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May those who Help the Most Win!

So Google announced their new contest, called 10^100 (10 to the 100) something like that. It's a contest to see who can come up with an idea to help the most (environment, people, education etc...)
Google will fund your idea with 10 Mil's to help you get started. I want to come up with something, something clever, something that will help under the people category or education category.
I will have better chances winning by helping people and educating them then the environment.... that's the truth.

Anyway i saw the Hippo Roller and i am so amazed! it's Genius!
check it out. I want to invent something like this.

www.hipporoller.org

www.project10tothe100.com

Stamp on me.

Before my prestigious Stamp expires this December 2008, i would like to make some money.

i am offering my services as a public notary, the stamp is very cheap... and i won't ask for identification unless weapons are being sold...I'm a puchee (like an Icelandic friend of mine says).

so if you wanna get married, legalize papers, sell a gun or just make your document seem important or serious comment back here or email me or get in contact with me somehow.

Stamping document one at a time....
Sega.

Confessions of an A**hole

September 4 at 1:34am

(name withheld to protect anonimity) told me she msged you today in regards to the comment you sent us. why, DIZZLE (name changed)? you knew deep down we wouldnt accept the invitation. dont be silly like that. i know it's an awkward situation for you but, you brought it upon yourself.

you chose to get involved with her. you screwed it up. you chose to get involved with me. you screwed that up too. it now just so happens that we work together....and we truly get along and enjoy each other's company. we don't talk about you as much as im sure you'd like us to.

you're a cool guy. you know ive always thought that. don't be childish or ask such dumb things of us. your invitation seemed malicious and lacking any sort of good intention. you know id love to go to your races but, you havent invited me to any in months and now you invite me to one with her? cmon, now...

regardless, have fun. good luck with your races. and learn from your experiences. grow from them. dont allow yourself to be consumed by your naturally impulsive behavior and say dumb things. you know better.

sorry im typing so much...ive had quite a bit to drink and am therefore expressing myself more openly. jaja

i hope everything else is going well for you. ever since youve decided to "distance yourself" from me i havent really spoken to you. i just see random pictures of you with black girls...lol. hope that's treating you well ;)

be good. not necessarily to others...but to yourself. i know it sounds cheesy/corny but, its true. its important to be proud of your choices at the end of the day. atleast for me, there's no greater disappointment than knowing i fucked up.

with that said, au revoir monsieur.

p.s. i think i saw (name withheld) at bougies tonight? maybe...idk....i think?


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Date:

Jun 23, 2008 6:28 PM

Subject:

thats all.

Body:

received a missed call from you at 6am? still have your belt i'll leave it w/ joey for when you next see him or you can scoop it up at some point. ive moved though...

rhetorically speaking... i feel you have little respect for me. it's really the principal that's disappointing.
how shamelessly callus.


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Date:

May 25, 2008 3:05 PM

Subject:

thanks

Body:

for selling me out!

New Un-Scenesters...

So along with Miss Tina a.k.a w/e she wants to go by, I'm also joined by Will.e Haze and Solaaange a.k.a Sega... the master mind behind Switch Blade Posse Productions. Yeah Boi! Here I go again talking to myself, eh.

WHITE PRIVILEGE

September 13, 2008, 2:01 pm

This is Your Nation on White Privilege

By Tim Wise

For those who still can’t grasp the concept of white privilege, or who are constantly looking for some easy-to-understand examples of it, perhaps this list will help.

White privilege is when you can get pregnant at seventeen like Bristol Palin and everyone is quick to insist that your life and that of your family is a personal matter, and that no one has a right to judge you or your parents, because “every family has challenges,” even as black and Latino families with similar “challenges” are regularly typified as irresponsible, pathological and arbiters of social decay.

White privilege is when you can call yourself a “fuckin’ redneck,” like Bristol Palin’s boyfriend does, and talk about how if anyone messes with you, you'll “kick their fuckin' ass,” and talk about how you like to “shoot shit” for fun, and still be viewed as a responsible, all-American boy (and a great son-in-law to be) rather than a thug.

White privilege is when you can attend four different colleges in six years like Sarah Palin did (one of which you basically failed out of, then returned to after making up some coursework at a community college), and no one questions your intelligence or commitment to achievement, whereas a person of color who did this would be viewed as unfit for college, and probably someone who only got in in the first place because of affirmative action.

White privilege is when you can claim that being mayor of a town smaller than most medium-sized colleges, and then Governor of a state with about the same number of people as the lower fifth of the island of Manhattan, makes you ready to potentially be president, and people don’t all piss on themselves with laughter, while being a black U.S. Senator, two-term state Senator, and constitutional law scholar, means you’re “untested.”


