by Sebastian Vilar Rodriguez
I walked down the street in Barcelona, and suddenly discovered a terrible truth—Europe died in Auschwitz . We killed six million Jews and replaced them with 20 million Muslims. In Auschwitz we burned a culture, thought, creativity, talent. We destroyed the chosen people, truly chosen, because they produced great and wonderful people who changed the world.
The contribution of this people is felt in all areas of life: science, art, international trade, and above all, as the conscience of the world. These are the people we burned.
And under the pretense of tolerance, and because we wanted to prove to ourselves that we were cured of the disease of racism, we opened our gates to 20 million Muslims, who brought us stupidity and ignorance, religious extremism and lack of tolerance, crime and poverty, due to an unwillingness to work and support their families with pride.
They have blown up our trains and turned our beautiful Spanish cities into the third world, drowning in filth and crime Shut up in the apartments they receive free from the government, they plan the murder and destruction of their naive hosts. And thus, in our misery, we have exchanged culture for fanatical hatred, creative skill for destructive skill, intelligence for backwardness and superstition.
We have exchanged the pursuit of peace of the Jews of Europe and their talent for hoping for a better future for their children, their determined clinging to life because life is holy, for those who pursue death, for people consumed by the desire for death for themselves and others, for our children and theirs.
What a terrible mistake was made by miserable Europe.
Showing posts with label government. Show all posts
Showing posts with label government. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Monday, September 17, 2007
LOST IN THE SYSTEM
Orginally punlished on January 18, 1998
Most did settle out of court from what I've read. Now, law is leaning toward allowing companies an edge in arguments against domain name speculators, but I think the domain name wars are over as a result of this a new set of seven upper domains on tap, plus the other two [CC & TO] that are already on the market at TABNET, but who knows if "cocacola.com" will declare manifest trademark rights on "cocacola.net." Doesn't seem to have, after a quick check.
Still painting, burning weeds. Order in the court. Speaking of that. The DC government has sent me a two dollar check for appearing in court for jury duty on January 7, 1998. They also sent me a thirty dollar day for January 7. Then I received another two dollar check for services rendered on January 8. Then another thirty. I only went to the courthouse a half a day, and that was January 7. This, after blowing off the whole thing back on December 8, when I was originally scheduled to appear in Superior as a potential petit juror. Being sick, I didn't go, but I straightened up. They sent a threatening letter teasing me with a $300 fine, seven days jail, or both. Now they are sending me all this money.
Got to rework the Takaro Farm site nearly from scratch again to be viewable without scrolling at 640x480 rez on a 15" display. This the client now prefers, after first declaring he wanted frames because he saw them elsewhere, but disturbing inconsistences in the display of text over graphics on one of the pages in the current design are forcing me to rethink and revamp the site at large, so as to have the material fully viewable on first screen, in that monstrous resolution, at a size that looks large to him. What's your take on this topic, Steve? Two years ago I could agree with Hector, but Hector admittedly knows nothing about his own computer, much less the industry. If he did, he should perhaps try to lure some Apple money into his pockets. But today? I think 15" display 800x600 resolution is by far the norm, and more specifically, the cheapest view I can imagine someone looking to purchase a $10K horse from around the world, would be visiting the Takaro farm site. So far, Hector has liked everything, graphically. He just thinks it's too big, and needs to be scaled back, which is my evening project, after I finish this forest green painting of the paper closet, install the bric-a-brac-and handle, and set up the new ETF account I was telling you about.
GT
Most did settle out of court from what I've read. Now, law is leaning toward allowing companies an edge in arguments against domain name speculators, but I think the domain name wars are over as a result of this a new set of seven upper domains on tap, plus the other two [CC & TO] that are already on the market at TABNET, but who knows if "cocacola.com" will declare manifest trademark rights on "cocacola.net." Doesn't seem to have, after a quick check.
