<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:50:45.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAMBLINGS</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts that run through my mind ......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-1041943736378973125</id><published>2007-04-03T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:29:55.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XXVI  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watch the news, as the newscasters report on how low are the approval points of President Bush it simply makes we wonder, how is he able to rule.  If you believe the news on MSNBC and FOX, you must consider this point, discussion upon discussion has been held and polling data says that most of Americans don't support anything the current American president is doing, but what makes me wonder is that, how is the president able to continue to manipulate Congress on doing what he wants. I thought Congress are made up of representatives elected by the people from each state. So, how is the president able to get the votes he needs when the majority of the people don't support him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would someone please comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-1041943736378973125?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/1041943736378973125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=1041943736378973125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/1041943736378973125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/1041943736378973125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2007/04/xxvi-when-i-watch-news-as-newscasters.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-2679818610650354308</id><published>2007-03-16T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:28:01.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XXV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, its been nearly 2 months since I last wrote in. Well, things that I have been doing during my hiatus. Lets see, hhmm, nothing much really. The world has been revolving and people are still trying to kill each other and everything good and well decent is being placed in hand carts, flower baskets and anything that is cute and beautiful and being prepared to be launched right up to hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyhow, what have I been doing that is what matters to me really. I have been spending time kayaking. Not swerving across rapids or stuff like that. Just doing it in ponds deep enough to make kayaking fun and a just a little bit exciting for an unexperienced person like me. But I would like to go river rafting, you know. Be one of those people who have great stories, funny anecdotes to tell their friends about their adventures against the great wonders  and mysticism of mother nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, that was short wasn't it. Maybe I should have waited another 2 months before I entered something worth while, huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, no one's reading anyway. So, adieu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-2679818610650354308?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/2679818610650354308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=2679818610650354308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/2679818610650354308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/2679818610650354308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2007/03/xxv-wow-its-been-nearly-2-months-since.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-6722246915845239409</id><published>2007-01-24T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:47:47.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XXIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I know. It has been awhile that since I wrote anything, but what can I say, things just crops up. A lot of things happened since my last post. I found a couple of very interesting photographs, some I founds on the net and some I took myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-VdAwjl3p7g/Rbg0EjnnZXI/AAAAAAAAABU/mhho9uqqAnU/s1600-h/frozenflow+Flame+mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-VdAwjl3p7g/Rbg0EjnnZXI/AAAAAAAAABU/mhho9uqqAnU/s320/frozenflow+Flame+mountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023822637217310066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a photo of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; waterfall i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n one of the numerous mountains in China called Flame Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-VdAwjl3p7g/Rbg1VjnnZZI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q2zO3TLiFbw/s1600-h/ice+storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-VdAwjl3p7g/Rbg1VjnnZZI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q2zO3TLiFbw/s320/ice+storm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023824028786714002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-VdAwjl3p7g/Rbg0vTnnZYI/AAAAAAAAABc/TjS_eGK4llY/s1600-h/ice+storm+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-VdAwjl3p7g/Rbg0vTnnZYI/AAAAAAAAABc/TjS_eGK4llY/s320/ice+storm+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023823371656717698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Photos  of a tree in Michigan after an ice storm a couple of weeks ago. It was a beautiful sight. Simply marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I can't upload any more photos at this moment, I'll just save them up for later. Well, so far as I can't say this has been a strange January for me, either weather wise nor in daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-6722246915845239409?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/6722246915845239409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=6722246915845239409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/6722246915845239409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/6722246915845239409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2007/01/xxiv-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-VdAwjl3p7g/Rbg0EjnnZXI/AAAAAAAAABU/mhho9uqqAnU/s72-c/frozenflow+Flame+mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-3202583047046951649</id><published>2007-01-07T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:34:37.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XXIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that its been a while. Well, for anyone that reads my entries (which I doubt). Anyhow, its been a while, feels a little awkward to be blogging again after such a long time. Well, now what should I write about hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ....... good question. Ladi da, ladi da ...&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to write about. Writers block I guess. Its kinda funny actually. I have been in this kind of situation when I have a purpose to write before, I need an issue, a purpose, a direction, the path can be stumbled on later but first a push or in my case, a kick should be sufficient I guess. Well, sadly I don't have that kick. No more writing classes, no more kick. Isn't it sad. I always have something to say, well, that comes out nicely in writing when I have to. Alas, there is no need for me to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? If you want to here anything from my end please tell me. Wow, I'm pleading to an known crowd that I don't even know that even actually reads my ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-3202583047046951649?