White privilege is being able to say that you support the words “under God” in the pledge of allegiance because “if it was good enough for the founding fathers, it’s good enough for me,” and not be immediately disqualified from holding office--since, after all, the pledge was written in the late 1800s and the “under God” part wasn’t added until the 1950s--while believing that reading accused criminals and terrorists their rights (because, ya know, the Constitution, which you used to teach at a prestigious law school requires it), is a dangerous and silly idea only supported by mushy liberals.


White privilege is being able to be a gun enthusiast and not make people immediately scared of you.


White privilege is being able to have a husband who was a member of an extremist political party that wants your state to secede from the Union, and whose motto was “Alaska first,” and no one questions your patriotism or that of your family, while if you're black and your spouse merely fails to come to a 9/11 memorial so she can be home with her kids on the first day of school, people immediately think she’s being disrespectful.


White privilege is being able to make fun of community organizers and the work they do--like, among other things, fight for the right of women to vote, or for civil rights, or the 8-hour workday, or an end to child labor--and people think you’re being pithy and tough, but if you merely question the experience of a small town mayor and 18-month governor with no foreign policy expertise beyond a class she took in college--you’re somehow being mean, or even sexist.


White privilege is being able to convince white women who don’t even agree with you on any substantive issue to vote for you and your running mate anyway, because all of a sudden your presence on the ticket has inspired confidence in these same white women, and made them give your party a “second look.”


White privilege is being able to fire people who didn’t support your political campaigns and not be accused of abusing your power or being a typical politician who engages in favoritism, while being black and merely knowing some folks from the old-line political machines in Chicago means you must be corrupt.


White privilege is being able to attend churches over the years whose pastors say that people who voted for John Kerry or merely criticize George W. Bush are going to hell, and that the U.S. is an explicitly Christian nation and the job of Christians is to bring Christian theological principles into government, and who bring in speakers who say the conflict in the Middle East is God’s punishment on Jews for rejecting Jesus, and everyone can still think you’re just a good church-going Christian, but if you’re black and friends with a black pastor who has noted (as have Colin Powell and the U.S. Department of Defense) that terrorist attacks are often the result of U.S. foreign policy and who talks about the history of racism and its effect on black people, you’re an extremist who probably hates America.


White privilege is not knowing what the Bush Doctrine is when asked by a reporter, and then people get angry at the reporter for asking you such a “trick question,” while being black and merely refusing to give one-word answers to the queries of Bill O’Reilly means you’re dodging the question, or trying to seem overly intellectual and nuanced.


White privilege is being able to claim your experience as a POW has anything at all to do with your fitness for president, while being black and experiencing racism is, as Sarah Palin has referred to it a “light” burden.


And finally, white privilege is the only thing that could possibly allow someone to become president when he has voted with George W. Bush 90 percent of the time, even as unemployment is skyrocketing, people are losing their homes, inflation is rising, and the U.S. is increasingly isolated from world opinion, just because white voters aren’t sure about that whole “change” thing. Ya know, it’s just too vague and ill-defined, unlike, say, four more years of the same, which is very concrete and certain…


White privilege is, in short, the problem.

(Please visit: http://www.redroom.com/blog/tim-wise/this-your-nation-white-privilege if you read this. Just click the link or Comment on that page instead of this one. He writes for redroom.com NOT this blog) I just had to copy and paste this article. I would like to be fair. I'm sorry for not contacting the author and asking permision to do so but I"m giving him props and I hope he don't mind.

I'd like to take a minute...

just sit right there, I"ll tell you how... da,da,da,da... I'll like to welcome the latest member of my blogging family ::drum roll:: Miss Tina a.k.a what ever she wants. I wanna see where this blog goes. Hopefully it's the kind of place people turn to for entertainment and information but in the mean time I feel like I'm talking to myself, eh.

Winged Wednesday Bike Ride

Please Check out my friend's blog... miamibikescene.blogspot.com

We go out on a weekly bike ride every Wednesday night and last night was extra special. I was gonna type away and vent about but Rydel did a hell of a job breaking it down. Please check it out and laugh.

Published on Adbusters Culturejammer Headquarters (http://www.adbusters.org)

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Hipster: The Dead End of Western Civilization

By Abdul

Created 07/29/2008 - 15:11

• Cover Story
• 79
• counterculture
• hipster

East and West [1]

79

Douglas Haddow [2]

We’ve reached a point in our civilization where counterculture has mutated into a self-obsessed aesthetic vacuum. So while hipsterdom is the end product of all prior countercultures, it’s been stripped of its subversion and originality. (Cover story of Adbusters Issue #79, on newsstands now.)

