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Dear John Letter

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Boure

To accept less than the all is unacceptable.

I do this thing where I get excited about the prospect of the future.

The future

Please don't be mad but I cant do this, I have needs and your life is full

Understandably - you are a light - moths like flame

Fires are bright

Go ahead brown man

Concentrate on your life - dont ask me to be a wife 

Go ahead brown man pull the cord, rip the hose, crack the heel, clink the clank

We could go on picking at a scabs, watch them dry then bleed

or

just stop it right now

Pull the plaster, cut the tie, slice

Its over - stop -

I cant ask you to stretch any further than you are and I am not prepared to accept less than your all

I also hope that we can try to foster a friendship regardless

Although you and I know it would be impossible the thoughts of maybe this or maybe that will overwhelm us. You and I. There I go again. Us...

 Am not very happy to do this but I am very realistic - I could love you a lot

You know, but i dont.

I believe people are drawn to people for a reason, the purpose unfolds over time I hope to see that purpose unfold another time

Many worlds from now


Diamonds made under pressure

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sofistikitty

This is my first blog entry...after reading the ZIA'S GONE HOME post, I can't think straight. I have a lump in my throat that will not go away ...I need to let go , I need to cry. I to have lost and no one and nothing can help. I feel like the advice and condolenses I/people give are nothing. I wish there was more i could do or try to take some of the pain away. Yes I believe that things happen for a reason but still does not fill that gap, that emptiness. im so sorry ...


I FORGOT

Posted by: chisel in Untagged  on

chisel

I FORGOT...
 
I forgot what life is all about ...

 
I forgot what it meant to cry ...
 
I forgot that pretending to be happy

doesn't make you happy ...

 
And that pretending to be smart
doesn't make you smart ..
 
I forgot that you can't just forget the past
in fear of the future ...
 
 
I forgot that you can't control
falling in love ..
 
And that you can't make yourself

fall in love .

 
and if you really do fall in love,
then you can't make yourself fall
OUT of love ..
 
I learned that I can love ...
 
 
I learned that it's okay to mess up .
 
And it's okay to ask for help .

 
And it's okay to feel like hell .
 
I learned it's okay to complain and whine
to all your friends for a whole day ...
 
 
I've learnt that sometimes the things
you want most,
you just can't have.
 
I've learnt that the greatest thing

about life isn't the parties or the hook-ups .......

 
It's the friendships,
which means taking chances ...

 


I've learnt that sometimes,

the things we want to forget,

are the things that

we most need to talk about ...

 
I've learnt that letters from friends
are the most important things
and
that sending cards to friends
makes you feel better.

  
But basically,
 
I've just learnt that my friends,

both old and new,

are the most important people to me

in the entire world ...

 
AND .
 
without them,

I wouldn't be who I am today ...

 


 
 
So,
this is a
thank you
to all of my friends ..
for always being there.
 
And even if we are not
on good terms any more,

or we have lost touch ...

 
I still care for you ...


8 countries, 16 days part III

Posted by: ern18 in Untagged  on

ern18
Right, so now we've left Italy and entered Switzerland. But before I get there - I really do have to rave about our breakfast in Venice! Can't believe this slipped my mind. By the time we were at camp outside of Rome - we had all had enough of bread and were craving a no frills breakfast of cereal and milk! I never thought I'd crave cereal. ever. continues: http://gudgirl18.blogspot.com/2008/09/8-countries-16-days-part-iii.html

Those reddish-brown eyes - bmx321nc

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bmx321nc

|Monday 29 September 2009 17H53

 Everyday I try to forget about you... like today, it's all invane....

 As she sings: 'When I'm looking in your eyes, it feels like the first time...'

I remember the first time I saw yours for the first time

reddish-brown

like a sweltering summer sun at the end of a day

your toasted caramel skin

so clear so clean

at that moment I put everything on trade

even my mental well-being

the mere nearness of you

your curious, tentative touch

                                            enough

to have a domino effect on my emotions

and only you and I left standing

up, up and up it everything went

dangerously high, I could only hope for a softing landing

right there, at that moment, I started falling

you explored my deepest

uncovered my weakness

and I let you

I had to

give everything, all at once

to you

no! you didn't have to

lie

promise me the moon

for in your eyes

those reddish-brown eyes

I could see mine

filled with desire

an all to familiar hunger

me wanting

you giving and giving

rivers running rapidly

from your head

streaming sensuously

down your forhead

my chest it's sea

supplying me

with everything I didn't know I need

and it felt so right

'til

your eyes

those reddish-brown eyes

met mine

and I couldn't see a life

with you by my side

for you already lay beside another life

so I had to say good bye

but I'll always remember

your eyes

those reddish-brown eyes...

