysterical drilling and banging and there was not much we could do.
Later in the year, when it was clear Bush had been crushed in the election, a fact the Press sought to conceal in many ways, minimizing the massive Dem victory, the train stopping effect it had on Rove's boastfulness about a future of 3 decades of uninterrupted Republicanism, they escalated their attacks on my cat, making loud and disruptive noises, with horns, firecrackers and dropped steel girders hysterically every time the cat reached for food and water and more devastatingly when he climbed into his litter boxes to evacuate.
Max Foster on CNN implied all the abusive behavior was intended to imply that ***the press was ready to come out*** I felt a surge of revulsion and disgust at this simplistic explanation.
The building louts had also taken to bawling Aadmi ko bulao, Aadmi ko bulao, whatever the heck that means.
One day before my poor cat died, he had totally gone off all the foods we had at hand, including 2 brands we hastily acquired through help from my cousin and her driver.
We thought about where to obtain little dainties like salmon and sardines to tempt him into resuming his feeds, and finally went to the club. Some little shrieker is shrieking downstairs and a few sentences ago, there was intrusive car door banging. The kids at the back are still making what I believe are punctuative sounds, but are less hysterical and ferocious than they have been for much of the past 18 months.
Others also implied that assaults on my cat were a combination of friendly as well as hostile fire. But it disgusted me no end.
The entire gesture of a press person showing they are ready to get out of their chairs disgusts me, and Melinda Crane had done it and I got very angry.
I still dont know why their getting out of their chair means violent disruption and disgusting noises to me.
I had gone to the club with my Dad to get some dainties for my cat and either Darshini David or a clone of hers was apparently there.
I did not notice them at the time and even later am not clear what the heck was supposed to happen.
They have gone back to their punctuative rhythmic banging and hysterical noises at various activities.
Yesterday the louts showed up to point their paunches north, then to hold their arms behind their head, then to hold their nose, and when I mocked them under my breath, to show up and stick their ugly hands deep into their ugly buttocks.
On Saturday, when my Dad and sister went to the club as they do mostly each week, I was preparing for a nice calm evening in front of the TV, but apparently the louts and the building security had other plans.
They made a noisy pass with the doorbell, which thankfully, I did not open but called out who is it, and someone with an insulting tone said is it flat no 3, and when I said no, said cheekily SORRY.
This kind of proxy sorry of calling up or ringing the doorbell and pretending it is an error, or stupid people doing the arm fold crap is even more disgusting and creepy than the obnoxious behavior to start with.
A few minutes later the security guard Mohd Nasr started calling Ma ji, Ma Ji, as if after 18 months of abuse, he had suddenly developed a filial relationship and I realized this was to be another disruptive evening and lost it, I had my period and was sick of their disgusting intrusions all day. I called out without going to the window, Shut up, Shut up.
Later when I looked out the window, a greyish SUV was waiting with a moustached man staring up insolently. I have had many disgusting encounters with people with facial hair believing it entitles them to disgusting and obnoxious behavior. As I looked out I said, you have something for me, go on and bring it up and said bring me a check of ***50 lakhs***
A young pair of jean clad legs opened the back door but did not come out, then closed it again and the moustached man shut the door.
Later that evening on DW, Ben Fajzullin turned his head to the side and his partner, either Peter Craven or Terry Martin looked shook up and Stephan Kloss on the radio, who i couldnt see, but reporting from Pakistan also took a sharp intake of breath.
I dont know what all this resumption of banging means, a car door just banged, but the future looks very bleak, if people feel obligated to be tied to obnoxiousness and violent disruptive behavior.
That's all I can say, I dont have a clue what is ostensibly required, to me it is assaultive and violently intrusive and disruptive.
That's all
Max Foster on CNN implied all the abusive behavior was intended to imply that ***the press was ready to come out*** I felt a surge of revulsion and disgust at this simplistic explanation.
The building louts had also taken to bawling Aadmi ko bulao, Aadmi ko bulao, whatever the heck that means.
One day before my poor cat died, he had totally gone off all the foods we had at hand, including 2 brands we hastily acquired through help from my cousin and her driver.
We thought about where to obtain little dainties like salmon and sardines to tempt him into resuming his feeds, and finally went to the club. Some little shrieker is shrieking downstairs and a few sentences ago, there was intrusive car door banging. The kids at the back are still making what I believe are punctuative sounds, but are less hysterical and ferocious than they have been for much of the past 18 months.
Others also implied that assaults on my cat were a combination of friendly as well as hostile fire. But it disgusted me no end.
The entire gesture of a press person showing they are ready to get out of their chairs disgusts me, and Melinda Crane had done it and I got very angry.
I still dont know why their getting out of their chair means violent disruption and disgusting noises to me.
I had gone to the club with my Dad to get some dainties for my cat and either Darshini David or a clone of hers was apparently there.
I did not notice them at the time and even later am not clear what the heck was supposed to happen.
They have gone back to their punctuative rhythmic banging and hysterical noises at various activities.
Yesterday the louts showed up to point their paunches north, then to hold their arms behind their head, then to hold their nose, and when I mocked them under my breath, to show up and stick their ugly hands deep into their ugly buttocks.
On Saturday, when my Dad and sister went to the club as they do mostly each week, I was preparing for a nice calm evening in front of the TV, but apparently the louts and the building security had other plans.
They made a noisy pass with the doorbell, which thankfully, I did not open but called out who is it, and someone with an insulting tone said is it flat no 3, and when I said no, said cheekily SORRY.
This kind of proxy sorry of calling up or ringing the doorbell and pretending it is an error, or stupid people doing the arm fold crap is even more disgusting and creepy than the obnoxious behavior to start with.
A few minutes later the security guard Mohd Nasr started calling Ma ji, Ma Ji, as if after 18 months of abuse, he had suddenly developed a filial relationship and I realized this was to be another disruptive evening and lost it, I had my period and was sick of their disgusting intrusions all day. I called out without going to the window, Shut up, Shut up.
Later when I looked out the window, a greyish SUV was waiting with a moustached man staring up insolently. I have had many disgusting encounters with people with facial hair believing it entitles them to disgusting and obnoxious behavior. As I looked out I said, you have something for me, go on and bring it up and said bring me a check of ***50 lakhs***
A young pair of jean clad legs opened the back door but did not come out, then closed it again and the moustached man shut the door.
Later that evening on DW, Ben Fajzullin turned his head to the side and his partner, either Peter Craven or Terry Martin looked shook up and Stephan Kloss on the radio, who i couldnt see, but reporting from Pakistan also took a sharp intake of breath.
