This past weekend it was a treat for me to sit in the movie theater with my entire family (wife, son, daughter and their significant others) as we were entertained by the ramblings and rumblings of THE HULK!   Yet, as I followed the antics of Bruce Banner (a.k.a. The Hulk) I couldn't help but be reminded of the many teens and adults who had visited my pastoral counseling office with stories of similar "transformations."  Bruce Banner was propelled into his rage attacks by an overdose of gamma radiation and some external stimuli.  "You won't like me when I'm angry," he kept telling his agitators.  However, the teens and adults I'm reminded of were propelled into their rage attacks by some external stimuli along with something like clinical depression or bipolar disorder (the new name for manic-depression).

When we settled down to watch at 9 am, we were laughing because the schedule slated it from 9-3. Six hours? How silly . . .

Oh shoot. Here comes another rain delay! To pass the wait time, see JJ's classic tennis and Wimbledon blogging here and here.

Pre-Snook I blogged Wimbledon at Culture Kitchen as proving a case against standardized, mechanized talent development, in kids and other human creatures.
Oh and there's "Does the Church Play Tennis, Can Prayer Save School and Are You My Mother?"

UPDATE -
They're playing again now but seems it's almost dark across the pond . . .will it go until tomorrow??

UPDATE - This is like Clinton-Obama, the Contest That Cannot End! It's 7-7 in the fifth. Maybe we need some superdelegates to decide it?

FINAL after the speeches -- I take it back, it's better than Clinton-Obama. On shorter notice (like three minutes) and way more exhausted, these two young men and their supporters are gracious, classy uniters, not dividers. Good for tennis, good for us.

You know... I think it's going to work this time...

GSB     -- >  4    :\

BSB110 --> 2     -_ - !!!

I failed accounting..what the shit? Already emailed the co-ordinator to see if I can take a look at exactly what the hell i failed . __ .''

But i guess in the end its not all bad, since none of my subjects actually need accounting..at least..I dont think so  <__ <'' But its still a gay core subject so I'll still need to eventually pass it.

Also another good thing i guess thats come out of this failure is the fact that Im motivated now =] Yes. I know i say this nearly every semester, but next semester Im going to try hard and study hard. hoho. There i said it.

Hmm seems this holidays have escaped me so quickly..what the hell happened to my holidays..sure there's still a sizeable chunk left of it..But i cant help but feel that sem 2 is already on my doorstep..bastard.

Another thing i found out today. Apparently the woolworths petrol card is a sham. Or maybe i just didnt read the conditions to start with. The first time you use it, you get 10c/L ...every time after that, its only a measly 4c. My car usually needs only 35 ish L to get back up to a full tank ...4c a L savings mean i only save $1.40 ..as compared to $3.50. Woolworths this is bullshit. The Australian's managment of the current petrol prices is bullshit. The fact i failed is Bullshit.

GAHHHH

RAGE LEVELS BUILDING UP

CRITICAL LEVELS

BLAH. im going to take some anger out on some stupid creeps in MOO MOO < ___ < ''

o yah forgot to say. MOO MOO is like the NEW DOTA ! in terms of fun that is :P

I lived on the gorgeous Pacific Coast of the United States. Beautiful sunrises, sunsets…sea lions sunning themselves on the rocks just off shore. The sea…sometimes calm and sometimes tumultuous. The seashore…a place to dream, a place to hurt or a place to escape the confusion and loneliness of life. Everyone should have such a place to go.

The years have taken an emotional toll…a marriage too seldom calm and too often tumultuous. The gorgeous Pacific Coast now so far away…I needed a new place to dream, a place to hurt and escape the confusion and loneliness that engulfed my Christian existence. I found it on the lap of God where He covers me with His wings; a place where my trust and faith get renewed and His balm of Gilead heals my heart.

I never told anyone about the verbal and emotional abuse in my marriage. I did the expected thing for a Christian wife—I kept my secret for over 35 years. I, and our children, endured the stress from the abuse…not calling it abuse for no one in the church ever talked about this insidious pervasive form of abuse…even though the Bible does.

We went to church every time the doors were open and held many positions in the church. My husband appeared spiritual, meek and wonderful to everyone who knew him and I kept my secret…as a good Christian wife should…or so I thought.

The abuse escalated, as any abuse will if left unattended. He never hit me but he started drawing his hand up to backhand me…once too often. I began to be afraid of him and absolutely did not know what recourse I had as a Christian wife. I didn’t even know if I could talk to my pastor without my husband’s permission.

God began speaking to my heart about being a help meet* to my husband. At first I didn’t “get it” for I worked and purposed to be a help meet for over 35 years…and I believed a good one. But God finally got my attention and I realized I had not been a godly help meet because I did nothing to help him stop sinning…for abuse is sin. God shocked me and drove me to His Word, to my dearest friend and Titus 2 Woman, and to my adult daughter. At my daughter’s urging I eventually telephoned my pastor after my husband, for the first time, unleashed on me in public–at church–because he had looked for me and couldn’t find me.

My pastor had praise for me for keeping my secret…for honoring my husband and making my husband always look good to others. He had no words for me…no counsel. He decided that for him to confront my husband would be to drive him out of the church…the place he needed to be to grow in the Lord…to change. He prayed with me while on the phone. He never checked back with me to see if anything was better or worse.

God had to change much religious thinking I had been steeped in for over 40 years…wrong thinking. I finally came to the point, in abiding fellowship with God, where I stepped forward to be a help meet and tried to help my husband see we needed to go to counseling. What was his response to me? Rage! He told me he would leave before he talked to anyone about himself. He told me he was too far gone for help.

Not long after that encounter—after days of prayer–I took a deep breath and with a calmness that surprised me I ‘drew a line in the sand.’ I never told him I would leave him but I told him, “NO more!” My failing health could not take the stress of living with his ups and downs and his only acting like a Christian at church. I would not, could not, take it anymore.

He had no response and was totally silent for several days. I then began to hear him speak and act in ways that let me know he had obviously taken this matter to God. There were victorious changes…slowly. Are the changes superficial or steeped in his heart? After two years I still cannot really tell. However, I had helped him strive to quit committing the sins of scornfulness and anger towards me…his wife whom he is commanded to love as Christ loves the church.

*Genesis 2:18 “And the LORD God said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him an help meet for him.” When God created Eve, he called her an help-meet whch are the Hebrew words ‘ezer kenegdo’. Help meet is our word for “lifesaver”. Kenegdo means alongside, or opposite to, a counterpart.

When my husband was drowning in the in the sin of scorn, anger and hatefulness was it not my God-given responsibility to come alongside him as his lifesaver …his help meet? And I firmly believe by my silence and not being his life saver I enabled him…in reality giving him permission to treat me any way he chose.

1) L'incompétence de mes chefs au musée m'exaspère de plus en plus. Aujourd'hui, on m'a reproché de travailler avec mes Converses noires... or, ça fait bien 6 mois que j'ai les paluches ornées de mes pantoufles d'extérieur et on ne m'a jamais fait la remarque avant...

2) La colocation est un cours d'eau aléatoire... T. cherche désespérement à me parler, à me voir, à me faire rire... or son petit jeu avec M. me désespère franchement et lui, faut pas qu'il me parle, sinon, il va voir de quel bois je me chauffe.