 

F#ck! will I ever get over you?

 

 


Interview met 'n Coloured poet

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Sela
 

Ek het ‘n hele ruk terug ‘n interview met die Coloured poet, Vincent Oliphant gedoen.
Vincent Oliphant se emotional verse weerspieël die broosheid van die mens. Dit laat jou met ‘n feeling van magteloosheid en tog ook hoop vir die mensdom en ons Coloureds.

Die themes in sy poems is van so 'n aard dat mense daarmee kan relate.
Hy debuteer in 1983 met Bloed vloei in stilte (Tafelberg) en in 1998 verskyn Die sagte vlees (Tafelberg) wat goeie exposure kry danksy die tv-soapie Sewende laan, asook die tv-joernaalprogram Pasella.
Hy is tans curriculum advisor by die Department of Education.
Na die verwoestende veldbrande wat die Oos-Kaap gekasty het, wonder ek wanneer ‘n nuwe bundel uit sy pen soos welcome rain die droogte kom breek.
Die volgende oggend bel ek Oliphant en reël ‘n interview.

Oppad na sy huis wonder ek wat sy indrukke rondom laasjaar se Swart Afrikaanse Skrywersimposium is. Dit was juis by die heel eerste simposium waar die tonge geklap het oor Oliphant se bundel Bloed vloei in stilte omdat dit nie protes-poësie was soos van swart skrywers van daardie tydperk nie.
"Ek was te besig met ‘n struggle van my eie," glimlag hy nederig.
In sy eerste bundel is die presence van moeder en broer baie opmerklik. Hoe verskil dit van Die sagte vlees?
"Bloed vloei in stilte was baie na binne gerig; Die sagte vlees daarenteen meer gebalanseerd, meer volwasse."
Wat inspireer hom om te skryf, of verander dit soos mens ouer word?
"Dit bly nog grootliks dieselfde: Liefde, verlange, verlies... die romantic themes."
Hy het onlangs saam met sowat 130 Afrikaanse skrywers sy steun aan die petition teen dubbelmediumonderrig by die US toegesê. Ek wou weet of die bestaan van Afrikaans bedreig word en of Marius Titus in die kol is met sy poem "Skryfwerk" waarin hy sê:

"Soe, die beste manier omme taal te bewaar is:
Liesit, praattit, skryffit, ontginnit en bedryffit.
Net soelank jy my verstaan
stap skryf en taal ‘n lang pad saam."

"Ek is nie deel van die totale aanslag denkskool nie. Ek dink nie dat Afrikaans, of enige ander taal, moedswillig benadeel word nie. Benadeling kan egter ‘n onbedoelde gevolg wees. Verder is ek ten gunste van inisiatiewe wat ons veeltalige erfenis beskerm. Taal is immers nie net ‘n kommunikasie medium nie; dit is ook ‘n draer van kultuur. Dit is teen hierdie agtergrond dat ek die petition gesteun het."
Na aanleiding van sy brief wat onlangs in Rapport verskyn het lei mens af dat hy trots is om "bruin" en "kleurling" genoem te word. Daarin sê hy "Kleur is nie ‘n brandmerk nie; kleur is mooi. Kleur, met of sonder "-ling", is móói...".
Dink hy daar is belangstelling onder Coloureds wat hul taal en identity concern, en is daar stemme wat opgaan vir 'n emerging Coloured nasionalism?
"Ek hou nie van die idee van etniese nasionalisme nie. Dit klink te veel na laer trek, en impliseer ‘n ons-teen-hulle houding. Ek het in my artikel ‘n positiewe inhoud aan bruinwees of kleurlingwees probeer gee. Die negatiewe konnotasies wat aan ons as ‘n groep mense geheg word, soms selfs vanuit eie geledere, het my die laaste tyd gesteur."
Hoe dan so, Vincent? "Ek vermoed dat die voortgesette teenkanting teen die benaming kleurling daarmee te doen het dat die term gemengdheid impliseer.
Gemengdheid word dan, miskien meestal onbewustelik, teenoor suiwerheid gestel. Ek is egter van mening dat gemengdheid of hibriditeit iets positiefs kan wees omdat dit dui op ‘n wyer, ryker herkoms. Ek sou bly wees as ons intellektuele en ander meningsvormers die oormatige sensitiwiteit rondom hierdie kwessie wou laat vaar."
Hy is digter, akademikus, man, pa, maar bo als is hy mens en medemens.
‘n Uittreksel uit sy poem "woorde" gee ons ‘n goeie blik van die mens Vincent Oliphant:

"my woorde het nie die byt
van koeëls en grofgeskut nie
nee
my woorde kan bloot bid
en pleit
en wens
medeburgers van die lewe
dat ons van grense sal vergeet
en bloot mens sal wees
en medemens..."


Die vredemakers

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Sela
 

Ek is oortuig daarvan ons jeug is die vredemakers van môre. Daar kom ‘n dag dat jy iets hoor of lees wat jou tussen die oë tref. Jou letterlik dwing om regop te sit.

Ek het onlangs een aand na werk geluister na "L'Incontro", ‘n gedig geskryf deur die tenor Andrea Bocelli, en voorgedra deur Bono van U2 faam.

Die slotverse tref my keer op keer: "But inside of me the kid's trapped soul advises me / That this new-born child is already more important to me / than that of my own life..."

Kindergesiggies flits verby my. Ashley Kriel, Hector Petersen, Bhongolethu Vokwana. Laasgenoemde leef. Later daaroor.

 

Die Amerikaners had vir Mattie Stepanek, ‘n bekroonde digter en tiener wat op die ouderdom van drie begin skryf het. Mattie is in 2004 oorlede. In sy roerende gedig, "About wishing", skryf hy:

"Some people think that / wishing is childish / But, wishing is for everybody."

En hy sluit af: "Wishing bring new ideas, and sometimes, / The touch of new life / And that is essential for our future."

Dit is nie slegs Stepanek wat hoop aan die mensdom gee nie. Suid-Afrikaners kan met Bhongolethu Vokwana spog. Hy het in 2005 aan die Northern Lights-skool vir serebraal gestremdes in Port Elizabeth gematrikuleer.

Vokwana, ‘n kwadrupleeg wat byna heeltemal verlam is en aan ‘n rystoel gekluister is, het met ‘n C-gemiddelde geslaag.

Volgens sy onderwyser het Vokwana ‘n kopstuk gebruik om te skryf. In plaas van die uur wat die ander kinders kry om ‘n vraestel te voltooi, het hy ses uur ekstra gekry. Soos Stepanek, he took hy die innerlike krag om bo sy fisieke gestremdheid uit te styg.

Sedertien dink ek altyd aan hom wanneer ons Jeugdag gevier word. Dan bekoor die plaaslike orakels ons met slagspreuke soos: "Die jeug is die toekoms", "lank lewe demokrasie", "ons is vry" en so meer.

Die bottom line is, ons moet ophou praat-praat en eerder doen-doen!

Die onderwysstelsel was onlangs in ‘n krisis. In die Oos-Kaap is dit landelike en arm skole wat die swaarste getref word deur ‘n gebrekkige infrastruktuur.

Kinders kry onderrig onder bome terwyl sommige op hul maag lê om die honger te vergeet.

Twee jaar gelede, toe stormreën die Baai looi, was ek op pad na ‘n poësieslypskool op Port Alfred. Nie eens die swaar reën kon ‘n groep van meer as honderd skoolkinders - sommige kaalvoet - weghou nie. Daar is hoop!

 

Baie onderwysers meen die onderwysdepartement gee nie genoeg erkenning aan onderwysers vir die aanvoorwerk wat hulle doen om by kinders ‘n liefde vir literatuur te kweek nie.

Die Burger het onlangs met ‘n paar jong mense in die Baai gesels oor wat hulle van ons land se veertien jaar oue demokrasie dink.

Die meeste was van mening dat hoewel die nuwe SA vir hulle die vryheid van keuse gee, hulle steeds deur misdaad onderdruk word.

 

Die potensiaal wat die klas van 1976 help skep het, word net nie verwesenlik nie.

Die bevrydingsbeweging staan weer eens voor nuwe uitdagings. Hulle moet die onderwys help bevry, en ons jeug uit die kloue van misdaad en dwelms verlos.

Kwessies wat in elk geval net tydens verkiesingsveldtogte aandag geniet.