I‘m sipping a scummy pint of cloudy beer in the back of a trendy dive bar turned nightclub in the heart of the city’s heroin district. In front of me stand a gang of hippiesh grunge-punk types, who crowd around each other and collectively scoff at the smoking laws by sneaking puffs of “fuck-you,” reveling in their perceived rebellion as the haggard, staggering staff look on without the slightest concern.

The “DJ” is keystroking a selection of MP3s off his MacBook, making a mix that sounds like he took a hatchet to a collection of yesteryear billboard hits, from DMX to Dolly Parton, but mashed up with a jittery techno backbeat.

“So… this is a hipster party?” I ask the girl sitting next to me. She’s wearing big dangling earrings, an American Apparel V-neck tee, non-prescription eyeglasses and an inappropriately warm wool coat.

“Yeah, just look around you, 99 percent of the people here are total hipsters!”

“Are you a hipster?”

“Fuck no,” she says, laughing back the last of her glass before she hops off to the dance floor.

Ever since the Allies bombed the Axis into submission, Western civilization has had a succession of counter-culture movements that have energetically challenged the status quo. Each successive decade of the post-war era has seen it smash social standards, riot and fight to revolutionize every aspect of music, art, government and civil society.

But after punk was plasticized and hip hop lost its impetus for social change, all of the formerly dominant streams of “counter-culture” have merged together. Now, one mutating, trans-Atlantic melting pot of styles, tastes and behavior has come to define the generally indefinable idea of the “Hipster.”

An artificial appropriation of different styles from different eras, the hipster represents the end of Western civilization – a culture lost in the superficiality of its past and unable to create any new meaning. Not only is it unsustainable, it is suicidal. While previous youth movements have challenged the dysfunction and decadence of their elders, today we have the “hipster” – a youth subculture that mirrors the doomed shallowness of mainstream society.

***

Take a stroll down the street in any major North American or European city and you’ll be sure to see a speckle of fashion-conscious twentysomethings hanging about and sporting a number of predictable stylistic trademarks: skinny jeans, cotton spandex leggings, fixed-gear bikes, vintage flannel, fake eyeglasses and a keffiyeh – initially sported by Jewish students and Western protesters to express solidarity with Palestinians, the keffiyeh has become a completely meaningless hipster cliché fashion accessory.

The American Apparel V-neck shirt, Pabst Blue Ribbon beer and Parliament cigarettes are symbols and icons of working or revolutionary classes that have been appropriated by hipsterdom and drained of meaning. Ten years ago, a man wearing a plain V-neck tee and drinking a Pabst would never be accused of being a trend-follower. But in 2008, such things have become shameless clichés of a class of individuals that seek to escape their own wealth and privilege by immersing themselves in the aesthetic of the working class.

This obsession with “street-cred” reaches its apex of absurdity as hipsters have recently and wholeheartedly adopted the fixed-gear bike as the only acceptable form of transportation – only to have brakes installed on a piece of machinery that is defined by its lack thereof.

Lovers of apathy and irony, hipsters are connected through a global network of blogs and shops that push forth a global vision of fashion-informed aesthetics. Loosely associated with some form of creative output, they attend art parties, take lo-fi pictures with analog cameras, ride their bikes to night clubs and sweat it up at nouveau disco-coke parties. The hipster tends to religiously blog about their daily exploits, usually while leafing through generation-defining magazines like Vice, Another Magazine and Wallpaper. This cursory and stylized lifestyle has made the hipster almost universally loathed.

“These hipster zombies… are the idols of the style pages, the darlings of viral marketers and the marks of predatory real-estate agents,” wrote Christian Lorentzen in a Time Out New York article entitled ‘Why the Hipster Must Die.’ “And they must be buried for cool to be reborn.”

With nothing to defend, uphold or even embrace, the idea of “hipsterdom” is left wide open for attack. And yet, it is this ironic lack of authenticity that has allowed hipsterdom to grow into a global phenomenon that is set to consume the very core of Western counterculture. Most critics make a point of attacking the hipster’s lack of individuality, but it is this stubborn obfuscation that distinguishes them from their predecessors, while allowing hipsterdom to easily blend in and mutate other social movements, sub-cultures and lifestyles.