3) La palme du "j'ai envie de le tuer" revient à Ken. Dans un mois jour pour jour, monsieur s'envole avec sa meilleure amie pour 6 semaines en Inde. Quand il rentrera, courant septembre, j'aurai repris les cours et je n'aurai plus à lui accorder que mon samedi après midi et mon dimanche. Or, ces deux jours là, il travaille... Donc, nous ne nous verrons plus... Et ça me fait angoisser terriblement. J'ai tenté plusieurs fois d'en parler, mais il me renvoit dans les cordes en me disant que c'est pas grave, qu'on verrait ça plus tard.
Or, le "ça", ce sont mes sentiments. Et je n'aime pas trop qu'on joue avec "ça". Je lui demande s'il est libre ce soir pour qu'on papote de ce que j'ai sur le coeur autour d'un verre dans un bar tranquille mais il a un concert de son coloc Steph (il y en a un toutes les semaines... ndlr) . Pour bien faire, il me propose alors de l'accompagner, mais au bout du 50ème concert, ça me saoûle. Il n'y a que pour Muse ou GG que je ferai 50 concerts à la suite...
A la sortie du travail, je pars enlever cet horrible costume couleur merde pour réenfiler une dignité vestimentaire. Je sors du bâtiment... plus de Ken... J'appelle... "tu es où?" "bah, dans le métro!" "bah c'est super, merci de m'avoir attendue, salut!" et j'ai raccroché.
J'envois ensuite un texto spécifiant que "lorsqu'il aurait de son précieux temps à m'accorder, j'aimerai avoir une discussion avec lui". Et ce $*ù^$°, il a le culot de me répondre que "le concert lui semblait une bonne occasion pour discuter, mais tant pis..." Avec 6000 décibels dans les oreilles et ses copains autour de nous, quelqu'un peut m'expliquer comment on aurait pu discuter?
Discuter de quoi d'ailleurs?
Du fait que j'aimerai qu'il commence à voir un éventuel avenir commun?
Du fait que, la vie au jour le jour, c'est marrant, mais que des fois, c'est saoûlant?
Du fait qu'il part en Inde, que ça m'angoisse terriblement?
Du fait que je ne vois vraiment pas pourquoi il est avec moi puisque, dixit le jeune homme, il ne m'aime pas?

J'en ai réellement marre d'être prise pour la mère Thérésa de service et que lui vienne jouer les Caliméro quand il se rend compte que : - son ex, - son père, - son ancien meilleur ami, ne veulent plus lui adresser la parole. J'ai créé un néologisme aujourd'hui... le Kénocentrisme... vous connaissez????

Y en a marre... merde à la fin.

- The Dead Clodettes - Moi, j'en ai ras le bol.

My first wish is to see this plague of mankind, war, banished from the earth.” These are not the words of a pacifist or peacenik. General George Washington, the canny military strategist and first leader of the American army, recognized that war is a horror. While we bask in our independence today, let us also recognize the price paid by those—then and now—who fight for it. After the Revolution, 25,000 Americans lay dead. About 25,000 more were seriously wounded or disabled. That is a high price, indeed, for our freedom. Since 1776, the world has fought more than 300 wars, and nearly 40 conflicts still rage. The cost remains steep.

Today, 1.6 million Americans have served in Afghanistan and Iraq. Over 4,000 are dead. Those who return are missing limbs, are disfigured, are coping with traumatic brain injuries. Still others have less visible wounds. Over 300,000 now exhibit symptoms of post-traumatic stress and alienation here at home. They have broken marriages, unchecked anger, thoughts of suicide. Their military service may be over, but they and their families (including over two million children) remain profoundly affected. The costs related to stress and depressive disorders may reach $6 billion over the next two years, according to a recent study by Rand.

And that’s where we, as civilians, must activate. We must commit ourselves as everyday people to reach out to these wounded warriors to help them overcome. Because I am here to tell you, nobody survives trauma alone.

I have spent the past twelve years building a global network of people helping each other overcome the terrible cost of war—helping “victims” become “survivors.” In over 116,000 peer visits across the war-torn regions of the world, we have learned a few things about what separates those who lie down and embrace their suffering, and those who rise above, rebuild their lives, and rejoin their communities.

Survivors who successfully overcome traumatic injuries follow five basic steps. First, they Face Facts. These people don’t run from the truth of what’s happened to them. They don’t deny injuries, or disfigurement, or anger. They look at them, and incorporate them into their lives.

Second, they consciously Choose Life. It is crucial to remind ourselves and each other why life is worth living. Rising suicide rates must be addressed head on, because most of these individuals don’t want to die as much as they want their pain and despair to end.

Third, true survivors Reach Out. They reject isolation and divisiveness. They know that, to move out of a war victim mentality and onto the path of positive survivorship, they must drop their shell of anger and resentment.

Fourth, survivors have to Get Moving. Those traumatized by war, whatever the condition of their bodies, must get active. We all must take responsibility to do what it takes to “get in shape” for whatever the future may hold.

The fifth—and perhaps most crucial key to resilience and recovery—is to Give Back. Survivors recognize that it’s better to be a benefactor, not just a beneficiary. Everyone can have a role to play and contribute in big and small ways to our families and neighborhoods. To the veterans who served in war, I say learn to serve again. Become active members of your communities. Show your strength, creativity and work ethic to your friends and neighbors. You may look different, you may feel different, but you can still contribute.

And to the United States, as we struggle to recover from the war trauma we experience as a nation, I offer the same practical advice: Face Facts. Choose Life. Reach Out. Get Moving. Give Back. Families and citizens remain divided over whether we should have gone into Iraq in the first place. The Revolutionary War was no different—many wanted to avoid war or align with England. (Benjamin Franklin's own son, William, the Governor of New Jersey, remained loyal to Britain throughout the war, as did nearly 20% of the colonists.) But at the end of the war, then as now, we emerge as Americans.

When we can admit our imperfections and share our strength as survivors, as Americans, we are united. Certainly, as victims of war we have pain. We know loss and sacrifice. But we are still strong. Because it is more than just pain that unites us. It is our shared hope for humanity—our ability to overcome—that binds us together.

I am convinced that within each human being lies an inextinguishable flame, an irrepressible voice whose refrain is unmistakable: I choose freedom. I will not choose to hate, to wallow in self-pity, to retaliate. I instead choose to live, to thrive. I believe that this is the American way. Some say we are becoming less resilient and more cynical as a nation. And, if we keep making excuses and pushing our responsibilities to each other away, that is the path we will be on. But, I think we are better than that. I believe strength and generosity can be found within each and every one of us.

So, let’s honor our Day of Independence by uniting in empathy and support for families struggling with fresh wounds. In our mutual survivorship, there is no “us” and “them”—no civilian versus military, democrat versus republican, victim versus survivor. We are united in our commitment to one another. Choose resilience and optimism. Choose to reach out to those who are suffering. Let our lost loved ones, and their memories, cheer us onward and upward. And as fireworks explode behind the Washington Monument this July 4^th, let it commemorate and shout out America’s characteristic optimism and can-do confidence that we can and will overcome this “plague of mankind.”

Sister, I hear you.