I dont know what all this resumption of banging means, a car door just banged, but the future looks very bleak, if people feel obligated to be tied to obnoxiousness and violent disruptive behavior.
That's all I can say, I dont have a clue what is ostensibly required, to me it is assaultive and violently intrusive and disruptive.
That's all
So apparently the vicious drivers in the Building are now targetting my sister, this time the German consul's car
I only found out today when I noticed a word document on her computer, from which I work, that the German consul's driver had driven savagely close to her when she was down in the basement, where she goes to feed strays and building pets.
I had forgotten the German consul lived in this building, we had some Germans several years ago when I was young but this was the first time I realized they are still a constant presence and apparently afficionados of the same kind of disgusting creepy behavior that I have been targetted with ever since Spring of 2006, and escalating in the Fall of 2006, massively escalating after the election in which George Bush met his watershed, around which I would have about 10-15 drivers calling out lewdly and insulting, commenting on my period, making sound effects when I went to the bathroom etc.
Plus their hysterical harassment everytime I touched a key board.
My computer was also busted about 5 times, with Press people acting giggly and proud, as if they had done a fine thing.
The Indian newspaper tycoon who runs several newspapers and tv channel has been horrendous and insulting, with her family, hired goons and drivers intruding on my hearing and space, showing up at night to slam car doors if I turn over in my sleep or move my legs, which they believe is connected to my vaginal yearnings, and they feel entitled to come and slam doors apparently demanding that I talk about it.
Her drivers also frequently make harassive assaults on me with their vehicles.
The nasty woman who lives upstairs, Mrs. Prabhu, has a son who sucks Al Walid Butt in Citibank apparently in London, and had some foul Muslim workers all of Fall last year, when they kept up a nasty drilling if I lay down in the afternoon, followed me to the bathroom whichever of 3 bathrooms I selected and set up nasty sound effects while I was bathing or using the potty.
Today the banging sound restarted, in a punctuative way, apparently directed at me doing white dishes, which are the dishes we happen to have.
The creepy female Gurumurthy or something on BBC apparently has some connection with the mad Prabhu female, who despite this resumption of hostile banging last week tried to position herself as a friend and well wisher and stood ostentatiously in the archway where we can be dropped off and ostentatiously and flamboyantly pantomimed moving a girl out of the way of the car, as if all her disgusting noise assaults and her son connected with the hysterical Al Walid of citibank were all intended for my well being.
The ***girl*** she ostentatiously and pseudo solicitously moved out of the way appeared to be similar to Shobha Kewalramani, who grew up in this building and as kids was part of a group we all played in, playing volleyball at the backyard and attending various building events together. I have lost touch with her, but her balding brother Suresh and his driver made a vicious car assault on me November 14 of last year.
I had writted down posts regarding penises of General George Joulwan, Michael Gordon of the NYT and Jesse Jackson and Dick Meyer, and I had written them crouching miserably on my sofa to avoid the raucous hysterical crowd chorus that was constantly mocking and abusing me all day, I wrote it on my pda, which immediately brought shrieks and rebuttals from the hysterical security, demanding to know, Kya Hua, Kya hey, what is it, and then in defiance a day or so later, I made sure to write it on my blog MinnieB9.
But on November 14, when I was headed to the club for what I hoped would be (it wasnt) just a pleasant uneventful evening with cousins from the usa, Suresh and his driver made a narrow vicious pass with a mocking glance and ferocious glare at me, and Suresh got out and started pointing and sticking his elbows out.
Later a girl I think was his daugter, about a week later, came down in one of those printed shirts which have tiny designs scattered over them and ostentatiously called out from inside the building to the driver.
I had forgotten the German consul lived in this building, we had some Germans several years ago when I was young but this was the first time I realized they are still a constant presence and apparently afficionados of the same kind of disgusting creepy behavior that I have been targetted with ever since Spring of 2006, and escalating in the Fall of 2006, massively escalating after the election in which George Bush met his watershed, around which I would have about 10-15 drivers calling out lewdly and insulting, commenting on my period, making sound effects when I went to the bathroom etc.
Plus their hysterical harassment everytime I touched a key board.
My computer was also busted about 5 times, with Press people acting giggly and proud, as if they had done a fine thing.
The Indian newspaper tycoon who runs several newspapers and tv channel has been horrendous and insulting, with her family, hired goons and drivers intruding on my hearing and space, showing up at night to slam car doors if I turn over in my sleep or move my legs, which they believe is connected to my vaginal yearnings, and they feel entitled to come and slam doors apparently demanding that I talk about it.
Her drivers also frequently make harassive assaults on me with their vehicles.
The nasty woman who lives upstairs, Mrs. Prabhu, has a son who sucks Al Walid Butt in Citibank apparently in London, and had some foul Muslim workers all of Fall last year, when they kept up a nasty drilling if I lay down in the afternoon, followed me to the bathroom whichever of 3 bathrooms I selected and set up nasty sound effects while I was bathing or using the potty.
Today the banging sound restarted, in a punctuative way, apparently directed at me doing white dishes, which are the dishes we happen to have.
The creepy female Gurumurthy or something on BBC apparently has some connection with the mad Prabhu female, who despite this resumption of hostile banging last week tried to position herself as a friend and well wisher and stood ostentatiously in the archway where we can be dropped off and ostentatiously and flamboyantly pantomimed moving a girl out of the way of the car, as if all her disgusting noise assaults and her son connected with the hysterical Al Walid of citibank were all intended for my well being.
The ***girl*** she ostentatiously and pseudo solicitously moved out of the way appeared to be similar to Shobha Kewalramani, who grew up in this building and as kids was part of a group we all played in, playing volleyball at the backyard and attending various building events together. I have lost touch with her, but her balding brother Suresh and his driver made a vicious car assault on me November 14 of last year.
I had writted down posts regarding penises of General George Joulwan, Michael Gordon of the NYT and Jesse Jackson and Dick Meyer, and I had written them crouching miserably on my sofa to avoid the raucous hysterical crowd chorus that was constantly mocking and abusing me all day, I wrote it on my pda, which immediately brought shrieks and rebuttals from the hysterical security, demanding to know, Kya Hua, Kya hey, what is it, and then in defiance a day or so later, I made sure to write it on my blog MinnieB9.
But on November 14, when I was headed to the club for what I hoped would be (it wasnt) just a pleasant uneventful evening with cousins from the usa, Suresh and his driver made a narrow vicious pass with a mocking glance and ferocious glare at me, and Suresh got out and started pointing and sticking his elbows out.