Still painting, burning weeds. Order in the court. Speaking of that. The DC government has sent me a two dollar check for appearing in court for jury duty on January 7, 1998. They also sent me a thirty dollar day for January 7. Then I received another two dollar check for services rendered on January 8. Then another thirty. I only went to the courthouse a half a day, and that was January 7. This, after blowing off the whole thing back on December 8, when I was originally scheduled to appear in Superior as a potential petit juror. Being sick, I didn't go, but I straightened up. They sent a threatening letter teasing me with a $300 fine, seven days jail, or both. Now they are sending me all this money.
Got to rework the Takaro Farm site nearly from scratch again to be viewable without scrolling at 640x480 rez on a 15" display. This the client now prefers, after first declaring he wanted frames because he saw them elsewhere, but disturbing inconsistences in the display of text over graphics on one of the pages in the current design are forcing me to rethink and revamp the site at large, so as to have the material fully viewable on first screen, in that monstrous resolution, at a size that looks large to him. What's your take on this topic, Steve? Two years ago I could agree with Hector, but Hector admittedly knows nothing about his own computer, much less the industry. If he did, he should perhaps try to lure some Apple money into his pockets. But today? I think 15" display 800x600 resolution is by far the norm, and more specifically, the cheapest view I can imagine someone looking to purchase a $10K horse from around the world, would be visiting the Takaro farm site. So far, Hector has liked everything, graphically. He just thinks it's too big, and needs to be scaled back, which is my evening project, after I finish this forest green painting of the paper closet, install the bric-a-brac-and handle, and set up the new ETF account I was telling you about.
GT
Monday, July 16, 2007
NICKEL
Nickel
I am in disgrace, imposed
Strictly between the lines hunger drew,
Composed of
I had it! I had it!
But a poor speaker gone near-public
With a whetted conscience of mayonnaise
And economic morality gone sour,
I jerk off into another memory, sifting
My self-rising hour, shifting on my feet
Like an entrepreneur trading promises,
Looking to the burning bush for better days.
I've been swallowed by that whale,
Caught in the drift of a dedicated urge.
I had it, I'll borrow to
Replace it in one revolution or two.
Yes indeed! I had it to give it
Its proper massage at face value,
To grease the palm tree with coconuts
Or oil spilt during an afternoon's taboo.
If'n you are polite, say
You are void of impulse, and
Let it go at that, say no thanks
But I have to go. (Periodically
Perjury is a motive known
To the best of legends.)
I had it, almost.
Language, your honor,
Is mere alphabet dirt. Abandonment is energy
Too sharp to touch without furor,
But say, haul it in,
Taste beyond contentment
The release
Doing its own work,
And other mad values captioned in crime.
Strapped to thyself against the deck, say
Blow, say blow bay blow, say
Grab up cane and tame the vicious dog.
Know that fear's elect echoes no chorus
But somehow somewhere sometimes forgets
To clothe itself with dignity befitting
Its call, say howl Allen Ginsberg
If you chance meeting him
In occupied territory
Where gods wrestle and speak, say
Speak to us in whale. And to the last word
Nymphomaniacs and their guessing captors,
Legging margins across the dispassionate land, say
Hey button those blouses open to angry remarks
Ruthless enough to Naomi, say
Juggle yesterday's summer
Until parenthetical dawn, say
Nothing to Walt Whitman,
Ezra say Pound, the captain of swans,
Willie Mays say hey Neil Young, say
My…my…my…nothing
To the brash Elvis, research impulsive,
Or Johnny Rotten in the heat
Of awkward citizenship.
And Mother Alibi, say the key to happiness
Won't open the door
Where implication and silence
Are only as good
As each word implies,
Say, how is it every time I pray
I feel like deodorized vomit, say
Souls grow on bones but die beneath
Banker's hours, say
Tell us your name whale, and
We'll make you a star, casting
Matches like chorus lines
Between government issues, say
Where do we hang our hammock, say
Hope a man will cut his hair
Simply to punctuate a sentence, or
Fix his neighbor a cheese sandwich, say
To Delilah Mae Jones,
Samson is dead. Say, but
There has come another greater than he, say
Welcome y'all, say crab canons are delicious
Ways of life, say whales of America
Are a sign to insurance agents.