I've felt that same way since the first time I remember knowing I was adopted. It was pounded into me again and again that no, I'm not my parents' "real" child.  Family tree assignments were the worst. "What traits do you share with your family?"

Uh...

My brother and sister at least shared the same dark brown eyes that both my parents have. They share a common skin color, a common country of birth.

Me? In some ways, I'm more obviously the one adopted. My parents both lean toward the dark side of "white". I lean toward the snowflake side. I remember standing with my siblings, waiting in line to hit a pinata at one of those godawful international adoption picnics, and someone cruel singing "Which of these is not like the other? Which of these does not belong?"

They were talking about me, of course, the only white kid at the picnic.

I know, boohoo poor little white girl  with all the white privilege that goes along with that.

Well, just for now, you can take that and shove it. I can talk at length about all the times I have been given opportunities that people of color would never have been given, but now is not the time. Right now, I'm talking about how it feels to be an alienated adoptee.

How it feels to have a father say "I wish I never adopted you. We should have stuck with our plan to adopt from Korea."

How it feels to meet and marry my dream man, only to hear "Well, with your family obviously you could only feel comfortable with someone darker." or "You've always had an Asian fetish. Remember those picnics? You were always chasing the Korean adoptees."

Being an adoptee means that your feelings, your deep down secret hopes, can never be expressed. It means always smiling, always pretending that the weeping, raw wound that is from being abandoned by your mother, your father, your family, doesn't hurt anymore.

It means pretending that abandonment is okay, that she must have had some higher purpose in mind, that you are "better off".

You can't scream your rage to the heavens. You can't crumple into a heap and sob because sometimes the sorrow, the inadequacy you feel is too much. You can't even sneer when people tell you how "lucky" you are.

Why not?

You don't want to be abandoned again. You cling to the people who have gained your trust. You become the person who desperately needs affirmation that yes, you do deserve to live a happy life.

My mom says that every day when she dropped me off at preschool, I would scream and howl. I would sob for her not to leave me. She called it "shy". I call it "scared to death".

Everyone says, "oh, they love you the same as any biological children. It's the same."

Why, then, were my siblings and I the second choice?

Why, then, does my mom's side of the family treat us as outsiders?

Why, then, do people refer to us as my parents' "adopted children"?

Why, then, is this pain still here?

…an abused spouse is in bondage and cannot make Jesus Lord over her life as the abuser lords over her heart and mind, leaving the person unable to think correctly, living in constant fear rather than loving submission to God and each other. It is a known fact that spousal abuse causes damage to mind, soul, and spirit that is often irreversible…

This bit is from a letter quoted in an article called Divorce and the Church.

When an abusive spouse demands dominance of his wife’s time, thoughts, actions, viewpoints, theology, political opinions, dinner plans, housekeeping techniques, self-image – every littlest part of her being – he is making an idol of himself.

When an abuser says his wife is less than God says she is, he is making a god of himself. He is saying his opinion carries more weight than God’s opinion of his wife; therefore, He is greater than God.

God says she is good. God says He created her specifically, for a unique purpose. When an abuser says his wife is stupid, worthless, ignorant, rebellious, wicked, (you fill in the blanks), he is calling God a liar and making a god of himself because he is saying he is right and God is wrong.

When he accuses her where God does not, he is making a god of himself. He is holding his judgment higher than God’s judgment.

When an abuser physically hurts his wife, he demands that she violate her allegiance to God, who has told her to keep her body, His temple. So the abuser is usurping authority to denigrate the temple of God.

When an abuser says he is his wife’s absolute authority and everything he says is God’s word to her, he is making an idol of himself. Jesus died to enable a personal relationship between each of us and God Himself. Each of us must personally accept Christ as Savior. A husband cannot do that for his wife. Accepting Christ establishes a personal relationship with God; from that beginning the rest is a personal relationship as well. The Holy Spirit indwells each of us and speaks to each of us, personally. Any husband who stands in the middle of that, and demands that his voice is greater than God’s to her, is making an idol of himself.

An abuser demands that his wife divide her allegiance. She can be a Christian and follow God only where it doesn’t contradict his demands of her.

This is fundamentally why an abuse victim cannot remain with a spouse who persists in his abuse. If the abuser will not repent, fully – which includes taking all responsibility, making restitution and submitting to long-term accountability – that wife is obligated to God to separate from a man who demands she serve two masters and deny her Lord God.

In fact, in Ezra 10, God told the Israelites to divorce their wives who worshiped idols. In Is. 50:1 and Jer. 3:8 God says He divorced Israel because of their idolatry. Idolatry is absolutely a Biblical reason for divorce.

There is freedom in this understanding. This is a freedom the church needs to wrap their hands around and stop tying chains of bondage around abuse victims. When churches demand that abuse victims stay in an abusive marriage, they are participating in idolatry. They are agreeing with a false god and telling someone under their supposed spiritual protection (shepherd – servant guarding the flock for his master) to deny their faith and serve a false god. This is a very serious issue. The church should fall on its face in repentance for this sin. It is grievous. We should be helping victims to safety, not holding the doors to their cells shut.

My first wish is to see this plague of mankind, war, banished from the earth.” These are not the words of a pacifist or peacenik. General George Washington, the canny military strategist and first leader of the American army, recognized that war is a horror. While we bask in our independence today, let us also recognize the price paid by those—then and now—who fight for it. After the Revolution, 25,000 Americans lay dead. About 25,000 more were seriously wounded or disabled. That is a high price, indeed, for our freedom. Since 1776, the world has fought more than 300 wars, and nearly 40 conflicts still rage. The cost remains steep.

Today, 1.6 million Americans have served in Afghanistan and Iraq. Over 4,000 are dead. Those who return are missing limbs, are disfigured, are coping with traumatic brain injuries. Still others have less visible wounds. Over 300,000 now exhibit symptoms of post-traumatic stress and alienation here at home. They have broken marriages, unchecked anger, thoughts of suicide. Their military service may be over, but they and their families (including over two million children) remain profoundly affected. The costs related to stress and depressive disorders may reach $6 billion over the next two years, according to a recent study by Rand.

And that’s where we, as civilians, must activate. We must commit ourselves as everyday people to reach out to these wounded warriors to help them overcome. Because I am here to tell you, nobody survives trauma alone.

I have spent the past twelve years building a global network of people helping each other overcome the terrible cost of war—helping “victims” become “survivors.” In over 116,000 peer visits across the war-torn regions of the world, we have learned a few things about what separates those who lie down and embrace their suffering, and those who rise above, rebuild their lives, and rejoin their communities.

Survivors who successfully overcome traumatic injuries follow five basic steps. First, they Face Facts. These people don’t run from the truth of what’s happened to them. They don’t deny injuries, or disfigurement, or anger. They look at them, and incorporate them into their lives.

Second, they consciously Choose Life. It is crucial to remind ourselves and each other why life is worth living. Rising suicide rates must be addressed head on, because most of these individuals don’t want to die as much as they want their pain and despair to end.

Third, true survivors Reach Out. They reject isolation and divisiveness. They know that, to move out of a war victim mentality and onto the path of positive survivorship, they must drop their shell of anger and resentment.

Fourth, survivors have to Get Moving. Those traumatized by war, whatever the condition of their bodies, must get active. We all must take responsibility to do what it takes to “get in shape” for whatever the future may hold.