***

Standing outside an art-party next to a neat row of locked-up fixed-gear bikes, I come across a couple girls who exemplify hipster homogeneity. I ask one of the girls if her being at an art party and wearing fake eyeglasses, leggings and a flannel shirt makes her a hipster.

“I’m not comfortable with that term,” she replies.

Her friend adds, with just a flicker of menace in her eyes, “Yeah, I don’t know, you shouldn’t use that word, it’s just…”

“Offensive?”

“No… it’s just, well… if you don’t know why then you just shouldn’t even use it.”

“Ok, so what are you girls doing tonight after this party?”

“Ummm… We’re going to the after-party.”

***

Gavin McInnes, one of the founders of Vice, who recently left the magazine, is considered to be one of hipsterdom’s primary architects. But, in contrast to the majority of concerned media-types, McInnes, whose “Dos and Don’ts” commentary defined the rules of hipster fashion for over a decade, is more critical of those doing the criticizing.

“I’ve always found that word [“hipster”] is used with such disdain, like it’s always used by chubby bloggers who aren’t getting laid anymore and are bored, and they’re just so mad at these young kids for going out and getting wasted and having fun and being fashionable,” he says. “I’m dubious of these hypotheses because they always smell of an agenda.”

Punks wear their tattered threads and studded leather jackets with honor, priding themselves on their innovative and cheap methods of self-expression and rebellion. B-boys and b-girls announce themselves to anyone within earshot with baggy gear and boomboxes. But it is rare, if not impossible, to find an individual who will proclaim themself a proud hipster. It’s an odd dance of self-identity – adamantly denying your existence while wearing clearly defined symbols that proclaims it.

***

“He’s 17 and he lives for the scene!” a girl whispers in my ear as I sneak a photo of a young kid dancing up against a wall in a dimly lit corner of the after-party. He’s got a flipped-out, do-it-yourself haircut, skin-tight jeans, leather jacket, a vintage punk tee and some popping high tops.

“Shoot me,” he demands, walking up, cigarette in mouth, striking a pose and exhaling. He hits a few different angles with a firmly unimpressed expression and then gets a bit giddy when I show him the results.

“Rad, thanks,” he says, re-focusing on the music and submerging himself back into the sweaty funk of the crowd where he resumes a jittery head bobble with a little bit of a twitch.

The dance floor at a hipster party looks like it should be surrounded by quotation marks. While punk, disco and hip hop all had immersive, intimate and energetic dance styles that liberated the dancer from his/her mental states – be it the head-spinning b-boy or violent thrashings of a live punk show – the hipster has more of a joke dance. A faux shrug shuffle that mocks the very idea of dancing or, at its best, illustrates a non-committal fear of expression typified in a weird twitch/ironic twist. The dancers are too self-aware to let themselves feel any form of liberation; they shuffle along, shrugging themselves into oblivion.

***

Perhaps the true motivation behind this deliberate nonchalance is an attempt to attract the attention of the ever-present party photographers, who swim through the crowd like neon sharks, flashing little blasts of phosphorescent ecstasy whenever they spot someone worth momentarily immortalizing.

Noticing a few flickers of light splash out from the club bathroom, I peep in only to find one such photographer taking part in an impromptu soft-core porno shoot. Two girls and a guy are taking off their clothes and striking poses for a set of grimy glamour shots. It’s all grins and smirks until another girl pokes her head inside and screeches, “You’re not some club kid in New York in the nineties. This shit is so hipster!” – which sparks a bit of a catfight, causing me to beat a hasty retreat.

In many ways, the lifestyle promoted by hipsterdom is highly ritualized. Many of the party-goers who are subject to the photoblogger’s snapshots no doubt crawl out of bed the next afternoon and immediately re-experience the previous night’s debauchery. Red-eyed and bleary, they sit hunched over their laptops, wading through a sea of similarity to find their own (momentarily) thrilling instant of perfected hipster-ness.

What they may or may not know is that “cool-hunters” will also be skulking the same sites, taking note of how they dress and what they consume. These marketers and party-promoters get paid to co-opt youth culture and then re-sell it back at a profit. In the end, hipsters are sold what they think they invent and are spoon-fed their pre-packaged cultural livelihood.

Hipsterdom is the first “counterculture” to be born under the advertising industry’s microscope, leaving it open to constant manipulation but also forcing its participants to continually shift their interests and affiliations. Less a subculture, the hipster is a consumer group – using their capital to purchase empty authenticity and rebellion. But the moment a trend, band, sound, style or feeling gains too much exposure, it is suddenly looked upon with disdain. Hipsters cannot afford to maintain any cultural loyalties or affiliations for fear they will lose relevance.