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/3202583047046951649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=3202583047046951649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/3202583047046951649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/3202583047046951649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2007/01/xiii-i-know-that-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-5176659377756321825</id><published>2006-12-21T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:36:38.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XXII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing in the net when I stumbled onto a picture. It was a picture of the Niagara Falls taken in the winter of 1911. So, out of curiosity I searched for a picture of Niagara Falls of today, the results were very surprising. Well, could you tell what makes this photos interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-VdAwjl3p7g/RYttPrgX_mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cq5Yb-HZz8A/s1600-h/niagarafallsfrozen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-VdAwjl3p7g/RYttPrgX_mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cq5Yb-HZz8A/s320/niagarafallsfrozen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011219126523788898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is is what Niagara Falls looked like in winter 1911. By the way those are people on the ice. And, if I am not mistaken even the water flow was stopped as it friezed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-VdAwjl3p7g/RYtt_bgX_oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5Vtnqlo9p38/s1600-h/niagara8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-VdAwjl3p7g/RYtt_bgX_oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5Vtnqlo9p38/s320/niagara8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011219946862542466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of Niagara Falls in winter 2005 if I am not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-5176659377756321825?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/5176659377756321825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=5176659377756321825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/5176659377756321825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/5176659377756321825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/12/xxii-i-was-surfing-in-net-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-VdAwjl3p7g/RYttPrgX_mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cq5Yb-HZz8A/s72-c/niagarafallsfrozen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-619121606731278481</id><published>2006-12-17T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:04:15.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XXI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of do you remember who Bob Saget is? If you don't let me remind you, he is the guy who played the dad in the Olsen twins show, "The Full House". Well, this is a clip of him on stage. But, warning it is quite vulgar. Watch at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lsgFNDI1Nx8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lsgFNDI1Nx8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-619121606731278481?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/619121606731278481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=619121606731278481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/619121606731278481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/619121606731278481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/12/xxi-first-of-do-you-remember-who-bob.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-6642784445365653093</id><published>2006-12-17T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:54:49.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored and basically didn't know what to do ... so, here I am. Anyhow, I was browsing through the net when I came across a couple of interesting items. Well, the first are original photos of &lt;a href="http://www.sflistteamhouse.com/Misc/Pearl%20Harbor/original.htm"&gt;Pearl Harbor&lt;/a&gt; after the bombing in 1941. Here is one of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-VdAwjl3p7g/RYY3rbgX_kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PTHLt6tYvmU/s1600-h/origin15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-VdAwjl3p7g/RYY3rbgX_kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PTHLt6tYvmU/s320/origin15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009752854753705538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The next item is a list properly entitled, "All Men's Rules". In my opinion its quite proper for the world them we currently reside in, where everyone has to be PC (politically correct) when deals with the fairer sex. These are a few of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 1. Breasts are for looking at and that is why we do it. Don’t try to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you think you’re fat, you probably are. Don’t ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.&lt;br /&gt;  - Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color.&lt;br /&gt;  - Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, those are a few. The rest can be found &lt;a href="http://www.samtsai.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  A &lt;a href="http://72.14.209.104/search?q=cache:http://www.samtsai.com/p457&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;amp;lr=&amp;c2coff=1&amp;amp;sa=G&amp;strip=1"&gt;mirror site&lt;/a&gt; has been created which can be used if  the main site is down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one is a news article from the Daily Mail.  It is  entitled , "&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/femail/article.html?in_article_id=398998&amp;in_page_id=1879&amp;amp;amp;in_page_id=1879&amp;amp;expand=true"&gt;How feminism destroyed real men&lt;/a&gt;". Although, the first part of the article is well written, the author messes it up at the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-6642784445365653093?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/6642784445365653093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=6642784445365653093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/6642784445365653093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/6642784445365653093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/12/xx-i-was-bored-and-basically-didnt-know.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-VdAwjl3p7g/RYY3rbgX_kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PTHLt6tYvmU/s72-c/origin15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-3024378476626504717</id><published>2006-12-07T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:24:18.