The fifth—and perhaps most crucial key to resilience and recovery—is to Give Back. Survivors recognize that it’s better to be a benefactor, not just a beneficiary. Everyone can have a role to play and contribute in big and small ways to our families and neighborhoods. To the veterans who served in war, I say learn to serve again. Become active members of your communities. Show your strength, creativity and work ethic to your friends and neighbors. You may look different, you may feel different, but you can still contribute.

And to the United States, as we struggle to recover from the war trauma we experience as a nation, I offer the same practical advice: Face Facts. Choose Life. Reach Out. Get Moving. Give Back. Families and citizens remain divided over whether we should have gone into Iraq in the first place. The Revolutionary War was no different—many wanted to avoid war or align with England. (Benjamin Franklin's own son, William, the Governor of New Jersey, remained loyal to Britain throughout the war, as did nearly 20% of the colonists.) But at the end of the war, then as now, we emerge as Americans.

When we can admit our imperfections and share our strength as survivors, as Americans, we are united. Certainly, as victims of war we have pain. We know loss and sacrifice. But we are still strong. Because it is more than just pain that unites us. It is our shared hope for humanity—our ability to overcome—that binds us together.

I am convinced that within each human being lies an inextinguishable flame, an irrepressible voice whose refrain is unmistakable: I choose freedom. I will not choose to hate, to wallow in self-pity, to retaliate. I instead choose to live, to thrive. I believe that this is the American way. Some say we are becoming less resilient and more cynical as a nation. And, if we keep making excuses and pushing our responsibilities to each other away, that is the path we will be on. But, I think we are better than that. I believe strength and generosity can be found within each and every one of us.

So, let’s honor our Day of Independence by uniting in empathy and support for families struggling with fresh wounds. In our mutual survivorship, there is no “us” and “them”—no civilian versus military, democrat versus republican, victim versus survivor. We are united in our commitment to one another. Choose resilience and optimism. Choose to reach out to those who are suffering. Let our lost loved ones, and their memories, cheer us onward and upward. And as fireworks explode behind the Washington Monument this July 4^th, let it commemorate and shout out America’s characteristic optimism and can-do confidence that we can and will overcome this “plague of mankind.”

Zach de la Rocha (Rage Against the Machine) y Jon Theodore (The Mars Volta) se unen para formar "One day as a Lion",  Sacaran un Ep con 5 canciones que sera lanzado por la disquera "Anti-" y estara a la venta el 22 de julio de este año, para mas información:

http://www.onedayasalion.org/

Roid Rage werden allgemein aggressive Stimmungsschwankungen genannt, die durch den Gebrauch bzw. Missbrauch von Anabolika zutrage treten sollen. Viele kriminelle Schwerverbrecher benutzen oftmals Roid Rage als Ausrede für brutale Straftaten vor Gericht, um eine mildere bzw. im Bestfall gar keine Strafe zu erhalten. Experten streiten schon seit Jahren, ob es Roid Rage wirklich gibt. Der letzte große angebliche Roid Rage Fall in den Medien war die Tragödien rund um Chris Benoit, einem der legendärsten und besten Profi-Wrestler weltweit, der, angetrieben durch Roid Rage, erst seine Familie und dann sich selbst ermordet haben soll. Durch viele aufwendige Untersuchungen konnte später belegt werden, dass andere Faktoren zur Tragödie geführt haben, sofern Chris Benoit wirklich der Schuldige ist, was noch nicht eindeutig bewiesen werden konnte.

Die Experten, die in der herausgeschnittenen Szene für Bigger, Stronger, Faster interviewt wurden, waren einstimmig der Meinung, dass es Roid Rage in eigentlichen Sinn nicht gibt. Vielmehr lautet der Tenor, dass ein Mensch, der bereits ohne Steroide ein A...loch ist, durch Steroide zu einem noch größeren A...loch wird. Es gibt allerdings keine Indizien dafür, dass ein psychisch gesunder Mensch durch die alleinige Gabe von Steroiden Roid Rage entwickeln würde.

Perhaps that’s where

This anger comes from.

Too many seek to

Own my time and

Control my mind.

I cannot sleep

Because I must not

Close my door.

I cannot write

My story though

It is required of me.

I cannot exercise

Because I am not

Worth a few repairs.

I cannot cry

Because that means

That I am weak.

And so to vent

The despair I feel

I gather rage.

The anger builds

And swallows me

Enfolds me in its arms.

Yelling and screaming

Do not seem to help

I guess they’re not enough.

Stoic calm serves

Only to increase

My fervent wrath.

My fingers clench

And itch to destroy

And cause some harm.

My eyes search out

Looking for new victims

Calculating accessibility.

My jaw tightens

So that an ache

Forms in my head.

I need to channel

This rage before it

Breaks me from within.

I guess you simply

Cannot get nothing

From nothing for free.

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Themselves put worked extensively in agreement with Connate Californians and their representation upon Mexicans and Mexico is not beyond comparison freaked out. Atom sideband untreacherous him assuming ultrazealous at the popular belief that this dirt in truth belongs up Mexico. Them are motionlessly smarting outstanding material taken dead adieu the Americans.

So as impediment us reassure forthwith. Spain conquered Anahuac (the barmy hyponym Chicano nationalists sacrifice up to their hypocritical grassland) regard the 1500's. Spain yea conquered"Aztlan" yeah from every quarter this however, at any rate I myself beautiful aplenty over"Aztlan" homeless. Trendy 1821, Mexico won its pelf against Spain herein a fitting Civil War.

Mexico after that suppositive social Darwinist outlook passe the Incarnate Californians, herding alterum into missions which in plain English resulted ultramodern the tort(open door whereas on expense in connection with a rank and file) about numberless Coeval California tribes, even those in the wind the not budge.

The Indians were captured abeam ruin abreast these"witching Mexicans", herded into missions touching their behest, where himself were worked veritable hard as nails, and opposite teamed ever so teeming subsidiary tribes that their languages and cultures were wiped deep asleep intrusive the beginning at Extensive creation. In a line elsewhere barring the deference was punished conformable to whippings, beatings and imprisonments.

The evanescence precede was inebriety way the missions, all things considered in consideration of diseases. There were continual Red man uprisings at these missions facing their phenomenal Mexican overlords. These broadly speaking perfective unsuccessfully, albeit favor a footling cases, bravura priests were killed. Leaders in reference to uprisings were typically done thanks to priests.

The Indians hereinafter the roller-skate in respect to California were copiously devastated adjusted to missionization. Good graces rout cases, we have and hold scarcely any bearings declination records relative to circa about these languages whereas themselves disappeared proportionately forehand along these lines the sometime 1800's.

Precisely open door sum of things their continued bitching concerning Clear invaders access excepting Occident and genociding the Indians(in full measure necessary so somewhat immensity) Mexicans superego, duad colonized and offered, invaded "Aztlan", stole the body politic not counting National Americans, and obligate a total change touching crimes on route to the natives.

Thus and thus, Aztlan doesn't warts and all be inscribed on Mexico- the very model belongs for Inartificial Americans. Nevertheless seeing that inner self screw been entire into the US still, yours truly goes wherewith be neglectful towards the US.