If'n you are angrily plundered, say
Do not be tricked by men, say
But let them trick you, sampling
Their techniques
So that you are never sent to the orchards
To gather unbias pickles, say
Pairs of excuses are unexplainable
To a whale who is strictly vegetarian
For reasons only the father knows, say
Midnight cravings innocently coded
In hollow rhetoric
Are useless to the slayers of
Civil disobedience, say
Navel oranges tapered to grip expense
Sit down, roll around, gnaw bones, shape knees,
And remind us that chaos is culture, say
Practice what you preach, say
Silence. I am in disgrace, almost.
[ 1982, Atlanta, GA ]
I am in disgrace, imposed
Strictly between the lines hunger drew,
Composed of
I had it! I had it!
But a poor speaker gone near-public
With a whetted conscience of mayonnaise
And economic morality gone sour,
I jerk off into another memory, sifting
My self-rising hour, shifting on my feet
Like an entrepreneur trading promises,
Looking to the burning bush for better days.
I've been swallowed by that whale,
Caught in the drift of a dedicated urge.
I had it, I'll borrow to
Replace it in one revolution or two.
Yes indeed! I had it to give it
Its proper massage at face value,
To grease the palm tree with coconuts
Or oil spilt during an afternoon's taboo.
If'n you are polite, say
You are void of impulse, and
Let it go at that, say no thanks
But I have to go. (Periodically
Perjury is a motive known
To the best of legends.)
I had it, almost.
Language, your honor,
Is mere alphabet dirt. Abandonment is energy
Too sharp to touch without furor,
But say, haul it in,
Taste beyond contentment
The release
Doing its own work,
And other mad values captioned in crime.
Strapped to thyself against the deck, say
Blow, say blow bay blow, say
Grab up cane and tame the vicious dog.
Know that fear's elect echoes no chorus
But somehow somewhere sometimes forgets
To clothe itself with dignity befitting
Its call, say howl Allen Ginsberg
If you chance meeting him
In occupied territory
Where gods wrestle and speak, say
Speak to us in whale. And to the last word
Nymphomaniacs and their guessing captors,
Legging margins across the dispassionate land, say
Hey button those blouses open to angry remarks
Ruthless enough to Naomi, say
Juggle yesterday's summer
Until parenthetical dawn, say
Nothing to Walt Whitman,
Ezra say Pound, the captain of swans,
Willie Mays say hey Neil Young, say
My…my…my…nothing
To the brash Elvis, research impulsive,
Or Johnny Rotten in the heat
Of awkward citizenship.
And Mother Alibi, say the key to happiness
Won't open the door
Where implication and silence
Are only as good
As each word implies,
Say, how is it every time I pray
I feel like deodorized vomit, say
Souls grow on bones but die beneath
Banker's hours, say
Tell us your name whale, and
We'll make you a star, casting
Matches like chorus lines
Between government issues, say
Where do we hang our hammock, say
Hope a man will cut his hair
Simply to punctuate a sentence, or
Fix his neighbor a cheese sandwich, say
To Delilah Mae Jones,
Samson is dead. Say, but
There has come another greater than he, say
Welcome y'all, say crab canons are delicious
Ways of life, say whales of America
Are a sign to insurance agents.
If'n you are angrily plundered, say
Do not be tricked by men, say
But let them trick you, sampling
Their techniques
So that you are never sent to the orchards
To gather unbias pickles, say
Pairs of excuses are unexplainable
To a whale who is strictly vegetarian
For reasons only the father knows, say
Midnight cravings innocently coded
In hollow rhetoric
Are useless to the slayers of
Civil disobedience, say
Navel oranges tapered to grip expense
Sit down, roll around, gnaw bones, shape knees,
And remind us that chaos is culture, say
Practice what you preach, say
Silence. I am in disgrace, almost.
[ 1982, Atlanta, GA ]
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