An amalgamation of its own history, the youth of the West are left with consuming cool rather that creating it. The cultural zeitgeists of the past have always been sparked by furious indignation and are reactionary movements. But the hipster’s self-involved and isolated maintenance does nothing to feed cultural evolution. Western civilization’s well has run dry. The only way to avoid hitting the colossus of societal failure that looms over the horizon is for the kids to abandon this vain existence and start over.

***

“If you don’t give a damn, we don’t give a fuck!” chants an emcee before his incitements are abruptly cut short when the power plug is pulled and the lights snapped on.

Dawn breaks and the last of the after-after-parties begin to spill into the streets. The hipsters are falling out, rubbing their eyes and scanning the surrounding landscape for the way back from which they came. Some hop on their fixed-gear bikes, some call for cabs, while a few of us hop a fence and cut through the industrial wasteland of a nearby condo development.

The half-built condos tower above us like foreboding monoliths of our yuppie futures. I take a look at one of the girls wearing a bright pink keffiyah and carrying a Polaroid camera and think, “If only we carried rocks instead of cameras, we’d look like revolutionaries.” But instead we ignore the weapons that lie at our feet – oblivious to our own impending demise.

We are a lost generation, desperately clinging to anything that feels real, but too afraid to become it ourselves. We are a defeated generation, resigned to the hypocrisy of those before us, who once sang songs of rebellion and now sell them back to us. We are the last generation, a culmination of all previous things, destroyed by the vapidity that surrounds us. The hipster represents the end of Western civilization – a culture so detached and disconnected that it has stopped giving birth to anything new.

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Source URL: http://www.adbusters.org/magazine/79/hipster.html

Links:
[1] http://www.adbusters.org/magazine/79
[2] http://www.adbusters.org/authors/douglas_haddow

Obama Versus Palin

By Taegan Goddard | September 16, 2008 9:20 AM

If you want to know why Gov. Sarah Palin drives liberal Democrats crazy -- and is helping Sen. Barack Obama raise money at a record pace -- here's an excerpt from an viral email making its way around the country:

• If you grow up in Hawaii, raised by your grandparents, you're "exotic, different."
• Grow up in Alaska eating moose burgers, a quintessential American story.

• If your name is Barack you're a radical, unpatriotic Muslim.
• Name your kids Willow, Trig and Track, you're a maverick.

• Graduate from Harvard law School and you are unstable.
• Attend 5 different small colleges before graduating, you're well grounded.

• If you spend 3 years as a community organizer, become the first black President of the Harvard Law Review, create a voter registration drive that registers 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years as a Constitutional Law professor, spend 8 years as a State Senator representing a district with over 750,000 people, become chairman of the state Senate's Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States Senate representing a state of 13 million people while sponsoring 131 bills and serving on the Foreign Affairs, Environment and Public Works and Veteran's Affairs committees, you don't have any real leadership experience.
• If your total resume is: local weather girl, 4 years on the city council and 6 years as the mayor of a town with less than 7,000 people, 20 months as the governor of a state with only 650,000 people, then you're qualified to become the country's second highest ranking executive.

• If you have been married to the same woman for 19 years while raising two daughters, all within Protestant churches, you're not a real Christian.
• If you cheated on your first wife with a rich heiress, and left your disfigured wife and married the heiress the next month, you're a Christian.

• If you teach responsible, age appropriate sex education, including the proper use of birth control, you are eroding the fiber of society.
• If , while governor, you staunchly advocate abstinence only, with no other option in sex education in your state's school system while your unwed teen daughter ends up pregnant, you're very responsible.

• If your wife is a Harvard graduate lawyer who gave up a position in a prestigious law firm to work for the betterment of her inner city community, then gave that up to raise a family, your family's values don't represent America's.
• If you're husband is nicknamed "First Dude", with at least one DWI conviction and no college education, who didn't register to vote until age 25 and once was a member of a group that advocated the secession of Alaska from the USA, your family is extremely admirable.

Excerpts from Rudepundit.blogspot.com 9/10/2008

9/10/2008

Note To Barack Obama: Use the Sex Ad to Destroy These Fuckers:
"Did you see this shit? This fuckin' ad that the McCain campaign put out that says that Barack Obama wants children to learn about sex "before learning to read." It's about a bill that Obama supported in Illinois that simply added information about sexually-transmitted diseases to the standards for teaching sex education. "

...