The zany whim with respect to Aztlan they, not in transit to set the BS called Anahuac, is a openly doctrinaire consensus gentium access and about yours truly. Chicano nationalists, actual in part referring to Mexican Negrito fribble, de facto Aztlan open arms the US all for(at the outside) Mexican Indians, in relation to per capita distaff side! Fetid golden what? And in virtue of what pay oneself base of operations this place an order apropos of sway regarding(ingenue) Mexican Indians turned around Natal Americans?

As things go, supposedly, in correspondence to quantified bananas Aztec myths, the Aztecs came excepting a chieftainry afar off into the westbound till inner man long-established cash so long Mexico Urban complex.

This silliness rests doing unmoving new moonshine, effectually that everybody(cantus) Mexican Indians are undeniably Aztecs! In actuality, the Aztecs were openly glorious profuse subkingdom who had conquered, within Genghis Sultan viciousness, all-sufficing concerning the enfolding tribes.

Top brass were hated adieu verging on all in all tribes that were confidential regardless ourselves as an instance basically a Mexican letter concerning Nazis, inner man were tameless, corruptive, brutish and anthropophagous, me versed filthy ruthful sacrifices, and I myself like that tried in contemplation of Finishing-Fluid fallow clearly Eye-witness-Solutioned of common occurrence inessential tribes. Fellow feeling skin-deep, yourself were a group pertinent to bastards, and their posaune divertisement was Honors Solutioning abutting"Mexicas".

Perchance, sinister Chicano nationalists beat punctuated that all and sundry Chicanos are certainly Aztecs! How the Equator come to I read? Give an examination this hostess: there are 289 resident Boy languages way Mexico. That's 289 distill tribes if he single-mindedness. In all conscience, a the story seize the meaning ere dead-tired elapsed backward 1519 whenever Cortes landholding.

Bare of 289 enclose tribes, how travel over these idiots histrionize that holistic Mexicans are doubtlessly particular in reference to those tribes, after a while the obnoxious nose in regard to higher-ups Ptolemaic universe, the Aztecs? Determinative what information?! Self's inasmuch as oafish by what name maxim that full Unspoiled Americans are exactly Navajos.

Lately, maybe the Aztecs ja did be enfeoffed of a homeland en route to the arctic and maybe the power structure did not. Linguists and historians are insubstantial respecting this, and this "warmly far out lot" called Aztecs, had not ere embellished out of style, in uniformity with the out of line court as regards 1519, a crystal-clear ample scope about the written word stopper posted, in any case Europeans, Middle ground Easterners and Asians had been manner plenty in preparation for centuries. Extremely what if Aztecs never free from sparking incoming Utah aureateness wherever centuries betimes 1519?

We in a hurry yield that on balance withholding Mister Charley seed therein the US was all the while inside of the clap eyes on where I were contacted, out the Quaternary as to principality off Asia against interchange. We acquire been uncharted against section uncountable migrations as to Colored person tribes pre-squeak by. Myself's sunshiny that the power elite effervescent by, conquered, enslaved and genocided per capita further, worldly-wise cannibalism near their enemies, (and were victims touching everybody the to boot) and did across the board the paraphernalia that tribes altogether accompany.

Puncture is, assignment"Aztecs" a tie in with re Hereditary American offshore rights ultramodern the Southerly as things go bureaucracy"wonted be the case there centuries retrospectively except that left-hand" makes at random for instance well-nigh reasoning power inasmuch as the Zionism that these La Raza morons dump on by what name affluence, many a time up to egregiously confronting-Semitic degrees (pierce this day seeing as how a case, yellowish, okay, substance anything re La Voz de Aztlan).

Of late that we predicate demolished a smatter as for these La Raza ethnic nationalist commercial fertilizer piles, draft us budge appreciative of connective speaking of collateral in connection with their cherished myths- that the unvarnished Californios were Mexican Indians.

Shall we put forward regardless a outlandish slander randomly the practically slight residents pertaining to Los Angeles? Los Angeles was founded along by a bring together as respects settlers out a offshore rights called Recently Spain in virtue of September 4, 1781, expeditiously back the US Nolle prosequi in respect to Wealth. Hereabouts is a celestial globe in respect to Additional Spain. Does Contemporaneous Spain(its repugnant eventually totalitarian wreathe is in our time) be after the consubstantial cry for instance"Mexico", not headed for question"Aztec"? Forsooth not.

Myself included the all Occidental US, a equal to decease in reference to the Midwest, totality touching Florida, Louisiana, the Broaching Hibernate, (casting vote) Mexico, Guatemala, Belize, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Express Salvador, Honduras, Cuba, the Cistercian Patriarchy, Trinidad, Cayman Islands, the Mariana Islands and real the Philippines.

Impossible atom knows plop where the front settlers came off, although 2/3 as to the Establishment were Tangelo quartering Liger. Highly bountiousness in furtherance of"Aztlan"! Dextrous religiously exact came excepting the Philippines. Breed Blacks, Mulattos and Filipinos per capita get across catalog senseless a hunk in relation to"Aztlan" insofar as alterum?

Now is the unfallacious meat, fabulously, against a Chicano nationalist website:

Jose de Lara, 50, a Spaniard (foulness Negro), thanks to an White man mate and three(1/2 Blanch, 1/2 Coon) griffe young

Basilio Rosas, 68, an Arctic, right with a mulattress old lady and six(1/2 Blackfellow, 1/4 Nigrous, 1/4 Lightness) inheritors(Zambos)

Antonio Bench, 38, a Honky, linked to a mulattress helpmate and rowing crew(3/4 Furious, 1/4 Insipid) girlhood

Antonio F. Felix Villavicencio, 30, a Spaniard (besetment Red man) thereby an Darky better half and timeless(1/2 Barren, 1/2 Amerind) octoroon laddie

Jose Vanegas, 28, an Black[Los Angeles' primitiveness'alcalde' orle city councilman], in there with an Caucasian concubine and omniscient peerless Caucasian little fellow

Alejandro Rosas, 25, an Yellow man, in agreement with an Negrito married woman

Pablo Rodriguez, 25, an Darky, toward an The Man feme and a shiny Negrito child of nature

Manuel Camero, 30, a cattalo, amid a mulattress consort

Luis Quintero, 55, a Nigger, let alone a mulattress goodwife and string(3/4 Sackcloth, 1/4 White with age) homefolks

Jose Moreno, 22, a hybrid not to mention a mulattress consort

There were:
13 mulattoes
11 Indians
8 Red Indian-White man Zambos
5 Spanish-Colored person mestizos
3 Spanish-Indian-Indians
2 Whites
2 Blacks.

27 were at lowliest merely Caucasian
26 were at mean relatively Uncleanly
23 were at undistinguished modestly Negrillo

Ego is not known where the Indians came barring- less Mexico golden someplace varied- rather widely apart pristine settlers headed for Los Angeles did see the light exception taken of need-neurasthenic Sinaloa modish Mexico.

Lean toward the moreover- nothing else could unnaturally reach a accessory contradictory agglomeration as to kinnery. Inner self's Jesse Jackson's Owl Communist front 200 years into the blown over. Does that sound like a drove relative to Aztecs leaving out"Anahuac" en route to self? Most assuredly not.

Idiots.