Later a girl I think was his daugter, about a week later, came down in one of those printed shirts which have tiny designs scattered over them and ostentatiously called out from inside the building to the driver.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
so i really dont understand the entire brouhaha about Marion Jones, but I will
write about it on Minnieb9 my other blog, but I remember some guy in the Duck Tours in Boston, loudly saying ***south dakota*** as he passed me in Boston.
I burst into laughter, I didnt know if he was mocking me for making up crap to lie to hotmail, or he was encouraging me to return to the purpose of this blog.
At the time, I was on Boylston Street, having just had a dismal visit to Citibank, where my account was dwindled and much of what remained, I knew, I had already committed to paying several bills during October, so I was too scared and panicky to touch the rest.
So first I received a call on my USA cell phone from my Dad, then from a guy at the conference, who was an oncology fellow about a year after me, and who I knew from the program, and we had decided to have lunch and he being a respectable much married and childrened, orthodox Hebrew, I was fine and he called me next and said he would meet me next to the CVS on Boylston.
So when the Duck Tour guy called out South Dakota, I didnt know if he was laughing at me for making up the fairy tale info I put into the hotmail or this blog, i forget which, but I did write it down in my note book, since you need to know what fairy tales ya made up, or if he was reminding me of my quixotic plan to blog on the Presidential primaries for my imaginary friends in the Press.
So thats all for now, later I have lots to blog either here or on Minnie B9 on Mitt Romney as well the Resurgence of the Muslim Generals, which only now fucking NYT decides to tell us about, having transiently overcome their intense Iranophobia.
Ciao for now folks.
I burst into laughter, I didnt know if he was mocking me for making up crap to lie to hotmail, or he was encouraging me to return to the purpose of this blog.
At the time, I was on Boylston Street, having just had a dismal visit to Citibank, where my account was dwindled and much of what remained, I knew, I had already committed to paying several bills during October, so I was too scared and panicky to touch the rest.
So first I received a call on my USA cell phone from my Dad, then from a guy at the conference, who was an oncology fellow about a year after me, and who I knew from the program, and we had decided to have lunch and he being a respectable much married and childrened, orthodox Hebrew, I was fine and he called me next and said he would meet me next to the CVS on Boylston.
So when the Duck Tour guy called out South Dakota, I didnt know if he was laughing at me for making up the fairy tale info I put into the hotmail or this blog, i forget which, but I did write it down in my note book, since you need to know what fairy tales ya made up, or if he was reminding me of my quixotic plan to blog on the Presidential primaries for my imaginary friends in the Press.
So thats all for now, later I have lots to blog either here or on Minnie B9 on Mitt Romney as well the Resurgence of the Muslim Generals, which only now fucking NYT decides to tell us about, having transiently overcome their intense Iranophobia.
Ciao for now folks.
While I am on the topic of fleeing panic, lemme tell ya about the short aborted plan I had to visit Berlin and Deutsche Welle
way back in August or September, I have all the dates noted in my notebooks, I took to heart what I imagined to be the requests (actually teary pleadings at which he is very good) of Peter Dolle on Deutsche welle.
A shrieky girl in the backyard is shrieking, I assume Peter is a big hit in my compound, unlike Charles Hadlock who was first a convenient Pretext, every balding or fat male pretending to be him and the stupid compound staff thinking the bbc guy was him and all kinds of crap, and all the men around me holding their Penises in his name, thinking it would immediately fill me with wonder and amazement if they made a Penile reference and it has been a big effort to stay normally engaged with Penises given this constant barrage of insulting and lewd assaults and the constant hysteria of the religious talk show hosts about indriya (organs) and about a list of my real or imagined faults (lethargy, lust, anger hahahhahahahhahahahah to name but a few, all of which I seem to have acquired and nurture in magnificent proportions).
But Peter is a big hit with the compound people and so is Brent Goff and about as much, Ben Fajzullin, and I discovered, Jake Tapper and Charlie Gibson and a couple of others I have forgotten also started grinning happily when I mentioned them.
So ya see, I had booked me a room first in the Berlin Hilton and then when I discovered that they had the same Deutsche Welle deficiency as Hamburg, where I fled from in July, having a hysterical experience with the hotel staff, and local shops and hysterical crowds on most of the 7 days I stayed there, again in mostly isolation of the very DW people I had come to see, I unbooked the Hilton and booked in a posh hotel called Adlon Kempinski which had the channel DW and which had history and was posh and was next to the 4 horsies in the Brandenberg Tor, which David Eades and the Beebs had a habit of standing in front of, when they broadcast their stuff on Fifa world cup last year.
Only Terry Martin of DW usually stands in front of the horsies, but still I thought it would be a nice historic footnote and when I booked the reservation, I did not feel as cash challenged as I do now.
However within an hour or so of de booking the Hilton and booking the posh hotel, I got a nasty shock as Tina's gay boyfriend, Jim Ward called her, when he calls it is usually something way crummy and these DW people know him and seem to rely on him, which is creepy and horrendous and she came to me and threw my ipod on the ground, all of which is documented on my other blog, MinnieB9.
The maharashtrian staff at Cottage Industries in Mumbai andt at the hotel he was staying, grokked on to his creepyness pretty early when he visited here in November of 2006, at which time I was still remembering the boyish Jim who had cheerily visited me in Campbell, near San Jose and in San Diego, and not the hysterically nudgy and gesture making and bossy and judgemental person he had become.
I noticed a creepieness in him, where he hid his cell phone and came hysterically looking for it out of his bath tub in Shreveport when he visited me, prolly in 2004, and also when he raced behind me when I suddenly remembered I needed to shut down my computer which had a bad habit of tanking if you left it on too long. And he raced after me as if I was some fugitive who was trying to do a scurrilous deed, instead of a person who was walking up the stairs to her own apartment to do what she said, which was shut down the computer before it tanked during their outward trip.
There are nasty door slams in the compound, I dont know if they are a noisy slap down or a message from my imaginary friends on TV, but they are annoying as hell.
So Tina's hostility grew, and then I realized just wandering off and staying in Germany in an expensive hotel, with the quixotic notion of somehow going to DW offices and asking to have interviews with their personnel, and taking their pictures with my camera, so I could create an audio visual record was stupid as hell.
Especially since some of the German members did not seem quite as enthused and did not appreciate any abridging of my confinement as captive of the Press, (more nasty door slams) and Peter had first indicated that he expected me to go through steps to find him, then hurriedly agreed that I should come and locate them, and Brent indicated that I would find the same hysterical crowds in Berlin that I found in Hamburg.
