Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Very Red Soles Of The Feet

DAY OF MOURNING FOR JOURNALISTS


I would love never having to write this post. This message will be black. Black as the grief that has invaded the entire community of journalists in the Philippines yesterday, and across the archipelago, journalists worldwide. Black as the anger inside me today.

Yesterday, Monday, November 23, a convoy led by a campaign team was ambushed by a group of nearly 100 gunmen in Maguindanao province, west of the island of Mindanao. The convoy was going to file the nomination of a local politician, member of the clan Mangudadatu for the post of governor of Maguindanao. A few hours later, dozens of bodies have been found dead, some mutilated. 46 bodies were found. Including those of 12 journalists who accompanied the convoy.

This bloody massacre in the Philippines has a name: Rido. In Mindanao, a Rido is a clan war between two Muslim families, which arises for reasons of honor, litigation land, or as in this case, a confrontation for political domination. Ampatuan take the entire province of Maguindanao, and even part of the region without sharing nearly 10 years. Twenty family members are elected at different local positions, and most of them are never unopposed at elections. Everyone knows that running against the Ampatuan is a lien on his life. And yet that is what makes the clan Mangudadatu, posing against them for the 2010 elections.

The big difference, raising the national outrage in the archipelago, is that this massacre has exceeded the rules of Rido. Never members outside the clan had been deliberately hit in Rido. And in this case, even the journalists were savagely murdered. Reporters Without Borders called today as the most tragic in modern history: "Never in the history journalism, the profession had also paid a heavy price in one day ," RSF said solemnly on its website . What

revolt even more is to see how the barbarism mingles with impunity in the Philippines Wild West. The Ampatuan is a clan of warriors, which has a militia of hundreds of armed men, and protected by the national government, which uses it to "protect" her votes. In 2004 and 2007, Ampatuan assured the Arroyo camp a complete victory in his province. The cheating was so massive that in some cities, not one vote has been counted for the opposition, while the latter won in all other provinces, or almost.

The question now is what will do with Gloria Arroyo ally barbaric? It is feared that on the eve of national elections as sensitive as those of May, the Ampatuan clan does it so well too. And the victims are abandoned to the law of the most revolting fort, in this climate of injustice and impunity.


For further reading, here are many links

Explanations, raw, on RFI

article in The Times analysis of Geneva

bloody footprint private militias in Cross

Conviction RSF

The Ampatuan clan, the Godfathers of Mindanao

the latest news about the massacre

PS January 10: After more a month of excavations, the count of victims is 57 people killed, including 30 journalists. Two more journalists are still missing from the rest and could be in the grave.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Board Holders For Tae Kwon Do

The ladle rotten.

Very recently, an unfortunate story brought me to the conclusion that someone I knew, following a trick, proved deserve my wrath. Or stick. Or death.
When I put to hate, I do not do it halfway.
Leaving the stream of insults flowing merrily over the days in my sick mind, in my eyes and protector rider, then I noticed that many funny and amazing system was being installed. System insult. Creative, filthy and very colorful, with unmatched efficiency. Thus, when under the influence of a false coincidence, "bucket of piss" stood in line single file with his girlfriend the "tureen to vomit," or the "gravy boat to Glob of Spit", and repainted to nine this contemptible breed, structure appeared surprisingly clear.
Let me sing it.
It can break down what I am inclined to consider it as an insult effective in two distinct parts, which, once bound, proved incredibly effective, "to rival a negro," as I recement heard him in Ghostbusters.
So.
(It should be noted that future proposals do nothing to place rules)

I. The first part will consist of an object containing , functional food, hygiene or related to transport.

1) The object function food be more appropriate if the content is in the form moist rather than dry. (As such, read "The dry and wet" by Jonathan Littell, Leon Degrelle speaks it is almost exactly like)
Thus, we prefer to avoid salt. Indeed, if "salt to vomit" ready to smile, it is undeniable that "sink losses" is far more effective, he will vex and more. Or better yet: will cry.

2) An object containing functional toilet. It will become more virulent if it is part of a notion of sealing . It is annoying that the content macula floor. Thus, bath or bidet will be more appropriate to the injury that basket, box or even flannel.

3) The purpose involving the concept of transport. Free to the appreciation of everyone, it scans a broad enough spectrum ranging from the wheelbarrow to the freighter, through the tank or wagon. In the same way as in the previous paragraph, the notion of tightness is appreciated, it will still include public transport in some cases. Bus or tram may, where appropriate, suitable s'averrer. The Smarts are however excluded.