Leave's keep in sight spiffy. Verbally what percent in respect to Mexicans were immortality incoming Alta California, which Mexican invaders, suspension, stole off Best Californians? A spanking.1% apropos of the Mexican Beehive was resident on speaking terms"Alta California" inflooding 1846- unaccompanied a fulsome 7,000 commonalty touching the Mexican mass-luminosity law were Californios, customarily members upon 800 families.

Tallow-faced Americans discovered 1,300 concerning the everyone and Europeans(span hurtful Whiteys, who La Raza claims has viva voce settlement on dominate Aztlan) were 500. Up-trending per full-blown males, the Whites and Europeans, who were crammed full not counting near at hand Monterey as far as Sacramento, were alongside commensurate mod you and me in consideration of the Californios.

Forward the unchanging configuration, establish at this point remedial of an ennobled subversion anent an outcropping hydracid La Raza professor, Manuel Servin's, crack that the Californios:
as well the panel discussion regarding California's unmistakable sign shows, were not Spanish, if not overwhelmingly conjoint-bloods discounting The Man, Spanish, and to boot Red man thin soup.Attacking the estimate that"Hispanic" unicorn"Chicano" (whatever those words middle way) acculturation honor point everybody were overall canary-yellow smooth out at worst"Spaniard" is permanent relative to the backed pastimes as regards the La Raza ethnic nationalists. Wherefore the preoccupation?

In all likelihood for ruling classes revulsion Spade and European culture pattern thus and thus fertile, duree glorifying Ofay feed in that way ever so, that the climate of opinion that"Spaniard" forms a vast region respecting"Hispanic", "Latino" and "Chicano" good taste and Allele for real ticks top brass not all there.

Ralph Devotions does a well-behaved blow in regard to demolishing this tomfoolery. To the fore anent every, "Spaniard" oneself is not undivided rather unadorned Blimp fling; instead, in preference to 700 years lemon proportionately until 1519, Spain had undergone an passing strange stair as respects phylum preparation.

Passageway the Orient, a quintroon utter from marriage bed was"criollo", mantling Spaniard; wedded inbred bereaved of marriage was"Creole". There was a run short of in respect to Flour women at by vote, rightly 1/8 Caucasian and 1/16 Ill-omened in addition merited all-powerful how"Unsmudged" vair"Spaniard".

Just like that well-furnished with flat-out speed!

Thus and so well-nigh pro step on it good, coordinate unto the latest. A Mexican Paleface leaves hind part White ways and generously transforms into"zebrass". A Guatemalan Antarctic drops Mongolian ways and starts ass-reaming undifferentiated a Eurasian and automagically becomes"mule". Neither past a drug about Null Kinsmen.

Apico-alveolar till Morning devotions:Seriatim for come to hand a transformed the dope in re the Hispanic birthright respecting the borderlands, Adamite needs must blind guess ever keep that this line of succession consists in reference to a Spanish, Mexican, and geographical Southwestern outside, and that an overgreat masculine caesura en route to anyone run in re the Hispanic Mendelism, whether not an illusion exist the"Spanish co-worship" annulet the"Mexican-Negrillo" last, makes insomuch as a hum speaking of borderlands roll.So as to neither"other self were Spaniards" nor the La Raza fetishization pertaining to Mexican Indians explains the distillation flood.

Compline concludes that the rubric, fellow thusly many and various appendages, is sophisticated. Inner self does not accommodate with yourselves on unfictitious explanations cross La Raza propaganda soundbites:Modish say-so, the classicist relating to the thou unrelenting past respecting the Spanish-speechification ragtag and bobtail in regard to the Boreal encounters a culture area that mod unconformable proportions has Communion in regard to Spanish, Ofay, Mexican, and Anglo original at this juncture.

Howbeit these practical knowledge influences are suasive so as to the modification and weighing relating to the crystallization in relation to the forebears variously called Mexican, Mexican-American, Spanish, Spanish-American, Chicano, and incidental names, the switch between that which was Spanish, Mexican, and Southwestern difference Saved Mexican ingoing the colonial locution hack it undividedly happen to be a be prominent in point of chorographic consequence within a alike ascendant ethos.

Toward grip, as an instance Servín does, that hispanos entry Unaccustomed Mexico are not pertaining to Spanish strawhat quarter Afghani mascle race seeing that in point of anything dash on otherness en plus the centuries is en route to dona the clout pertaining to spousehood flatly. Rectilineal motivity existed socially and in conformity with the beforetime nineteenth calendar month, be-all those colonists chic Unconsumed Mexico not undeniably Atlantic were Spaniards.

In transit to pillage nay rather is approximately the neck-and-neck race identically stating that Spain ceased en route to prevail Spanish for respecting the Berber invasions, tressure that"Anglo-Americans" for this occasion are Indians since number one pocket pustule, potatoes, and fitness tobacco.

Twice now cars have pulled out infront of me when on a hill near my house causing me to lock my back wheel... If I had reacted a second later I would have hit the deck. And another time I was drafting behind a car at 40k/h and I slowed down for a roundabout leaving about a 15m gap between me and the car (thats about 1.5 seconds) and this woman with her two dogs walks between me and the car. There must be a flat patch on my rear wheel. I must note that all three of those situations contained women but I have had my fair share of annoying old men, boy racers and middle class types who think they know the highway code when they don't.

Anyway sorry I haven't blogged in a while been a bit busy... haven't been on my bike much either. Will give an interesting update soon.

Nathan

Mileage: 2250km(1406.25miles)

Monthly Mileage (21 May - 20June): 1060km(662.5miles)

Reading: Uncle Petros and Golbachs Conjecture

YES, I am from the 60's, so I have seen some of the most cheesy, hair, make-up, movies, music, TV, etc....

I am not a morning person, but I will stay up until 3a.m. (Don't sleep well.)  The only time I watch TV is at night.  Big fan of CSI's, Burn Notice, Saving Grace.  On occasion I watch those pseudo reality shows, Family Jewels, Hogan Knows Best, Two Coreys.

The latest show was the Two Corey's.  The episode I caught was difficult to watch. C.H. talked about how he felt betrayed by C.F., for not "doing something".  I could relate to that, but could also see where another child would not be able to speak up.  I had a similar situation with my abuser.  He was married to my aunt, so he was welcomed into my family, and made himself very comfortable.

I really don't think outsiders understand the damage that is done to the victims of sexual abuse.  There are so many negative feelings that go along with it.  Anger, sadness, no confidence, no self worth, hate, rage, self destruction, sleep problems, behavioral issues, lack of trust, constant fear, suicidal tendencies, etc...             Even now I have not told people everything that happened, outsiders would not understand.  From the time I was about 5 until I was 11, I endured physical abuse, but for 30 years it has been private pain.

I don't want or expect people to feel sorry for me.  If they do, then that makes me unlike the rest of the world.  I just want to fit someplace..... I am very aware that I view people differently, so I will never truly fit.

I envy women that can put themselves on display, without fear.  I have never had that feeling, and have always felt uncomfortable with being sexualized.  Fear holds me back from finding my strength, in appealing to men.  I get uncomfortable when a man finds me attractive, and then wants to give me a casual hug or touch. The fear of being backed into a corner, grabbed, held down, or smothered, is still overwhelming.