So it did not look like a good idea at all, neither going to Berlin, nor returning home, so I cancelled the Adlon Booking and booked at a residence inn in New Rochelle, where I had once lived for a brief period, but which I thought would help me to locate a condo or apartment in White Plains or Armonk, so keeping me from having to return home.
I found however, that several people on my arriving plane still expected I could go to Berlin, since I had valid reservations on Virgin Atlantic and then British Airways, and a couple especially of the women instructors on the Cancer Medicine course, including one woman doctor, appropriately called Berliner, glared at me and indicated that they would prefer me to do my duty and go to Berlin.
Since the whole thing was a no go for the reasons above and even more of a no go, with dwindling cash, bad knees and scary chest, I quickly changed my Virgin Atlantic reservations and also truncated my trip to Oct 8.
But as I found, as even the short week progressed, I was panicky even at the thought of New Rochelle, where I had previously lived and the whole specter of locating a limo and paying for it and hobbling around trying to get on Metro North, just took the adventure and quixotic ness out of it and in my panicky state, residing on the couches in my Dad's living room, even with a potentially annoyed sister, seemed far less hazardous and scary and as I say I bolted Boston and returned home.
Some male is yelling Hey from below, I dont know for what, but it is extremely annoying and rude. Apparently my Brit and German friends think I should be sweet and docile and joyous when I get peremptory messages like this, but I had an encounter yesterday and my cumulative rage welled up and I yelled shut up, shut up at Nasr Mohd bawling at me from below, I have no idea for what, but apparently I had a visitor and I managed to shoo him off, becoz of the creepy and dysfunctional way they had of getting under my skin to let me know he was apparently there.
A shrieky girl in the backyard is shrieking, I assume Peter is a big hit in my compound, unlike Charles Hadlock who was first a convenient Pretext, every balding or fat male pretending to be him and the stupid compound staff thinking the bbc guy was him and all kinds of crap, and all the men around me holding their Penises in his name, thinking it would immediately fill me with wonder and amazement if they made a Penile reference and it has been a big effort to stay normally engaged with Penises given this constant barrage of insulting and lewd assaults and the constant hysteria of the religious talk show hosts about indriya (organs) and about a list of my real or imagined faults (lethargy, lust, anger hahahhahahahhahahahah to name but a few, all of which I seem to have acquired and nurture in magnificent proportions).
But Peter is a big hit with the compound people and so is Brent Goff and about as much, Ben Fajzullin, and I discovered, Jake Tapper and Charlie Gibson and a couple of others I have forgotten also started grinning happily when I mentioned them.
So ya see, I had booked me a room first in the Berlin Hilton and then when I discovered that they had the same Deutsche Welle deficiency as Hamburg, where I fled from in July, having a hysterical experience with the hotel staff, and local shops and hysterical crowds on most of the 7 days I stayed there, again in mostly isolation of the very DW people I had come to see, I unbooked the Hilton and booked in a posh hotel called Adlon Kempinski which had the channel DW and which had history and was posh and was next to the 4 horsies in the Brandenberg Tor, which David Eades and the Beebs had a habit of standing in front of, when they broadcast their stuff on Fifa world cup last year.
Only Terry Martin of DW usually stands in front of the horsies, but still I thought it would be a nice historic footnote and when I booked the reservation, I did not feel as cash challenged as I do now.
However within an hour or so of de booking the Hilton and booking the posh hotel, I got a nasty shock as Tina's gay boyfriend, Jim Ward called her, when he calls it is usually something way crummy and these DW people know him and seem to rely on him, which is creepy and horrendous and she came to me and threw my ipod on the ground, all of which is documented on my other blog, MinnieB9.
The maharashtrian staff at Cottage Industries in Mumbai andt at the hotel he was staying, grokked on to his creepyness pretty early when he visited here in November of 2006, at which time I was still remembering the boyish Jim who had cheerily visited me in Campbell, near San Jose and in San Diego, and not the hysterically nudgy and gesture making and bossy and judgemental person he had become.
I noticed a creepieness in him, where he hid his cell phone and came hysterically looking for it out of his bath tub in Shreveport when he visited me, prolly in 2004, and also when he raced behind me when I suddenly remembered I needed to shut down my computer which had a bad habit of tanking if you left it on too long. And he raced after me as if I was some fugitive who was trying to do a scurrilous deed, instead of a person who was walking up the stairs to her own apartment to do what she said, which was shut down the computer before it tanked during their outward trip.
There are nasty door slams in the compound, I dont know if they are a noisy slap down or a message from my imaginary friends on TV, but they are annoying as hell.
So Tina's hostility grew, and then I realized just wandering off and staying in Germany in an expensive hotel, with the quixotic notion of somehow going to DW offices and asking to have interviews with their personnel, and taking their pictures with my camera, so I could create an audio visual record was stupid as hell.
Especially since some of the German members did not seem quite as enthused and did not appreciate any abridging of my confinement as captive of the Press, (more nasty door slams) and Peter had first indicated that he expected me to go through steps to find him, then hurriedly agreed that I should come and locate them, and Brent indicated that I would find the same hysterical crowds in Berlin that I found in Hamburg.
So it did not look like a good idea at all, neither going to Berlin, nor returning home, so I cancelled the Adlon Booking and booked at a residence inn in New Rochelle, where I had once lived for a brief period, but which I thought would help me to locate a condo or apartment in White Plains or Armonk, so keeping me from having to return home.
I found however, that several people on my arriving plane still expected I could go to Berlin, since I had valid reservations on Virgin Atlantic and then British Airways, and a couple especially of the women instructors on the Cancer Medicine course, including one woman doctor, appropriately called Berliner, glared at me and indicated that they would prefer me to do my duty and go to Berlin.
Since the whole thing was a no go for the reasons above and even more of a no go, with dwindling cash, bad knees and scary chest, I quickly changed my Virgin Atlantic reservations and also truncated my trip to Oct 8.
But as I found, as even the short week progressed, I was panicky even at the thought of New Rochelle, where I had previously lived and the whole specter of locating a limo and paying for it and hobbling around trying to get on Metro North, just took the adventure and quixotic ness out of it and in my panicky state, residing on the couches in my Dad's living room, even with a potentially annoyed sister, seemed far less hazardous and scary and as I say I bolted Boston and returned home.