Dalk het Bono ons land se brose demokrasie in gedagte gehad toe hy sê: "... this new-born child is already more important to me / than that of my own life..."

Kom ons gee gehoor aan ons leiers se pleidooie om in alle erns in ons jeug te belê. Húlle is die toekoms.


My first time...

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I have witnessed these things many times on the inter web and always wondered why people engaged in such acts. Displaying emotions and sharing their intimate details with the public. I thought my first time would be special and that it will be burnt into my memory when it occurred.

I have this burning sensation inside to start but have no idea how to go about it. Like so many things in life, the man inside (or rather the boy) refuse to ask for help or directions.

But I am filled with joy and utter delight to see that my fellow brothers and sisters are partaking in this act of sharing their intimacies and thoughts. It makes perfect sense, as we are all travelling in this vast galaxy with stars, planets and moons around us.

 

So, this is my first time making an entry in my blog.

 


Freedom of love

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Aiden
It is 3:30am and although I am tired I have some pain that is keeping me awake so I though about creating another blog entry of something more serious and which has been on my mind. It is late so this may be a little inconsistent or grammatically incorrect or whatever but I am sharing anyway. I know though that to those of you who know me personally will be a little surprised. I recently watched an episode on Carte Blanch called “The Freemale” about women who chose not to enter into marriage and even relationships because they felt tied tied down by the responsibilities of it. I thought about that for a while & started thinking again after having lunch with my secretary, Dorcas. At a table beside us was a very beautiful woman who was having lunch alone & when I returned after using the toilet Dorcas had struck up a conversation with her. The two of them seemed to get along so well that I invited the lady to join us at our table & soon heard Dorcas say that this lady was just like me. She had been wearing a wedding ring on her finger but was not married at all and Dorcas, who knows my moods very well, said that the lady was wearing her ring to keep men from hitting on her so she could concentrate on her career while I throw myself into my work to escape from everything around me. So to her we were both using one thing to escape another. I left the lunch upset at the comments Dorcas had made about me but more upset because what she had said was true. I don’t wear a wedding band but this lady who joined us for lunch spoke about how she always was the person to whom others would turn to & complain about their relationships so she wanted to first work at her career. It made me think about a conversation I had with my "thread locking" friend in the chatroom one evening where she said that she tries to steer clear of people with too much personal drama in their lives because of how it inadvertently effects you… & she was so very right. No matter how much we try to be the shoulder that other people can cry on, their drama does become part of our lives & many times causes us to sabotage our own happiness or not to fulfill the purpose of our lives. I have always been the person that people could turn to & it all started after my grandmother died. My mom & stepdad (coloured one)had many problems & my grandmother was the one to whom both of them could turn to. She managed to make them both feel a little better after venting & the family was then kept together but I can now see how much that of an affect also had on her health. After her passing I took over the role of my grandmother & had to do all the listening as well as giving advice because from a young age I was seen as being very mature. What I did was listen & take notes because I promised myself that I would not make the same mistakes. Soon every friend & family member turned to me but the thing with the drama in other peoples lives is that they don’t tell you about the good things but rather about that which is causing them unhappiness & this is where is becomes dangerous to those who like me become part of their drama just by the support we offer. I took so many notes on what to avoid that I never looked at what was important to me in a relationship & life & ended up making some terrible personal decisions. Just like these “Freemales” it was easier for me to fulfill the physiological & security needs of Maslow’s famous triangle and because of the notes taken (many times without realising it) of other peoples drama I skipped “love and belonging” (thrid on the triangle)because I felt that it was highly overrated anyway & I went onto esteem. But without love nothing else matters or can exist & not just being loved but also being able to love. I have started making new notes in the new chapter of my life and it includes not running from my personal problems by throwing myself into my work as I have done. I am learning not to become involved in other people’s personal drama because it is as unhealthy for me as it is for them. You see I have always felt emptiness in my life because I could not allow myself to love or be loved out of fear that I may end up like those who came to me for help or advice. I could not love because love seemed temporary and people let you down. I have never felt that anyone had my back, even those who said that they loved me & I then became weary of the motives of those who did. Now at the age of 30 I have not only found my ability to love but also the reason to love, love unconditionally & love without fear. So there is hope for all you 20, 30 & 40-somethings as it is something that even my mother says she thought she would never see in me. I am learning to love! I am learning to love because it is the driving force behind the fourth level of esteem. I am learning to love because love gives the purpose & meaning (fifth level) to this life and without love we cannot reach our full potential (self actualization, last level). You see, God created a man to love a woman & be by his side because she would teach him to love & they would then together complete God’s will for them in their lives. If you allow it, Love will free you & your soul will soar like and eagle. When you start believing in it, let those you love know as often as you can just how you feel about them even if it is 50 times a day & they say “ja, ja I know”…. love is the only thing that there is an unlimited supply of & is free to all of us (rich and poor), love gives you hope, love gives you dreams, love gives you the ability to follow & make those dreams a reality regardless of your current situation, if you allow it love will find a way… & only love can set you free. I wish you love.