"As others have pointed out, it's time to get mad. It's time for Bill Clinton-style finger wagging; it's time for b-ball Obama to rear his head. "

...

"Watching McCain unleashed is like watching a starving tiger in a pen of gazelle. It ain't gonna be pretty. The Rude Pundit imagines McCain seeing the faces of his captors in everyone he looks at, and he's got a bayonet."

"Unless the Obama campaign starts throwing shit at McCain, it will be over. Yeah, Obama wants to change politics, but ask anyone who has ever tried to subvert a system: you gotta do it from the inside." [I added the emphasis]

"The truly aggravating thing is watching opportunity after opportunity pass by the Obama campaign."

...

"The choice of Sarah Palin as a running mate was a brilliant read of the national zeitgeist. She's like the winner of America's Next Top Model, not a qualified politician, and as such, idiot America thinks they relate."

"So, dear Obama campaign, you have to use the word "lie." You wanna make an ad about the Bridge to Nowhere? Call McCain and Palin's assertions "lies." People don't give a fuck about "exaggerations" or "misleading statements." That's lawyer talk. [my emphasis] Don't you get it, you stupid fucks? You call the Bridge to Nowhere statement or the plane-on-E-bay line a lie, you say it everywhere you and your people go, and then the McCain campaign has to prove it's not a fucking lie. That's the way this cocksucking game works. The honorable part is in not being a fucking liar yourself."[me again]

...


"You want the best route? Here it is: emasculate John McCain. Use Palin to cut his nuts off. Constantly say shit like, "Am I running against John McCain or Sarah Palin?" or "If the Republicans wanted her to be president, they should have nominated her" or "Maybe Republicans are used to a vice president that runs the show" or whatever. [YES, YES, YES {i <3 style="font-weight: bold;">Turn him into Palin's bitch. It'll make him insane. And if there's one thing that Republicans hate most about women, it's the perception of the castrating bitch telling men what to do (see all the shit about Hillary Clinton)."

"In other words, Obama campaign, as so many others have advised, go on offense, and that means you have to offend."


Ok... AWESOME! The style of writing is a bit abrasive but then again it's not called The Curtious Pundit. I edited it down a bit because most people are ADD and I wanted to share the parts that I really liked. Please read The Rude Pundit Blog for the entire post.

Eve Ensler on Sarah Palin

Eve Ensler on Sarah Palin

Eve Ensler, the American playwright, performer, feminist and activist best known for "The Vagina Monologues", wrote the following about Sarah Palin:

Drill, Drill, Drill

I am having Sarah Palin nightmares. I dreamt last night that she was a member of a club where they rode snowmobiles and wore the claws of drowned and starved polar bears around their necks. I have a particular thing for Polar Bears. Maybe it's their snowy whiteness or their bigness or the fact that they live in the arctic or that I have never seen one in person or touched one. Maybe it is the fact that they live so comfortably on ice.


Whatever it is, I need the polar bears.


I don't like raging at women. I am a Feminist and have spent my life trying to build community, help empower women and stop violence against them. It is hard to write about Sarah Palin. This is why the Sarah Palin choice was all the more insidious and cynical. The people who made this choice count on the goodness and solidarity of Feminists.


But everything Sarah Palin believes in and practices is antithetical to Feminism which for me is part of one story -- connected to saving the earth, ending racism, empowering women, giving young girls options, opening our minds, deepening tolerance, and ending violence and war.


I believe that the McCain/Palin ticket is one of the most dangerous choices of my lifetime, and should this country chose those candidates the fall-out may be so great, the destruction so vast in so many areas that America may never recover. But what is equally disturbing is the impact that duo would have on the rest of the world. Unfortunately, this is not a joke. In my lifetime I have seen the clownish, the inept, the bizarre be elected to the presidency with regularity.


Sarah Palin does not believe in evolution. I take this as a metaphor. In her world and the world of Fundamentalists nothing changes or gets better or evolves. She does not believe in global warming. The melting of the arctic, the storms that are destroying our cities, the pollution and rise of cancers, are all part of God's plan. She is fighting to take the polar bears off the endangered species list. The earth, in Palin's view, is here to be taken and plundered. The wolves an d the bears are here to be shot and plundered. The oil is here to be taken and plundered. Iraq is here to be taken and plundered. As she said herself of the Iraqi war, "It was a task from God.
"

Sarah Palin does not believe in abortion. She does not believe women who are raped and in cested and ri pped open against their will should have a right to determine whether they have their rapist's baby or not.


She obviously does not believe in sex education or birth control. I imagine her daughter was practicing abstinence and we know how many babies that makes.