Some male is yelling Hey from below, I dont know for what, but it is extremely annoying and rude. Apparently my Brit and German friends think I should be sweet and docile and joyous when I get peremptory messages like this, but I had an encounter yesterday and my cumulative rage welled up and I yelled shut up, shut up at Nasr Mohd bawling at me from below, I have no idea for what, but apparently I had a visitor and I managed to shoo him off, becoz of the creepy and dysfunctional way they had of getting under my skin to let me know he was apparently there.
so it is exactly One Week, give a few hours, from last Sunday when I fled the United States of America in a state of panic and relief
I was in Boston, about to complete a conference in Cancer Medicine, but the triple threat of dwindling cash, rapidly filling up credit cards, a creepy chest and throat cold, and limiting knee pain, overcame my cheery resilience and quixotic notions of blogging the Presidential primaries for my unspecified Press and Media buddies, who have as yet to make real or meaningful contact with me, but with whom I share a rich if largely imaginary and projected relationship.
I was in the boston hotel room, at the Fairmont Copley, with incessant door slamming by the other guests and the mostly Haitian housestaff, one day of horrendous slamming by one of the managers there, weird sound effects by a couple of the other managers.
I had attempted to attend as many sessions of the Cancer Medicine as possible, having arrived the previous Sunday, from London.
The sharp cold and dryness of the airconditioning prolly done me in by the third night when I woke with horrendous throat pain. Lozenges were of no use, or only limited, but I remembered that I had a packet of 6 pack Azithral, zithromycin, and deployed it at 200 am.
After that, the panic only increased.
On my first 2 days, I was actually quite happy, I moved around Boylston St, and St James St and posted my sisters and my registration renewals with return receipts and was happy with my surroundings and the new TV friends I seemed to have acquired and re acquaintance with old friends on CNN, ESPN.
There was no BBC and deutsche welle, and that may have led to my increasing feeling of being out in outer space and limbo, although the horrendous noise and the increasing intrusions of crowds when I moved outside may have been a factor.
Knees that started aching after a mere 15 minutes of fairly slow ambulation also led to my increasing panic of lack of ambulation, the dwindling cash was a huge factor and the throat pain reduced but a persistent catching pain started to develop in the bronchial retrosternal region.
So on Friday night, after my Dad had made twice or three times daily calls at my insistence and grateful request, when my Dad suggested I forget about the next phase of the trip which was supposed to be in New York, I was flooded with relief and too scared to venture out of the room to go to the computer room, since the habit of bystanders of making noisy or verbal commentary on my computer work had followed me to Boston, and waited next morning, when my first try on Northwest yielded me a potential reservation.
Gladly I fled back to my room, my Dad called and I excitedly told him the news of the potential reservation, and he said Done, do it, and I immediately called Northwest where a slightly persnickety chick nonetheless managed to make my reservation on Saturday for the following Sunday (1 week ago) to return home.
It was a tourist class ticket, I wasnt even sure I would fit in the seat, or find meals, or make it through the flight without getting a DVT or worsenening chest cold, or losing my personal belongings, but I was thrilled.
Being in the USA, even with a US passport, without a home address, with dwindling cash, with bad knees, which suddenly got bad, and a bad throat and chest cold seemed like a hazardous enterprise.
My Dad and my sister are pretty frail, but suddenly I felt the three of us together in India, even with me perched uncomfortably on one of 2 couches, and rotating between bathrooms to avoid giving trouble to others, was still a way, way hugely better situation.
I also checked a little booklet of Indian holidays and planetary alignments and this past week and a few days of the next were wall to wall sad or mournful or scary ***grihas*** alignments and I just felt way too panicked to continue to take a chance.
So here I am, back in India, a week after I fled Boston and gave up on my quixotic notions of blogging the Presidential primaries for my real and imaginary and projected friends, mostly in the international Press.
Bye bye
I was in the boston hotel room, at the Fairmont Copley, with incessant door slamming by the other guests and the mostly Haitian housestaff, one day of horrendous slamming by one of the managers there, weird sound effects by a couple of the other managers.
I had attempted to attend as many sessions of the Cancer Medicine as possible, having arrived the previous Sunday, from London.
The sharp cold and dryness of the airconditioning prolly done me in by the third night when I woke with horrendous throat pain. Lozenges were of no use, or only limited, but I remembered that I had a packet of 6 pack Azithral, zithromycin, and deployed it at 200 am.
After that, the panic only increased.
On my first 2 days, I was actually quite happy, I moved around Boylston St, and St James St and posted my sisters and my registration renewals with return receipts and was happy with my surroundings and the new TV friends I seemed to have acquired and re acquaintance with old friends on CNN, ESPN.
There was no BBC and deutsche welle, and that may have led to my increasing feeling of being out in outer space and limbo, although the horrendous noise and the increasing intrusions of crowds when I moved outside may have been a factor.
Knees that started aching after a mere 15 minutes of fairly slow ambulation also led to my increasing panic of lack of ambulation, the dwindling cash was a huge factor and the throat pain reduced but a persistent catching pain started to develop in the bronchial retrosternal region.
So on Friday night, after my Dad had made twice or three times daily calls at my insistence and grateful request, when my Dad suggested I forget about the next phase of the trip which was supposed to be in New York, I was flooded with relief and too scared to venture out of the room to go to the computer room, since the habit of bystanders of making noisy or verbal commentary on my computer work had followed me to Boston, and waited next morning, when my first try on Northwest yielded me a potential reservation.
Gladly I fled back to my room, my Dad called and I excitedly told him the news of the potential reservation, and he said Done, do it, and I immediately called Northwest where a slightly persnickety chick nonetheless managed to make my reservation on Saturday for the following Sunday (1 week ago) to return home.
It was a tourist class ticket, I wasnt even sure I would fit in the seat, or find meals, or make it through the flight without getting a DVT or worsenening chest cold, or losing my personal belongings, but I was thrilled.
Being in the USA, even with a US passport, without a home address, with dwindling cash, with bad knees, which suddenly got bad, and a bad throat and chest cold seemed like a hazardous enterprise.
My Dad and my sister are pretty frail, but suddenly I felt the three of us together in India, even with me perched uncomfortably on one of 2 couches, and rotating between bathrooms to avoid giving trouble to others, was still a way, way hugely better situation.
I also checked a little booklet of Indian holidays and planetary alignments and this past week and a few days of the next were wall to wall sad or mournful or scary ***grihas*** alignments and I just felt way too panicked to continue to take a chance.
So here I am, back in India, a week after I fled Boston and gave up on my quixotic notions of blogging the Presidential primaries for my real and imaginary and projected friends, mostly in the international Press.