8 countries, 16 days part II

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II: Italy Day six saw us leaving Nice, saying au revoir to France and buongiorno to Italy! Earlyish breakfast, load the bus and then all aboard and onward to Pisa. Pisa really was a bit of a disappointment - all there is to the town is well the leaning tower. A few tour group members knew to expect from friends who'd already been. It was typically tourist - African crafts (roll eyes!), to tacky plastic Pisa tower replicas, to boxer shorts with the tower in all sorts of 'compromising' positions and angles. rest: http://gudgirl18.blogspot.com/2008/09/8-countries-16-days-part-ii.html

Too much of a good thing

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Boure

So I thought cutting a cute fringe and blow drying my hair for a change would be nice, a very old English boss of mine loved saying - a change is as good as a rest Miss T. So with my new hairstyle came my new walk (more like a confident thirty year old strutt...try and stop me!) and I try to talk differently too (I really think about my vocabulary). I am trying to say less and think and feel more. These days I feel a lot less like that poor kid in a candy store. Desperate for someone to notice what a good girl she's been and reward her appropriately. 

I smoke even if you think it unpopular and will not accept offers of bad wine and shots irritate me. Dont send them over - I will pour them in the first empty glass and then still toast you.  I have resigned myself to knowing that I have an opinion but I am selective who I let in on it.

This thought makes my nose curl up a little and my eyes smile. When I looked at you like that last night I could feel your resolve crumble a little. Then I realised that it took you a little while to really see me. I am annoyed. I lost interest now. You see, he asked to read my personal blog, told him it might be a bad idea, since i write about him too. He saw something he didn't like and I was left feeling bad about what i wrote, something I swore I would never do. So last night at last I might add - he grabs me for a dance and we do, spin around ever so gently spinning and twirling soaked in Nederberg Barrone. Good clean and fresh tra la la. Pity I dont have a crush on him anymore. Feels good to say that! By the end of the dance he had transferred all of his power to me. Seems where we go from here is up to me....oh dancer, dont. I choose to go HOME.

 I have been thirty for five days now, my life has already changed. Lost in interest in house work (bound to happen-i aint to martha S), feeling very energetic (especially my mind), money is chasing me (nice since its been avoiding me for about 12 months!) Polly irritates me (plucking- worried-need shrink for him), miss my baby girl (she sounds as though she is having a whole lot of fun with mom), got 2 brand new job offers (1- at high high fash mag!!!!!!!!! and the other hundreds of k more), love radar - (red being hot hot hot and blue ice ice ice) yellow (i love- thats it, myself the planet and people), weight - happy, boure - dik, wardrobe plus two new additions, stress 4/10 (good!!!), new president and health minister (Yeah!!!) , new hat (green bowl D&G) and new gay friend. His name is J. Loves celebrities and has a body as hard as a rock (oooh - I know - what a waste). Will go to a church dinner and dance tonight. Promise to be on my berry vessst behaviour! Will they have booze or should I sneak some in??? (I know just how to do it!) I dont think I have ever done anything like this ever. Very adult. Must wear heels and hat.

Enjoy your day. It might be your last - why not live like its your first. 

I promise if you do 3 of the 5 things on my list today you will feel great:

1. If near ocean - stand on beach arms outstreched, lift to the sky and exhale loudly (i love to scream actually - but if you shy - exhaling will do)

If near mountain or lake, modify - go to the quietest spot - try not to see any sign of mankind...bottles wires cell phone littler, sit there for a few moments and listen. You will hear something wonderful. Promise.

2. Nibble someones ear!

3. Let someone nibble your ear...

4. Have saki today! I swear there is nothing like it. If not saki ( you dont drink - then start!)just kidding, i love frulata (blend of ice cream and cocktail fruit juice).....or lassi....mmmm. Drink this with bare feet - toes in the sun.