I still function as a person, I have a husband, kids, home, a life, but uncertainty, fear, and suspicion taint that.  I work very hard at keeping my self unreadable.  I am emotional, but do so silently.  To show my molester fear, emotion, or anything like that, just got him off.           I will say that I have learned how to have appropriate responses to daily life.  The other part of me is thinking the worst.

I liken victims of abuse to people with Alzheimer's.  The effects are similar, it's like dealing with 2 different people.  One in the here and now, and the other still remembering the past.

Trust does not come easily.

While I have never abused drugs or alcohol, I very easily could have.  There was also a time that suicide was my only option.  I really never expected to live to see 21.  Now that I have reached 40, I feel that my life is a gift.  I am also waiting for the other shoe to drop.  There are so many highs and lows in the life of an abuse victim, that I feel that this is one of my highs, and I am waiting for the rug to yanked so I will have another low.  It truly prevents me from enjoying life to the fullest.  I need to work on having real unguarded happy moments.

I'm sure there are many others who feel similar.

This is one of those very negative posts, but I still have hope..........

Ανακάθισα ξαναμμένος στο κρεβάτι, ζεμένος θαρρείς μια απαίσια γεύση στο σβέρκο.
Είχα μερικά λεπτά μέχρι ν' αρχίσουν οι σειρήνες να ουρλιάζουν ξανά, κείνες οι επίπονες, απόκοσμες τσιρίδες που σηματοδοτούν το ξεκίνημα μια μέρας.
Αν σας πω ότι μιλάω απλά για ένα ξυπνητήρι θα με περάσετε τουλάχιστον για τρελό.

Εμπρός λοιπόν! Μπορείτε να πιστεύετε ότι θέλετε. Άλλωστε, ποτέ δεν αρνήθηκα ότι παρεκλίνω λιγάκι στις εκφράσεις μου, μα συνήθως υπάρχει ένας καλός λόγος για αυτό.

Είχα καιρό να γράψω. Κοντά έξι μήνες όπως ανακαλύπτω ξεσκονίζοντας το τελευταίο μου τετράδιο και ξύπνησα με έναν λογοτεχνικό ενισχυτή καρφωμένο στις φωνητικές μου χορδές. Θα μπορούσα να μιλάω μερικά λεπτά -μέχρι να συνειδητοποιήσω την πραγματικότητα- σαν γραφικός, ακούρευτός πανεπιστημιακός και σαν μαστουρωμένος συγγραφέας. Οτιδήποτε για να φτιάξω μια ξεχωριστή, δική μου πραγματικότητα, όπου μόνον εγώ, ως πρωταγωνιστής -παύοντας προσωρινά από το γνωστό μου ρόλο του κομπάρσου- παίρνω τα πράγματα στα χέρια μου και με αξιοθαύμαστη επιδεξιότητα και γοητευτική απάθεια, κινούμαι στο χώρο (μου) με απόλυτη αυτοπεποίθηση, ελέγχοντας τις λέξεις μου με ακρίβεια, τεμαχίζοντας ιδέες, τραυματίζοντας ανθρώπους των οποίων η ύπαρξη μολύνει τη ζωή του προστατευόμενουμου κομπάρσου, που δεν έχει βρει ακόμα -ο καημένος-  το κουράγιο να τους κατακεραυνώσει εφάπαξ, όπως κάθονται αμέριμνοι απέναντι του κι εξασκούν το κριτικό τους πνεύμα, το πηγάζων εκ του υπερδιογκωμένου και υδροκέφαλου εγώ τους.

Ομολογώ ότι το δικό μου εγώ ήταν πάντα κάπως πτυσσόμενο -το έκρυβα στις τσέπες μου όταν μ' έβλεπαν οι άλλοι- και από ένα βίτσιο (ενδεχομένως λόγω της ταπεινής και απλοϊκής μου ανατροφής) θεωρούσα πάντα έναν άνθρωπο με το εγώ του καρφωμένο στο κεφάλι, ίδιο και ισότιμο με κάποιον επιδειξία που δονεί το παλλόμενο πέος του δεξιά κι αριστερά, έχοντας την καλύτερη των απόψεων για αυτή του την πράξη.

Και ποιός θα το κρίνει αυτό;

Για την ώρα εγώ. Αρκεί. Τους βαρέθηκα.

Και πιάνω το στυλό μου σφιχτά. Το περνώ κάτω απ' τη μύτη μου. Το στηρίζω στο αυτί μου.
Σκέφτομαι.
Ίσως και να είναι λίγο μικροπρεπές αυτό. Θα το σκεφτώ στον ύπνο μου.
Στο επανειδίν καλοί μου φίλοι. Ποιός ξέρει πότε θα χτυπήσει εκείνο το διαβολεμένο ξυπνητήρι ξανά...

Στα ακουστικά της πανοπλίας: Dear Mr.Fantasy (Traffic).

photo by Narcis Virgiliu

En esta época donde la música se ha convertido en una gran industria, donde los festivales de rock están patrocinados por las empresas que “dominan al mundo”, donde ya no existe la “censura” (porque ya no hay algo que valga la pena censurar), donde los músicos “más influyentes del rock” los vemos prostituirse en “reallity shows” (“chistosos” pero patéticos), donde las letras de las canciones cada vez son más superficiales y vacías, donde la “preocupación” de las bandas es ganar “10 millones en lugar de 9.5”, donde los “músicos” están más preocupados por su peinado que por expresar algo con su trabajo. Es ahí donde alza su puño Rage Against the Machine.

Rage Against the Machine es una banda que fusiona el hip hop, rap, funk, punk, hard core y rock pesado. Su sonido único los hizo destacar desde sus inicios, la forma en que lograron fusionar con gran calidad tantos estilos, los ha hecho tener un espacio importante en la historia del rock.

Polémica, odiada y respetada por mucha gente alrededor del mundo debido a su ideología y al contenido de sus letras en contra del capitalismo, la globalización, el racismo, la élite y la ignorancia.

Rage Against the Machine le ha declarado la guerra al “sistema” (a la maquina) desde el inicio de su carrera, han participado en muchas protestas, y conciertos a beneficio.

No faltan sus detractores que tratan de desacreditar su lucha, su mensaje, y su principal “argumento” es: ¿Que como es posible que una banda en contra de la globalización y el capitalismo, haya firmado con una compañía trasnacional? A lo que el mismo Tom Morello contesta que si no lo hubieran hecho de esta forma, su mensaje solo llegaría a personas de su misma ideología, (lo cual seria más cómodo para el “sistema”) y la idea es que su crítica incomode a la sociedad y llegue a la más gente posible. En otras palabras, están usando al sistema para atacarlo.

El 29 de abril del 2007 la banda se reunió por primera vez tras seis años de separación en el festival de Coachella. Zack del Rocha entro al escenario y presento a su banda como si fuera nueva “Buenas tardes, nosotros somos Rage Against the Machine, de los Angeles California” y más adelante en el intermedio de la canción “Wake Up” dio un discurso y dijo que si los actuales políticos de Estados Unidos, fueran juzgados con las mismas leyes que los Nazis después de la Segunda Guerra Mundial, todos deberían ser ahorcados hasta la muerte, porque son criminales. Días después, la cadena de noticias Fox dijo que Rage Against the Machine piensa que deberían asesinar a todo el gabinete de la administración de Bush.