Bye bye
Thursday, September 6, 2007
My need for cash, and my great love affair attachment and immense aggravation annoyance with DW TV or Dee Vee Tee Fowl
I will work for money and expenses, I will be happy to get fired if any of DW’s or any other agencies sets up a ruckus, like I care, and wonders, I will also be happy to print retractions or remonstrations, with the proviso that I put the original statement as is, and then explain who required me to make what remonstration or retraction. I think that is perfeckly fair.
I don’t have time to look up Rudy’s number or anything, but the good thang is he is in the Washington DC office, so there should be no problem his hiring or renting my American ass.
Stupid man Shane Frankhauser, the massive idiot, kept thinking I wanna job in GERMANY. Man, that would suck big time, thas why the last time I was in Hamburg and the natives bothered my damn ass, and I couldn’t find DW on the TV dial, did I tell ya, the nitwits cant get the time of day in their own country, hahahhahahahahahahha.
Well, I was in Hamburg, being lured to Germany by the thought of so many sexy people in DW, although they are wily, manipulative and frequently nazis, but there I was, and then I discover that stupid asses aren’t even broadcast in their own country, imagine fucking that.
Peter Dolle gets very upset when I keep bringing it up, but it is no small thing to be the national tv channel and then ya cant even get seen.
Then I went to this store on Monckebergstrasse and says, I wants to buy me the little portable tv in the winder, just like in the song, and the man, Bamberg is his name, goes all trembly and nuts and says, oh I don’t know if we have it, I said, I can see it on your walls and you have it in your show winder, then he says, we don’t take credit cards, so I says fine, I have a debit card and then he pooh poohs that becoz it has it a mastercard on the logo, so what, it’s a debit card from Citibank and I just got money from the bank TWICE on it, but he insists it’s a debit card, so I finally count out all the Euros I have, my Dad made me buy some with Indian Rupees, so I have some left over from the cab ride home and the coffee I bought at the airport and I had some from the stuff I withdrew and voila, I had the Euro 189.99 that they was asking for the bitty little Roadstar TV and Bamberg looked better when he heard I was gonna be looking for DW tv and not some Nazi station, but they was all shaking like a leaf, lemme tell y a.
And I was wearing my American badge that says home of the free and land of the brave and I was bawling, I didn’t come from the home of the free and the land of the brave to get rolled over in every store in this Nazi town.
And my country liberated your country, so there.
I can tell ya it was quite a scene, but I was Mad as Hell and not gonna take it anymore, coz the lady in the telephone store first acted all high handed with me, then I says I wanna buy a telephone on which you can watch TV and see, see, Peter Dolle already said streaming video is what they are longing with all their lusty loins to provide, but the lady started barking NO TV, NO TV and then she bawled me out coz I wasn’t carrying my passport, which I kept in the hotel for safety, for fuck’s sake, I wanted to get pickpocketed or something. So who knew.
Yeah, so I was mad as heck and I already knew Reliance TV wanted to give us what they call 3G product, or video and TV on our phones and I was steadily buying phones with the hopes of getting to see different services and I had already bought 3 baseline extra phones in the US and I couldn’t see what the fuss was and why Bamberg was shaking like a leaf and then the lady at the desk handed me my TV after I proudly and ceremoniously counted out the Euro 190 to be sure I had handed her the right amount and the Nazis didn’t try to pull another fast one on me.
And then I bawled all the way to the hotel, except a nice lady called Remi sold me a lovely sandwich and some nice bread, which always calms me down and then I went back to the hotel and sat down and ate something, so I felt better, then I tried to hook up the wretched Roadstar and guess what, we cant even get DW or Dee Vee Tee Fowl on it. Imagine that.
Bah humbug, I bawled out Peter at least 5 consecutive times the following week, and for once he forgot his smooth moves and he complained to Konrad Pohl on air that I was fixated on it, he made his finger pointy and jabbed it up and down in hilarious exasperation.
But the guys and one lady called Andrea on German TV were chuckling and delighted that I had raised a ruckus and demanded my right to buy a TV to see my own TV station, as I lovingly call Dee Vee Tee Fowl, becoz of all the sexy boys and pretty chicks on it, even though at least half are Nazis and the rest are expats, who are very patient with me.
I don’t have time to look up Rudy’s number or anything, but the good thang is he is in the Washington DC office, so there should be no problem his hiring or renting my American ass.
Stupid man Shane Frankhauser, the massive idiot, kept thinking I wanna job in GERMANY. Man, that would suck big time, thas why the last time I was in Hamburg and the natives bothered my damn ass, and I couldn’t find DW on the TV dial, did I tell ya, the nitwits cant get the time of day in their own country, hahahhahahahahahahha.
Well, I was in Hamburg, being lured to Germany by the thought of so many sexy people in DW, although they are wily, manipulative and frequently nazis, but there I was, and then I discover that stupid asses aren’t even broadcast in their own country, imagine fucking that.
Peter Dolle gets very upset when I keep bringing it up, but it is no small thing to be the national tv channel and then ya cant even get seen.
Then I went to this store on Monckebergstrasse and says, I wants to buy me the little portable tv in the winder, just like in the song, and the man, Bamberg is his name, goes all trembly and nuts and says, oh I don’t know if we have it, I said, I can see it on your walls and you have it in your show winder, then he says, we don’t take credit cards, so I says fine, I have a debit card and then he pooh poohs that becoz it has it a mastercard on the logo, so what, it’s a debit card from Citibank and I just got money from the bank TWICE on it, but he insists it’s a debit card, so I finally count out all the Euros I have, my Dad made me buy some with Indian Rupees, so I have some left over from the cab ride home and the coffee I bought at the airport and I had some from the stuff I withdrew and voila, I had the Euro 189.99 that they was asking for the bitty little Roadstar TV and Bamberg looked better when he heard I was gonna be looking for DW tv and not some Nazi station, but they was all shaking like a leaf, lemme tell y a.
And I was wearing my American badge that says home of the free and land of the brave and I was bawling, I didn’t come from the home of the free and the land of the brave to get rolled over in every store in this Nazi town.
And my country liberated your country, so there.
I can tell ya it was quite a scene, but I was Mad as Hell and not gonna take it anymore, coz the lady in the telephone store first acted all high handed with me, then I says I wanna buy a telephone on which you can watch TV and see, see, Peter Dolle already said streaming video is what they are longing with all their lusty loins to provide, but the lady started barking NO TV, NO TV and then she bawled me out coz I wasn’t carrying my passport, which I kept in the hotel for safety, for fuck’s sake, I wanted to get pickpocketed or something. So who knew.