5. Give someone new a bear hug. Squeeze with all your might. Exchange energy - give and take...

These are some of the things I will do today. Now wheres that ear...


Moeg Man...

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Boure

Ek is klaar met die politiek in die country. Hulle kan almal gaan k**k. Ek het ook 1986 gelees, they are insulting my intel if they think we dont see what the boogie board is going on! I know everybody had their 2 cent to contribute to the pot so I will spare you mine. Suffice to say it sucks. Balls, you know the kind.  Ok, so on top of rising food prices, people not having any disposable income for silly incidentals like buying new tooth brush if naugthy brush falls in toilet water....shhh dont tell him, we now have all this trash to worry about.

 Where the hell the other 4 million go? Who the hell cares!

Not in my bloody bollocksy pocket for sure.

Ek sou kon doen met n triljoen! Million is too little these day.

So, pampered stay at luxury escape at penisberg get away was cancelled! I was a little sad but then vodka has a great effect on me. My heritage day was braaing with some crazy ass Lebanese folks who love dancing and buring themselves to a crisp. Letterlik.  She is very very Loud and has a bat named klaar-ge-praat in her car for just, well, i dont know know. In case a baseball comes flying out of nowhere - she might just like being prepared. Nice people though.  Went to Trans-kei (not sure bout spelling) Melville - lots of people very drunk big haired people- stayed behind cause i was waiting for a friend (i DONT drink and drive) and watched a waiter sweeping up the mess of the night before. Bottles busted, ciggie butts...condom wrappers! I was transfixed. I wonder what it would have weighed and that the weight of their mess measured up against the weight of fun they had.  What about the liters of urine?  More mess more fun right.

What was also fascinating was the young man sweeping it up - he was so angry, throwing around the tables and chairs and making the filth spread! Funny as hell.

He looked dirtier than the floor when he was through...it reminds me of you.

You must never be as evil and the evil you are fighting - then you just fighting yourself. Feel incredible today. Just incredible.

 


Why I dislike American Media...

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What would the media coverage be if Sarah Palin had said the following:

“When the stock market crashed, Franklin D. Roosevelt got on the television and didn’t just talk about the, you know, the princes of greed. He said, ‘Look, here’s what happened’.”

For those who are asking themselves, “What’s wrong with that statement?” — First of all, shame on your own lack of interest in minimal American lore! Second, FDR wasn’t president when the stock market crashed. Finally, he WAS the first president to appear on TV … ten years after the crash.

So, back to my original query. What if Palin had said it? My guess is that the story would be a headline on every news program. Palin would be ridiculed as lacking basic knowledge concerning both American history and 20th century technological advancements.

But instead, the error-filled statement was made by Democratic VP candidate Joe Biden. So, what’s on CNN right now?

“New dad Clay Aiken Tells Magazine He’s Gay” and "Millions of Kids Have Untreated Tooth Decay”

Not a mention about Biden’s gaffe, even when I click on the “Politics” page. But, I sure am a better-informed citizen now that I know the newborn son of the same-sex loving Aiken (shocked, just shocked!) should get regular check-ups with the neighbourhood dentist.

Similar omissions were found when I searched other news sites. Now, you may think this was just a silly, flip comment made by Biden and therefore it was not even worth mentioning. I believe the remarks make Biden sound a bit light in the intellectual gravitas and show him to be a fan of simply making stuff up. And … really … can you tell me that much more media attention would not have been made to this statement if made by Palin, Mr Spiderman?


8 countries, 16 days part I

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I've recently come back from a 16 day whirlwind tour of Europe encompassing 8 countries - I had tons of fun and it was just awesome being around fellow travellers, antipodeans, and my countrymen and few from elsewhere in the world. I: France Day one: trip from London to Dover, Dover to Calais and then Calais to Paris. We became intimately acquainted with the bus - it was aptly described as our second home and as you can imagine by the end of the tour we'd had enough of the bus, and halfway through we'd had enough of bread! But let me not run away with things. the rest: http://gudgirl18.blogspot.com/2008/09/8-countries-16-days-part-i.html

