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Archive for January, 2009


If Love Was A Song

This motherfucker has been one hell of a rollercoaster and still is. Sorry but it isn’t going away – it will just get hidden far more efficiently.

I’ve been looking for ways to illustrate to myself how I’m feeling so I could try and take control of my emotions. Words never seem to do it but music never fails. So here’s a song that reflects how I’m feeling or what I’m thinking.

Maybe it is because the song is in my favourite movie, but the following song does a splendid job of illustrating how love would sound if it was a piece of music.

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Mixed race people are the bomb

You know that being mixed race myself naturally I’m going to say folks who are racial cocktails like myself are awesome.  But I figured I’d post a few pictures of awesome looking people who are mixed race.  I’ll post a few blokes just to be fair.

Native cultural exploitation

There’s a few videos I’ve seen on Youtube that show people exploiting misconceptions and stereotypes of North America’s indigenous traditions and culture.  Most of them have been by South American native folk using Hollywood style garb to impress an uninformed audience.  I’ve no problem with people make money for themselves, but I DO when it’s at the expense of my son’s culture and traditions. Read more...

Definitions of words

  1. The definition of sick – a rapist fathering two children with his own daughter.
  2. The definition of god’s gift – B.K
  3. The definition of stupid – a Welsh man calling the police about a bright stationary object in the sky (the moon)
  4. The defintion of corrupt – Robert Mugabe
  5. The definition of immoral – INAC boss stating that the Universal Declaration of Indigenous Peoples’ Rights would give natives an unfair advantage
  6. The definition of marauding heathen – Winston Churchill
  7. The definition of beauty – B.K

China doesn’t mess about does it?

The Chinese government isn’t about to let some robbing motherfuckers steal all their shit from their tankers off the coast of Somalia.

I was checking out the Chinese government website and came across this story detailing the military escorts China is giving Taiwanese / Chinese ships around that part of the world.

They got two groups of Special Forces on the first and last ships.  There’s a fleet of two destroyers and a supply ship.  Totalling 800 crew members they have 70 soldiers equipped with missiles, cannons and light weapons.  Now why can’t the rest of the world get militant and open a can of whoop ass on any bitches trying to steal shyt?

Four things

1.  This story about Prince Henry symbolises everything that is wrong with blighty.  Always will be a WASP country with a bunch of bigoted twits in the upper classes.

2. Isn’t Google’s new favicon pissing you off?  It makes me want to send off an abusive email hahaha.

3. I’m not pleased that America is not using it’s political and/or military muscle to force the Israeli military to stop murdering Palestinian children.  As I’ve said more than once, Israel has the right to defend itself and the right to exist but also has a duty to use a proportionate response and a duty to stop killing innocent people.  I’m not sure how anyone could equate 13 innocent Israeli lives with 270 innocent Palestinian lives.

4. I’ll keep saying it till you realise… I’ll be there waiting for your monkey ass :) .

Ryan’s Hot List

Memories are what drive me for the most part (along with hope)… and each song here brings back a memory or stirs SOME sort of emotion whether bad or good.  Some songs I can hear and want to hurt somebody (like Enrique’s ‘Hero’ WTC mix), others can make me wanna laugh out loud, and others can make me want to cry like a bytch.  Anyways… here is one:

Allan – Grow Old With You

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You may have noticed some sort of theme developing here?  Ain’t that a bitch?  Nice guys really do finish last.  Aside from my daughter being alive, I’m not the type that often wants anything for myself.  The one time in nearly seven years that I want something for myself, metaphorically I get kicked to the curb.  Sucks.

A victory for freedom of speech

For those who don’t know, a while back there was a story about Raed Jarrar who was made to cover up a tshirt in America before he was allowed on a Jet Blue aeroplane, because a bunch of ignorant Americans, true to their nature, were scared because the writing was in Arabic.

It turns out Raed Jarrar has been awarded USD$240,000 for that ridiculous boo-boo by the TSA and Jet Blue.  I bet those ignorant fucks are regretting the education system in America now huh?  I bet that company is regretting electing a Republican illiterate twat into the White House.  I hope they are.

When the original story came out I bought two tshirts immediately.  You can get them for a donation from The Critical Voice website.

Christ’s family tomb

There’s many bad things about having too much time on your hands, but one of the good things is it leaves you free to wonder about everything and anything.  I was bored and decided to search for the phrase ‘the cave where christians believe christ rose‘.  That led me to this Newsweek article about researchers apparently finding Mary, Joseph and Jesus tomb, which in turn led to a page on the Discovery Channel website detailing the entire story and evidence about the apparent tomb of Jesus, Mary and Joseph.  Below you can download a PDF of a selection of primary reports and analyses used by the researchers.

Christ\'s Tomb Evidence (0)

Bad dreams and lightning

Last night’s dreams weren’t cool.  First dream I was in someone’s house way out in the sticks with a friend.  The friend somehow knew there were vampires in the house  partying… so I somehow acquired the ability to fly. I took off quite difficultly and was about 50 feet above the house when they came flying out, brought me down and killed me.  I woke up kinda sweating.

The other dream is I was cooking in my house with my friend Mandy and two of her friends.  Her boyfriend came and grabbed my hand on the frying pan and pushed me away saying he had it.  I tried pushing him away but in the dream he was real strong, so I bashed him over the head with the frying pan and continued beating him till he was bleeding and unconscious on floor.

Something happened to me yesterday and it really sucked.  Almost exactly the same thing happened to me last year at exactly the same time.  You know that metaphor ‘lightning never strikes the same place twice’ ?  Well that’s f**king bullshit because it damn well did for me.  I like to think I’m a decent enough person to people who are decent to me… but I’m about sick of being fucked over for being nice.