Yeah, so I was mad as heck and I already knew Reliance TV wanted to give us what they call 3G product, or video and TV on our phones and I was steadily buying phones with the hopes of getting to see different services and I had already bought 3 baseline extra phones in the US and I couldn’t see what the fuss was and why Bamberg was shaking like a leaf and then the lady at the desk handed me my TV after I proudly and ceremoniously counted out the Euro 190 to be sure I had handed her the right amount and the Nazis didn’t try to pull another fast one on me.
And then I bawled all the way to the hotel, except a nice lady called Remi sold me a lovely sandwich and some nice bread, which always calms me down and then I went back to the hotel and sat down and ate something, so I felt better, then I tried to hook up the wretched Roadstar and guess what, we cant even get DW or Dee Vee Tee Fowl on it. Imagine that.
Bah humbug, I bawled out Peter at least 5 consecutive times the following week, and for once he forgot his smooth moves and he complained to Konrad Pohl on air that I was fixated on it, he made his finger pointy and jabbed it up and down in hilarious exasperation.
But the guys and one lady called Andrea on German TV were chuckling and delighted that I had raised a ruckus and demanded my right to buy a TV to see my own TV station, as I lovingly call Dee Vee Tee Fowl, becoz of all the sexy boys and pretty chicks on it, even though at least half are Nazis and the rest are expats, who are very patient with me.
Today I continued to explicate Not Drivel and had the blessed idea to talk to Rudy Lentiger at DW TV about it, wee hours of my time zone, but not his
9.7.07 in my time zone, 3.28 am
How to fund this blog called Mostly NotDrivel, which it may or may not be, is always a question and most bloggers are proudly and defiantly impecunious and those that aren’t are frequently morons or simpleminded or toadies.
I was not gonna fund it to tell the truth, but cadge off people and churn my credit accounts over and over to wring out a wee bit of the green to live to write another page.
Or on the other hand, I could go bust, which I have been hysterically threatening to do, to all the people who freeload my product off of my butt, and live like a large community of barnacles, minnows and leeches off of me as I float around listlessly or furiously as the day may be, like a large sea mammal. Whale would be too easy, manatee would be closer especially since buxomness has always been a major feature.
So I had no plans to fund it as laughably it may be termed, but tonite I noticed Rudy Lentz or Rudiger Lentz or Rudi Lentziger, one of those three from Deutsche Welle TV looking at me like a sad daschund. Since he has one of those daschund looks chronically, this was not a stretch, but in my imagination I heard the sound of loud bawling.
Foolishly and fantastically, I attributed it to my short term boyfriend, the very sexy and iron pex, rock hard abs Peter Dolle.
This too is not a stretch since handsome Peter often does pretend bawling. I suspect this is a long stand trick of his to get what he wants from females aged 19-99. Also looking endearingly at their knees. I did not know how efficacious these two self evident and obvious tricks could be, and Tom Arnold could certainly use them, also Jay Leno, but Peter Dolle has them down pat.
These TV anchor and reporter boys have learnt a array of tricks which they practice and share on me. This includes the fake bawling, the remorseful yet reproachful glance, the what query glance, the aforesaid knee gazing, which Michael Holmes duly pulled on me, right after Peter Dolle, did, the lil minx, and the reproachful adjustment of the collar to indicate that whew they are feeling the heat.
Which being little rascal reporters, I can guarantee ya ass, dollars to holes in the mud, that they chuckle over as soon as they get their desired object or issue settled their way.
To their immense sorrow, I am either extremely dense or extremely wily, dense is more likely, and some how, managed to bypass many of their tricks, but I regularly fall for a few of them, so do not imagine I am patting myself or anything. Feeling rue is more like it for being fat, friendless and moneyless, so there ya go Rudy.
How to fund this blog called Mostly NotDrivel, which it may or may not be, is always a question and most bloggers are proudly and defiantly impecunious and those that aren’t are frequently morons or simpleminded or toadies.
I was not gonna fund it to tell the truth, but cadge off people and churn my credit accounts over and over to wring out a wee bit of the green to live to write another page.
Or on the other hand, I could go bust, which I have been hysterically threatening to do, to all the people who freeload my product off of my butt, and live like a large community of barnacles, minnows and leeches off of me as I float around listlessly or furiously as the day may be, like a large sea mammal. Whale would be too easy, manatee would be closer especially since buxomness has always been a major feature.
So I had no plans to fund it as laughably it may be termed, but tonite I noticed Rudy Lentz or Rudiger Lentz or Rudi Lentziger, one of those three from Deutsche Welle TV looking at me like a sad daschund. Since he has one of those daschund looks chronically, this was not a stretch, but in my imagination I heard the sound of loud bawling.
Foolishly and fantastically, I attributed it to my short term boyfriend, the very sexy and iron pex, rock hard abs Peter Dolle.
This too is not a stretch since handsome Peter often does pretend bawling. I suspect this is a long stand trick of his to get what he wants from females aged 19-99. Also looking endearingly at their knees. I did not know how efficacious these two self evident and obvious tricks could be, and Tom Arnold could certainly use them, also Jay Leno, but Peter Dolle has them down pat.
These TV anchor and reporter boys have learnt a array of tricks which they practice and share on me. This includes the fake bawling, the remorseful yet reproachful glance, the what query glance, the aforesaid knee gazing, which Michael Holmes duly pulled on me, right after Peter Dolle, did, the lil minx, and the reproachful adjustment of the collar to indicate that whew they are feeling the heat.
Which being little rascal reporters, I can guarantee ya ass, dollars to holes in the mud, that they chuckle over as soon as they get their desired object or issue settled their way.
To their immense sorrow, I am either extremely dense or extremely wily, dense is more likely, and some how, managed to bypass many of their tricks, but I regularly fall for a few of them, so do not imagine I am patting myself or anything. Feeling rue is more like it for being fat, friendless and moneyless, so there ya go Rudy.
How this blog started and I named it Mostly Not Drivel on 8.26.07 in the wee hours of my time zone
This is a blog called Mostly Not Drivel, which is not to say it is not drivel, hahahahahahha, if you actually believe that. It only hopes to be Mostly Not Drivel, or pretends it is Mostly Not Drivel, when most of the time it is.
It is authored by the famous international courtesan, dominatrix, persecuted spy, called Completely Surreal.
Completely Surreal is really my name, really, you must believe this totally and completely or Tinkerbelle and Andromeda will fall from the sky, so pay attention.
I started this blog becoz I want to attend the Presidential Primaries, if I can, particularly since there are a large number of Press obsessed with my ass.