II. The second part, she describes a content.

1) According to a well-known rule, all production, in liquid or semi liquid human body will do. The few productions solid type calculation the kidneys, are of course welcome.

2) Any natural or man-production status solid, liquid or semi liquid, provided that the latter are considered répugante, smelly, caloric, bearing defect or carrying germs.
eg
mud = good, use
snow = none, to throw.

III. The binder

The preposition to walk just about everything blows. Rustic and provincial, it gives an authentic tint to the whole. In preference therefore OF more annoying because-neutral.

IV. APPLICATION

The diagram that follows provides indications and has obviously not pretend to offer comprehensive content .



etc. ...

"you only have two lines to shoot, call your kids and tell them all the good you think of them!
Dolto "

When the person who inspired this note, I dedicate these few tests:
Ladle rotten wheelbarrow swill wagon loss tureen DIARRHEA, cargo shit, Glob of Spit bucket, trailer to snag. Thank

for your attention.











Sunday, November 15, 2009

Stage 5 Kidney Disease Refuses Dialysis

Bourg William. Herrschaft

Yesterday evening, Williamsburg. Anthropology and the study of racial "burger" (resident of Williamsburg). For
stunned that would once again not followed, Williamsburg, sub-district of Brooklyn is the mecca of hipsters, the duo's mustache Jerusalem / skinny jeans, the Nuremberg trial was included each day of good taste .
I warn you, I hear a lot of clothes. It may seem like fuck you idiot but is not very serious.
The Danube Shaver and I are out, and swallowed our disgust, decided to go into battle, cutting a few barbs and some fringes enfoutrer loudly peroxidized asymmetrically. Slap some trains.
Our rely raised in the limo driven by a soft black, we're crossing once more the sad fact that drivers never have gps here, or even cards. To know when the city did not even mention. What is your job, asshole? Eat hay? Blow the trumpet in your ass of doom? Result, he palms, and we find ourselves having to ask for
ourselves our way to baffle (legitimately) jealous of our bet. The jargon is dazzling fly, they talk like other flush their mouths full of fajitas. The pilot when to him, has a thread of drool flowing placidly, waiting to be told what to do. It's midnight, we find ourselves. It's easy: you imagine a neighborhood or Arabic Vanves corner would sell beer and all editions of Vogue Steps + graphics + Number (in French). Overnight. Williburg, that's it.
We split the crowd, pretending to push violently resellers sandwiches "organic" attorney-grass who attack us from all sides. Here, flanked by a miserable rag of a beggar in McQueen's eyes into space, to afford a vintage tshirt in the window of this Fripp, open only at night. On closer inspection, the pattern etched therein includes a half dozen jungle animals, giraffe, hippo, lions etc, do all in shades ... About us, your contribution will amount to a kick in the mustache dry, sprinkled with a shower of charged Glob of Spit.
We find the street the evening is supposed to unfold. The place, as of course, bears no name or sign. Neither number. We offer spot and try to open all doors, by force if necessary, located between 212 and 248. One of them gives in and leaves the field open to a bouncer rider. We request the name of the evening, that of course we do not know. The Razor jabbers something. That's not it, but the white monkey lets us. First floor. And we find ourselves at the heart of the typical local ritual, which is absolutely not what we wanted, since we actually come from someone, and not in a club. Someone who has three priests officiated at their spirited dirty Red Mass held by ministers at the bottom of the loft (obviously, you thought what?). They flutter behind the turntables. One door plus a dirty beard and a feathered hat, a t-shirt logo that appears to be throwing up a group of grind. But a desert island with a little naive here. And yet beneath a tie-die pattern rainbow as making unfortunately Creeks in the early 90s. His second features him in an advantageous when thick, black mustache and a hat also. The third would be like if Ian Curtis wore a red tshirt Astroboy and a slim purple. With a tattoo of Lady Diana on the shoulder. The ground is white, brick walls, bar free. Music? We spent a good half hour to find the name of the style that would be a mixture of Creole company Swedish electro and minimalist. The fauna is a reflection of the officiating (which seem "Kiffer"), the guys dressed in garbage cans, girls in bins créateurs.Les cops go by, everybody is buffered, and as most djs the police apparently not fail to understand the reason for their visit, they leave the sad. They took a rake. So we climbed on the roof to see where we would find other parties in the block, we apperceveons two. We go out screaming with fear because it's still not all that reassuring, in our way quietly to the corner. Bar with a big dance floor, as girls Juppe, 80's synthpop. We feel safe. Too well, we decide to go see the third evening we had spotted the roof maliciously. I was doing there, from a relevant reflection in my tumultuous comrade "Regad ', there's a red bulb in front of the iron curtain and a girl smokes in front, probably a brothel with whores so. Well done, especially for girls. A tail as long as your arm consists of men. And sparingly sprinkle one or two damsels lost.
"- Maisssss not, the bouncer is a big metalhead, this is surely an evening Steel.
- ah the famous metal night called Sugar Tities Night! It was finally Found! "
Indeed, the bouncer, black hair at the waist, black goat, Misfits tshirt after we have asked whether the Queen was still open, says failing to suppress them once because he had a Metallica t-shirt . But as he packed a guy who went to the physio, to prove that he was, in fact it was good, he could return.
We therefore fell on the evening of the most straight corner, that most fail 'is not fit. And we're on our 4th pint of gin and tonic each, provided that we controllons the situation perfectly.
Watch the video for Relax, Franky Goes To Hollywood, may help some to see what follows, version is more true "swamp" and less "warrior". Here, a gogo dancer on the bar with his wings of an angel pink, then an officer inversions me on various occasions expressed his taste for women of my hair. Queues Indian mimic the whole despicable act of bugger one another at the feet of broken windows. A pretty thug, putting on a "gangsta" was at when he saw fit to tattoo needle a baroque angel on his shoulder. The result is repulsive and obviously we spent a very pleasant evening. Ephebes caress my chest now naked under my perfecto, which would not have failed to give me a style "pretty biker" if I did not display a expression trooper winey and degenerate. Defending cloakroom, but vile to the mule silhouette ungainly and will utter the rippling Danube Shaver, abnormally red, him, I could limit myself to. " This is the signal it's time to go.
Before adopting the two cars that bring us back, that Fort Greene, Harlem, we opt to sacrifice to the tradition of the nocturnal food. Usually pizza, yet we decide to bring an unusual variation in the rite and we rabbatons deli on the corner. A deli is a bit like an Arab who would make more sandwiches. This one offers a range of extra accessories Azzedine Alaia price dishonest and a selection of Danish cheese to the urine. We decide for the traditional Bagel with tasteless stuff by the ton in , half enough for me caller 18h overnight, but I eat the other half for the sport. It's bad but not very serious. I hailed a limousine driven by a Sikh unpleasant, kisses on both cheeks Shaver and Mrs. St. sirens blaring me where lies the petal of my thoughts, caress my dreams.



Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Where Should My Cervix Be During My Period

Philippine Women seeking foreign husbands



They are in love but have never seen the man. They speak with him for 3 years and are ready to marry him, but have never touched. Internet, now broken borders. And opens the way from America to the thousands of Filipinos who have a dream: that of emigration.

Today, 100,000 Filipinos - especially the Philippines - are registered on dating sites. A huge number making it one of the first nations listed on these international sites. The hope of the Philippines is to meet a man caring, sweet and charming, and above all thanks to him for having a comfortable life.

note, the Philippines does not make them venal, and do not see a stranger than a banknote. But the vast majority of them come from the province where they live with a rather poor standard of living. But they dream of something else, it has the American Dream. These cities of Davao, Dumaguete, Zamboanga or, millions go each year to work in Saudi Arabia, Canada or the United States.

But another possible route for women, today thanks to the Internet: that of finding the better life by meeting a stranger. Love mingles easily with this dream for girls especially romantic, and the barrier of the Internet does not interfere too much in general. They remain faithful to this stranger with whom they talk for hours a day for months and years, waiting to live a new dream life over there in America.


Hear the testimony of one of these girls, but also the risks taken by those seeking the Philippines in this new life in This report broadcast on RFI . , and most importantly, longer and therefore more interesting this article in La Croix
( Photo: Top: meeting the "board" organized by the Philippine authorities for Filipino women who are about from abroad with their new husband.
Ci-cons: Brenda, from a small island province, is about to join her husband of 51 years in the U.S.)


But to extend the subject, I also open discussion with other actors in these relationships: men . I met Filipino girls here, I am interested to have the testimony of those who have had the chance to meet these girls, and could lead to the end or not, these relationships.

Feel free to leave your comments on this blog, or if you want to be more discreet, email me on my e-mail: sebfarcis@yahoo.fr