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XIX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I want to share three things with anyone who reads my blog. The first two is about how messed up is the American education. This is an exert from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ucl.ac.uk/"&gt;University College London&lt;/a&gt;’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;admission pages which I got from a blog, '&lt;a href="http://www.hells-handmaiden.com/"&gt;hell's maiden&lt;/a&gt;', and this is the exert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For entry into UCL’s undergraduate degree programmes, students who hold A-Levels or the International Baccalaureate with good grades will be considered. &lt;strong&gt;The US High School Graduation Diploma on its own does not satisfy UCL’s general entrance requirement for undergraduate degree programmes.&lt;/strong&gt; To be eligible for consideration &lt;strong&gt;students must have&lt;/strong&gt; usually obtained passes in four, full year &lt;strong&gt;Advanced Placement (AP) examinations at grades 4/5.&lt;/strong&gt; Alternatively the High School Graduation diploma plus a &lt;strong&gt;minimum of 1300/1600 or 1950/2400 in SAT&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;strong&gt;plus the successful completion of one year at a recognised US university&lt;/strong&gt; would be considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second item is a &lt;a href="http://myspace-527.vo.llnwd.net/01321/72/51/1321511527_l.gif"&gt;letter&lt;/a&gt; from a teacher to a student's mother. Well, you have to read to understand and sympathize with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, is a list of movies that a &lt;a href="http://skeletonproject.com/"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt; believes that the US government would prefer that you not watch. It is a very interesting list. Well, a few of the movies on the list are "V for Vendetta" , "1984", and  Al Gore's film, " An Inconvenient Truth". &lt;a href="http://skeletonproject.com/2006/11/28/10-movies-the-us-government-would-prefer-people-not-watch/"&gt;Well, check it out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think about any of the items that you have just viewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hells-handmaiden.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-3024378476626504717?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/3024378476626504717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=3024378476626504717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/3024378476626504717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/3024378476626504717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/12/xix-today-i-want-to-share-three-things.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-1113094694195068924</id><published>2006-12-02T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:49:38.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XVIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered how a pop star is created today? Just watch this snippet  from a documentary  called  'Before The Music Dies'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/irk3_p15RJY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/irk3_p15RJY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-1113094694195068924?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/1113094694195068924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=1113094694195068924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/1113094694195068924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/1113094694195068924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/12/xviii-have-you-ever-wondered-how-pop.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-3837769074718725788</id><published>2006-11-29T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:07:13.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XVII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep, so here I am in front of my computer screen and nothing to write about. Its a strange feeling, to have something to say, but can't seem to write or type it.  Has anyone of you ever had the same kind of feeling? Well anyhow, I was browsing the net a couple of hours ago and I bumped into this site that lists, "Why Americans should never be allowed to travel" true accounts of travel agents. These are a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; A client called in inquiring            about a package to Hawaii.  After going over all the cost info,            she asked, "Would it be cheaper to fly to California and then take the            train to Hawaii?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; A man called, furious            about a Florida package we did. I asked what was wrong with the vacation            in Orlando. He said he was expecting an ocean-view room. I tried to            explain that is not possible, since Orlando is in the middle of the            state. He replied, "Don't lie to me. I looked on the map and Florida            is a very thin state."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; A businessman called and            had a question about the documents he needed in order to fly to China.            After a lengthy discussion about passports, I reminded him he needed            a visa. "Oh no I don't, I've been to China many times and never had            to have one of those." I double checked and sure enough, his stay required            a visa. When I told him this he said, "Look, I've been to China four            times and every time they have accepted my American Express."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Well, if you want to read more &lt;a href="http://www.strangeplaces.net/weirdthings/travel.html"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-3837769074718725788?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/3837769074718725788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=3837769074718725788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/3837769074718725788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/3837769074718725788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/11/xvii-i-couldnt-sleep-so-here-i-am-in.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-3489846924114584581</id><published>2006-11-24T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T18:46:11.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XVI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this video at digg.com.  It linked me to Google Video. The video was about things that they do not show on American news. Watch for yourselves and judge. It was very disturbing, we really need the CNN from the Vietnam War era. They were the best as far as I can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3519855663545752103&amp;amp;q=The+Real+Iraq%3A"&gt;This is the news that they do not show.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-3489846924114584581?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/3489846924114584581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=3489846924114584581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/3489846924114584581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/3489846924114584581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/11/xvi-i-found-this-video-at-digg.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-4930592484864794820</id><published>2006-11-22T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T10:41:23.