Sarah Palin does not much believe in thinking. From what I gather she has tried to ban books from the library, has a tendency to dispense with people who think independently. She cannot tolerate an environment of ambiguity and difference. This is a woman who could and might very well be the next president of the United States . She would govern one of the most diverse populations on the earth.


Sarah believes in guns. She has her own custom Austrian hunting rifle. She has been known to kill 40 caribou at a clip. She has shot hundreds of wolves from the air.


Sarah believes in God. That is of course her right, her private right. But when God and Guns come together in the public sector, when war is declared in God's name, when the rights of women are denied in his name, that is the end of separation of church and state and the undoing of everything America has ever tried to be.


I write to my sisters. I write because I believe we hold this election in our hands. This vote is a vote that will determine the future not just of the U.S. , but of the planet. It will determine whether we create policies to save the earth or make it forever uninhabitable for humans. It will determine whether we move towards dialogue and diplomacy in the world or whether we escalate violence through invasion, undermining and attack. It will determine whether we go for oil, strip mining, coal burning or invest our money in alternatives that will free us from dependency and destruction.


It will determine if money gets spent on education and healthcare or whether we build more and more methods of killing. It will determine whether America is a free open tolerant society or a closed place of fear, fundamentalism and aggression.


If the Polar Bears don't move you to go and do everything in your power to get Obama elected then consider the chant that filled the hall after Palin spoke at the RNC, "Drill Drill Drill." I think of teeth when I think of drills. I think of rape. I think of destruction. I think of domination. I think of military exercises that force mindless repetition, emptying the brain of analysis, doubt, ambiguity or dissent. I think of pain.


Do we want a future of drilling? More holes in the ozone, in the floor of the sea, more holes in our thinking, in the trust between nations and peoples, more holes in the fabric of this precious thing we call life?

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger

What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger. Sweat Records got broken into and that just aint right man!! Small, independent, locally owed and operated businesses don't need this kind of sh!t. It's got me all emotional because I can only imagine what it must be like to walk into the place you love and work so hard to build up only to find it all sorts of trashed. IS NOTHING SACRED ANY MORE?! Weak, stupid, cowards!! They're the good guys here. Why would you do something like this? Envy? Desperation? What are you going to do with the shwag you stole? So many people know and love that place. WTF MATE? What's wrong with this town? Double-d-damn dude.

Every one keep an eye out for cheap art and music. Criminals tend to be stupid, that's why they end up committing crimes. More often than not when something is stolen from you it"s some one you know. I don't know what more to say other than this sucks big fat donkey dix.

p.s. I'm very sorry for the lack of eloquence. My brain not feel right.

Afrobeta Much?

I'm going to be starting a support group for the hundreds of people who have fallen in love with the very talented Miss Cristina "Cuci Amador" Garcia. Check them out on Myspace.... or You can also see some videos on YouTube.... in case you didn't notice, those are links for you to click. Le wow. This Friday @ Vagabond they'll be performing. By they I mean Cuci and Smurphio. Homie is a badass on the keys! I've got love for you too home slice but, Cristi, damn!

Explanation for the Images below...

Great Fixed Gear Cycling Calculator...

I've been riding my new baby. She's the only bike I've named so far. Her name is Betty La Fea. She's beautiful! I have her set up with a 52t chainring up front and a 13t cog in the back. Once I get up to speed I fly but stopping and starting is a pain in the knees. My choices are staying with the 52 or I can put the 42t chainring that was on the crank befor. I was thinking maybe going with a 44t but I don't have the tool to pull the crank off. Putting the 42t wouldn't be too hard because that ring fits right onto the cranks that are already on the bike and I've got a little tool I could use to cut down the bike chain. I wish there was an easy way to swap chains around. I've read that everytime to remove a chain or cut it/legthen it you end up weakening it... That sucks.
The cranks with the 44t are nice though, eh.

I'm a speed freak and it was fun to fly down Coral Way at close to if not more than 30mph with the flow of traffic. I actually ended over taking and passing a few cars. I love the look on peoples faces as they're sitting on their @ss and then they look over to see me huffing and puffing past at speeds they thought weren't possible on a bike ;)

I've been staring at the charts for a minute and I've concluded that the difference between the 44t and the 42 is negligible. going down from 52 is a huge difference in terms of top speed but it really is tough to accelerate. Especial with kids on blue Cannondales that shall remain nameless who are freakishly fast.

To really take advantage of the top end on the 52t I still have some training to do so I guess I'll rock the 42t for now. Thanks for listening.