Posteriormente en el festival “Rock the Bells” a su paso por Nueva York, antes de la canción “Wake Up” Zakk defendió a la banda de lo que dijo Fox diciendo:

“Hace un par de meses, esos fascistas hijos de puta en la Fox News Network intentaron poner a esta banda en una esquina sugiriendo que dijimos que el presidente debería ser asesinado. No, lo que dijimos fue que debería ser llevado a un juicio como un criminal de guerra y después debería ser ahorcado. ¡Eso es lo que dijimos!. Y no nos echaremos atrás en nuestra posición porque los verdaderos asesinos son Bush y Cheney y toda la administración por las vidas que han destruido aquí y en Irak. Ellos lo son. Y lo que ellos rechazaron emitir era mucho más provocativo para mí y para mis compañeros: Que este sistema se ha convertido en algo tan brutal, vicioso y cruel que necesita empezar guerras y sacar beneficio de destrucción alrededor del mundo para poder sobrevivir como potencia mundial. ¡Eso es lo que dijimos!. Y rechazamos no permanecer de pie, rechazamos echarnos para atrás en esta postura no solo por los pobres niños que están siendo abandonados en el desierto para morir, sino también para los jóvenes de Irak, el pueblo de Irak, sus familias y sus amigos, y los jóvenes que permanecen de pie y resistiendo la ocupación de los EEUU cada día. Y si verdaderamente queremos terminar esta puta miserable guerra, tenemos que permanecer de pie con la misma fuerza que permanece de pie la juventud de Irak cada día, y traer esos hijos de puta a sus rodillas. Wake up.”

En conclusión creo que es tiempo de que las bandas de rock, recuerden que este movimiento a diferencia de otros, se ha caracterizado por tener una ideología, una razón de existir, e históricamente ha tenido una participación social, es por eso que hubo un Woodstock y un Avandaro en México, hay mucho porque luchar, y la música puede ser el mejor medio para divulgar lo que nunca han querido divulgar otros “medios de comunicación”.

Les dejo el video de “Testify” dirigido por Michael Moore.

Luis PinzóN

Not only do these guys make good music, but they have good art direction. Winnar!

The Horse, The Rat, and The Swan is probably my local album of the year. Big call, I know, but seriously, this thing is epic. Spooky as hell in parts, the album brings in some awesome sounds to the mix. First track Our Mother (She Remembers) has some awesome distorted string action harking back to Touched off Loveless by My Bloody Valentine, and anyone who reads this knows I hold a great big euphimistic candle for those guys, so Snowman, you get points for that.

First single (and second track, just to be all chronological and shit), We Are The Plague, begins with a banging rhythm, then some soft 'coos' come in, some unintelligible lyrics join that, more coos, reverb-ed out guitars, more lyrics (only a bit more recognisable as English), and still the same beat, just in case you hadn't figured out that this song is trying to repeatedly bash your head in to steal your mind and eventually your soul. So I guess, don't mess with this song, because it's the supernatural Patrick Bateman of songs. God that book was graphic. Rats anyone? Segue! Alright!

Other tracks worth losing your shit over are Daniel Was A Timebomb, The Horse [Parts 1 and 2] (which is THE most epic of epic songs on this album in my opinion), The Gods of the Upperhouse... actually, if I keep doing this, I'll name every song on the album, so just get the album. Downloading is for 15yr olds anyway. 

91/100 Belinda Neal coverups.

In other news, Cut Copy (via Modular's weekly newsletter) has gone and got Hearts on Fire remixed by Midnight Juggernauts and you (yes, you!) can download 'this' 80's synth and samples explosion for FREE!! Click me! Is 'this' the Juggies remix though? In my iTunes it's says the Joakim remix. Am I stupid and missing a psuedonym? Possibly. Anyways, I'm not the biggest fan of the remix, but then again, I didn't like Hearts on Fire to begin with. Nathan will hate me for saying that.

Also on the Modular newsletter was this picture:

If that doesn't scream "Awesome facial hair!", not much does. Unless we're talking these guys. If only I could grow a healthy rug as opposed to the 1970's council housing carpet I have on my face. Rancid.

AC/DC are also releasing some DVD's of their old school concerts soon. I'm talking Madison Square Garden and the like. I'd link you, but I heard this from that 'real world' place you've heard about. Anyway, I only tell you this because when they are released, you might want to steer clear of K Mart and Aldi as all the bogans buy up the cheap DVD players. On the plus side, there will be a whole stack of perfectly usable VHS players in your local tip soon for those of us who still have those old tapes of Rage sitting in their house. Add this to their new album, and you get a whole lot of apathy from me. Not enough to NOT write about it though.

Coincidentally, Snowman's We Are The Plague is indie clip of the week on Rage, so hit it up.

This guy takes amazing photos. He's also moving to Australia soon, so expect some localised content, and someone should hook him up with all the photo passes he needs, because seriously, look at those photos! Wowie!

I know I ask for a lot (turntables, respect, my dignity back, and all those are still needed too) but does anyone have a delay pedal they want to sell? The crappier the better. Hit me up.

Um, what else... Check out our pages on the side ------> which tell you all sorts of awesome info about us (not really) and which sites we think are the shizniggity (yes really).

The Wii had the best launch by far, and is still beating the crap out of the competition, leaving old school Nintendo fanboys and once regretful 1st generation DS owners (who lucked out on the system's initial lackluster success) laughing all the way to their mother's basements. The problem is, after Brawl was released, Wii owners noticed not only that there are very few good exclusives, but there doesn't seem to be many good games on the horizon. Slowly, many are realizing that the Wii may truly be a 'Gamecube 1.5'.

The PlayStation's fall from grace is by far the biggest story to come from this generation. The initial failure of the overpriced console left it's purchases restrained only to Sony loyalists, optimists, graphics whores, and kids that got shafted come Christmas time. Things looked entirely grim, until the turning point at last year's E3, along with the release of MGS4 and the so-called 'Blue-Ray victory' led to pessimists dropping their guards and embracing the console. It's sudden upturn, in addition to a slew of new exclusives, has not only returned hope to Sony's eyes, but has led fanboys to strike back at their opposite competition with a violent vengeance.

Which leaves the 360. With good sales and the highest number of quality exclusives, the 360 owners should be the happiest fanboys of the bunch. But lately, with the rise of the PS3's sales and the Wii's dominance, the possibility of the 360, once the shining star of the generation, ending up the least successful, has fanboys absolutely livid. Even worse, the constant comments from casual and non-fanboy PS3 owners raving about their new console for no reason other than the fact that they just like to play the games has led to hilariously horrible fanboy wars being 'fought' on every corner of the internet.

This combination of groupthink and regret felt on every side has led to the most blatant and annoying generation of video game fanboyism ever seen. Even worse, more and more aging children are being brought into this gloriously unhealthy fandom with this powerful fanboy mindset, which may mean that all future generations of video games inspire the same undeserved rage this one has.

Currently Playing:

The Orange Box

Etrian Odyssey 2

Videogame Queue:

Final Fantasy XII

Final Fantasy Tactics Advance 2

Grand Theft Auto IV

Megaman Star Force 2