Politicians are also obsessed with my ass, but I don’t care. I know I should, but I have hots for mainly sexy people in the Press. This could be my major undoing, becoz they are spies, liars, alkies, unreliables, philanderers and also gay. I just put that in to annoy people and fool them. All the hot ones are mostly gay and totally unreliable and mean.
Yes, they are, you can tell them I told you, they don’t care, the heck they do, they just laugh at me all the time, the hot ones are gay and the gay ones are totally unreliable and mean. To me especially.
So being hot for them is really stupid of me as you can see, but I have not thus far claimed in any way or shape to be smart, so you see, it all turns out alright.
I have no interest in what is quaintly called Issues in Presidential Primaries. I just wanna go what I call Heartland of America, which I love and eat Heartland food, only if it is Vegetarian and search for faked up meat and turkey and chicken in the supermarkets and eat macaroni spinach and cheese and mashed taters and broccoli and beer soup and gorgeous food like that, which all the ninny ass press loathe and barf on, everyday, becoz they are spoilt as hell and do not know what is good for them.
Obviously they suspect I do know what is good for them, so even though they loathe and fear me, they stick to my ass like glue. I would be happy to have them buzz off, and do the primaries on my own, but I have no idea what is possible or not.
I also like to sleep in motels and shop in strip malls, so you can see, I have Presidential Primary blogger written all over me.
Do not expect any crap about the inane stuff called Issues from me, I already debunked that ludicrous notion.
I will write about the food I ate and the bathrooms and the clothes I see and who I have the hots for on any day.
In between I will take the time to educate your sorry asses about never getting involved in stupid places like Darfur or the Mideast and tell you why Angela Merkel and the total ass Steinmeir are both fucking asses, he looks like an aging English stage star slightly less annoying than Gielgud or O Toole, but only slightly and if they didn’t hate me before, they sure gonna hate me now.
I am already starting off my planned trip to Berlin in an excellent way, I can see. Hahahahhahahahaha.
Stupid louts in my building compound and moronically heterero starved sexual ethnic groups seem to think when I lay in my couch and play alchemy and board games on my phone or pda, I am thinking about sex.
Hahhahahahahahahahhaah, nothing could be further from the truth. I am plotting how to take over America and plant Bill Richardson as the next president and also eat as much mac and cheese and broccoli and beer soup and only occasionally plot if I can get laid, but since my boyfriends are all gay, that is a complete and total joke. I might however buy some dildos and break the law in Heartland of America in my plot to overthrow Bush and install Bill Richardson.
I forgot that Bush is supposed to go anyway, but I keep suspecting he is plotting a dynastic rule and Suzanne Malveaux and Elaine Chiano are his secret helpling concubine princesses, so I feel we should be ready to overthrow him, should he and his 4 biyotch princesses attempt a dynastic succession.
In any case, mac and cheese, beer and broccoli soup, and strip malls are always good for you and gay hot reporters are also always good for you, even if they are liars and alkies and philanderers, in fact, even better.
If you believe all of the above, you are apparently all ready ready to become a friend of this blog, called Mostly Not Drivel, a name used with deep and hysterically hilarious irony, as you can see.
Bye bye
It is authored by the famous international courtesan, dominatrix, persecuted spy, called Completely Surreal.
Completely Surreal is really my name, really, you must believe this totally and completely or Tinkerbelle and Andromeda will fall from the sky, so pay attention.
I started this blog becoz I want to attend the Presidential Primaries, if I can, particularly since there are a large number of Press obsessed with my ass.
Politicians are also obsessed with my ass, but I don’t care. I know I should, but I have hots for mainly sexy people in the Press. This could be my major undoing, becoz they are spies, liars, alkies, unreliables, philanderers and also gay. I just put that in to annoy people and fool them. All the hot ones are mostly gay and totally unreliable and mean.
Yes, they are, you can tell them I told you, they don’t care, the heck they do, they just laugh at me all the time, the hot ones are gay and the gay ones are totally unreliable and mean. To me especially.
So being hot for them is really stupid of me as you can see, but I have not thus far claimed in any way or shape to be smart, so you see, it all turns out alright.
I have no interest in what is quaintly called Issues in Presidential Primaries. I just wanna go what I call Heartland of America, which I love and eat Heartland food, only if it is Vegetarian and search for faked up meat and turkey and chicken in the supermarkets and eat macaroni spinach and cheese and mashed taters and broccoli and beer soup and gorgeous food like that, which all the ninny ass press loathe and barf on, everyday, becoz they are spoilt as hell and do not know what is good for them.
Obviously they suspect I do know what is good for them, so even though they loathe and fear me, they stick to my ass like glue. I would be happy to have them buzz off, and do the primaries on my own, but I have no idea what is possible or not.
I also like to sleep in motels and shop in strip malls, so you can see, I have Presidential Primary blogger written all over me.
Do not expect any crap about the inane stuff called Issues from me, I already debunked that ludicrous notion.
I will write about the food I ate and the bathrooms and the clothes I see and who I have the hots for on any day.
In between I will take the time to educate your sorry asses about never getting involved in stupid places like Darfur or the Mideast and tell you why Angela Merkel and the total ass Steinmeir are both fucking asses, he looks like an aging English stage star slightly less annoying than Gielgud or O Toole, but only slightly and if they didn’t hate me before, they sure gonna hate me now.
I am already starting off my planned trip to Berlin in an excellent way, I can see. Hahahahhahahahaha.
Stupid louts in my building compound and moronically heterero starved sexual ethnic groups seem to think when I lay in my couch and play alchemy and board games on my phone or pda, I am thinking about sex.
Hahhahahahahahahahhaah, nothing could be further from the truth. I am plotting how to take over America and plant Bill Richardson as the next president and also eat as much mac and cheese and broccoli and beer soup and only occasionally plot if I can get laid, but since my boyfriends are all gay, that is a complete and total joke. I might however buy some dildos and break the law in Heartland of America in my plot to overthrow Bush and install Bill Richardson.
I forgot that Bush is supposed to go anyway, but I keep suspecting he is plotting a dynastic rule and Suzanne Malveaux and Elaine Chiano are his secret helpling concubine princesses, so I feel we should be ready to overthrow him, should he and his 4 biyotch princesses attempt a dynastic succession.
In any case, mac and cheese, beer and broccoli soup, and strip malls are always good for you and gay hot reporters are also always good for you, even if they are liars and alkies and philanderers, in fact, even better.
If you believe all of the above, you are apparently all ready ready to become a friend of this blog, called Mostly Not Drivel, a name used with deep and hysterically hilarious irony, as you can see.
Bye bye
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