I've said it befor and I'll say it again... Questions, comments, and concerns are always welcome. You help make this blog what it is. It aint much to look at now but then again I"m the only @sshole reading it at this point.

42, 44, or 52?

Live on set...

Blogging from set. All the dancer are super talented and it's going almost too smoothly. Finding the location was a bit of trouble for mostly everyone but it worked out well. There's a rough cut available on youtube, ohh wait... check it out. We filmed this in my moms living room. There's a shout out to a famous female artist, can you spot it?

Working on a Music Video

For an awesome band by the name of The Monday Photo... The song is titled Stellar and the Lifeguard. There's a rough cut of the music video on YouberTuber but it err, umm... rough. We're filming more footage for it this coming Saturday. I should be drawing up maps for the cast and crew instead of typing away but, yeah. Im getting started on that, muh bad Sega. I'LL GET IT DONE, STOP YELLING AT ME MOM! <~~CAPSLOCK is cruise control for cool they say. Who's they? Only 'they' know.

Hate to say "I told you so..."

But I called it! Peaceful protesters facing terrorism charges. Welcome to Germany circa 1933.

RNC Much?
Protesters dancing in the street and the gestapo respond with chemical warfare, woohoo!
Google and Youtube that sh!t.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reichstag_fire

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Condor

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mk_ultra

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/U.S._Army_and_CIA_interrogation_manuals

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School_of_the_americas

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/False_flag_operation

Ok. I'm sure most people won't visit a single link. The few who do click on one won't check out more than a few. For that one guy/girl who will actually peruse the information at hand let me just explain how it's all related.

Basically, we're f#cked!

We have been. The USA developed the modi operandi for destroying popular uprising and revolutionary movements.

The Reighstag Fire was a staged incident which allowed the Nazi Party to seize control though legal means. 9/11 much?

Operation Condor was a covert program, ah f*ck it... I'll cut and paste this part...

"Operation Condor was a campaign of political repressions involving assassination and intelligence operations officially implemented in 1975 by the right-wing dictatorships of the Southern Cone of South America.

The program aimed to eradicate left-wing influence and ideas and to control active or potential opposition movements...

Condor's key members were the right-wing military governments in Argentina, Chile, Uruguay, Paraguay, Bolivia and Brazil, with Ecuador and Peru joining later....

The operation was jointly conducted by the intelligence and security services of these nations during the mid-1970s with support provided by the United States of America[5]."

The operation was jointly conducted by the intelligence and security services of these nations during the mid-1970s with support provided by the United States of America[5].
The operation was jointly conducted by the intelligence and security services of these nations during the mid-1970s with support provided by the United States of America[5].
The operation was jointly conducted by the intelligence and security services of these nations during the mid-1970s with support provided by the United States of America[5].
OK? OK...

Now onto MK ULTRA... Ever seen Conspiracy Theory starring Mel Gibson?
Yeah, not totally fiction.
Our government was doing some crazy stuff in the 60's. They'd inject victims with stimulant in one arm while simultaneously injecting depressant in the other arm. Needless to say, the result was usually death by cardiac arrest.

The US Interrogation Manuals are a pretty good read. Someone I know ::wink, wink:: has hard copies printed out. They're stored in a secure location. If you can't track them down online let me know and I'll arrange for you to read through them. Crazy shtuff [sic].

School of the Americas is where we train some of the most brutal dictators of recent history along with their private armies and Gestapo.

Last but not least...

FALSE FLAG OPERATIONS...
back, back, back in the day... I'm talking WAAAAY back like medieval and sh!t... They would do battle in wide open fields and communicate with ye big ol' flags. A clever general figured that if he can sneak people over to the other side and start waving all kinds of flags he can create some serious confusion and then take advantage of the ensuing madness. Also, you could wear the colors of your enemy and then cross over and do some damage that way too. More recently, a false flag operation is when one country does something just to blame it on another country and then react accordingly.

Kinda like flying an airplane into a building and then blaming it on a former CIA operative and his imaginary band of merry men.

First Post

Hey there cyberspace... Look @ me, I'm blogging on the interwebs!! So... I intend to put out thought, likes, and dislike in regular intervals. I live in Miami (born and raised in the county of Dade). This fact will there for influence and somewhat dictate the tone and content of this blog. /b/ much? I will have no theme other than my lack of a theme (see what I did there?). Welcome and please check back regularly. I encourage feedback. I thive off that sh!t. This blog will be a better place because of you. Let's have a fun and get together and feel alright.