a ghetto tale...hosh

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butt0Ns
halo is ek , die bra van 'ie valley jou ma moenie skellie of aneste ou pellie hie's ek nou, my style ingebou 'n bra soes ek sal jou laat berou dat jou ma jou ooit lief het , wan't met daai bek, is jy gek gwalla die , gwalla daai ...bokand 'ie panghela ...will jy nnnnn...... AAi, AAI...sies ombeskof kry a bietjie talent, jou bek ruik soes fish en chips nes a skel'm in 'ie aane hoor jy die lawaai , gunshots in the darkness "skiet o'ppie spy" mes stiek en gun skiet is alles veniet want as jy gat mang word jy 'rit gese in jou gevriet jy's a moordenaar a skel'm a sewe en a ses hoe will jy dood gan met a gun of a mes..... as'it is han is'it, as'ity issie han is'sity

anger

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butt0Ns
i see with these two eyes in my head;
red...are they constantly,'cos its weed i said...
to the crooked guy in the black uniform with the badge;
who the fuck gave him the right to take my hash;
i feel dirty when i think that i belong to this race;
the human race?,thats funny,what the hell are we racing for;
thers nowhere to go;
break down the door...to reality,
so that i can show my partiallity;
in this silly,hill-billy,gam-city;
fuck you black man;fuck you white man;fuck you coloured man;
fuck you yellow man;fuck you red man;fuck you world...fuck you
fuck you...fuck you...;
fuck copywriten cd's and movies.that mother fuckers can heal the world
with all that money they're making,fuck steven spielberg for making
movies that cost $120 000 000 ,and fuck him even more when it grosses
$460 000 000 in the first three months,and fuck all of them for not
saving the starving people in ethiopia,we dont need to starve in this
world anymore,dont you know that,fuck warner bros,fuck disney,fuck
caeser's palace,fuck holiday inn,fuck the wild coast,fuck the lost
city,fuck sol,fuck nelson mandela 'cos he did fuckall for me,fuck all
the businessess that pride their money over their people,fuck mark
shuttleworth and his 9 billion,the asshole can save a small country
but his not,so all that rich mother fuckers that complain about their
shit this their shit that...fuck them,they can all fucking die.
and if you dont like what i'm saying fuck you 'cos its true,
fuck my father for making me live in this fucked up world...fuck you
world.
author:mark davies
title:anger

hallo

Posted by: butt0Ns in Untagged  on

butt0Ns
HALLO... A SIMPLE WORD WITH AWESOME POWER, A WORD OF PAST,TIME AND FUTURE DEVOUR, FAR HAS IT COME AND LONG STILL TO GO, THE EARTH BE ITS SOIL AND IN EXCLAIMATION WE SHALL SOW, THIS WORD SO SWEET TO EARS OF PEOPLE PARTED LONG, LONG HAS IT BEEN WAITING;TO UTTER IT ...CAUSES NO HARM, PALM TO PALM AS FREINDS USUALLY...HALLO... THEN AN EMBRACE,IF TIME HAS CALLED FOR SO, BE KIND,BE MILD,BE EVERYTHING AND GO, BUT REMEMBER THE HERE,THE NOW AND THEN THE ...HALLO.

thaughts

Posted by: butt0Ns in Untagged  on

butt0Ns
i've been sittin here thinkin then i thaught of u how wonderful the mind is cos theres a picture of u detailed in every aspect of the word how funny the mind is... for movement a picture in it makes.... so can this be that the blind to can see... or is it me.... how could this be.... flows like water at a rivers mouth doth make... smooth as the rocks and the pebbles of a lake as agile and brilliant,sleakness of snake..... forget not, for the mind never does.... but burries it deep sometimes in cidars dust..... dark are its corridores filled to the brim.... more as it echo's in lifes marvelous slims.... here.....some more....

ode to your phone

Posted by: butt0Ns in Untagged  on

butt0Ns

its time was pleasant and a rememberance of many ...numbers forgotten
and sms's plenty,in hands of others with not so humble abode, because
to u that cell phone is owed,it is gone now and others will come ...
so be happy cos u got a better one.


love Mark


never finding love

Posted by: butt0Ns in Untagged  on

butt0Ns
HUMAIRAH HATIA   your a breath of fresh air to my tired bones to a man who fought wars with demons that clinged to my soul your the double edged sword that i wield and cut them free from me.... your the light that shines and protects me at night from the fire i burn to keep the beasts at bay that snarls and stares at me from shrubs nearby, but i fear not... for the light at my feet and the sabre i grasp ......is you

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