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;XV&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I was browsing the net the other day, and I found this site called English &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. There was one post that really took me by surprise. Has anyone seen what a frozen ocean looked like? Well, this is what it looks like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4941/4145/1600/frozen_sea_0.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4941/4145/320/frozen_sea_0.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;In addition, there is one. Did you know that the Black Sea is in the south of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and it is the warmest of all that is &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Well, this is what it a ship looks like in winter in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Black Sea&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4941/4145/1600/novoros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4941/4145/320/novoros.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-4930592484864794820?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/4930592484864794820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=4930592484864794820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/4930592484864794820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/4930592484864794820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/11/xv-i-was-browsing-net-other-day-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-6651800406662759941</id><published>2006-11-21T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:18:20.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;XIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this video on YouTube entitled "Yellow Fever" and it was hilarious. Watch it and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOyRWuklsiQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOyRWuklsiQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-6651800406662759941?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/6651800406662759941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=6651800406662759941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/6651800406662759941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/6651800406662759941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/11/xiv-i-saw-this-video-on-youtube.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-116388154631087166</id><published>2006-11-18T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T12:26:17.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things that are happening in China because of its inclusion into WTO. This is the reason behind China's quick rise as in economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="playerVars=videoTitle=Underground Video Of Tyranny In China|showStats=yes|autoPlay=no|blogName=ramblings|blogURL=http://azmo85.blogspot.com/" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/299695/underground_video_of_tyranny_in_china.swf" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/299695/underground_video_of_tyranny_in_china/"&gt;Underground Video Of Tyranny In China - video powered by Metacafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-116388154631087166?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/116388154631087166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=116388154631087166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/116388154631087166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/116388154631087166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-that-are-happening-in-china.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-116285148325296228</id><published>2006-11-06T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:18:22.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;XIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was watching an episode of ‘West Wing’, an I got this weird sense that I wish politicians were more like the fictional president character played by Martin Sheen, President Josiah Bartlet. This is the type of leader that I could root for, someone that I would be proud of saying, “That is my president”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Alas, he is only a fictitious character from a successful television series that ran from 1999 to 2006. But, wouldn’t it be a wonderful concept if there really was a person with his charisma, chivalry, intelligence, and truthfulness. A man that is not bounded by the corporations that donates to his campaign. A man that rules based on facts rather than greed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sadly, this is reality. There is no such person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-116285148325296228?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/116285148325296228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=116285148325296228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/116285148325296228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/116285148325296228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/11/xiii-i-was-watching-episode-of-west.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-116210097387638109</id><published>2006-10-28T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T22:49:39.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;XII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I was reading a blog entitled “To The Left, To The Left” by this person &lt;a href="http://confusedknurl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://confusedknurl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I used to enjoy writing just the blogger. However, lately I just can’t seem to be in the same mood. I guess it’s just not the same as writing for recreation as it is for an assignment. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Maybe it’s just because I have nothing to write about. When there was a purpose to write, there seem to be a muse beside me whispering ideas into my mind providing me with a vivid image of what I should write. About how should I whisk my reader into an adventure they were unprepared for. Kidnapping them into my fantasy, seating them on a rollercoaster that will take them through a ride filled with mystery, comedy, suspense, and action. At the end, some will be satisfied some will not. Most will have critics on how I should elaborate more; give more feeling into the story to further the experience of reading. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I seem unable to that lately, simply whisk people away through words. Sometimes I think that there is no motivation for me to write, sometimes I think that I just don’t have any inspiration left, my muse is just gone. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;When I do try to write, I get frustrated, as there is simply no original idea that I can convey in words. I sometime s have pictures that run through my mind over something that I have just read, or seen, or even heard and my imagination seems to run a little wild (not as wild as it used to, I miss that) but alas, I can’t seem to put that in words that have the most affect. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Something is dulling my mind, maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s just that I have seen to much in this new environment that I can’t imagine anything different. Perhaps that I seem to have no ulterior motive for writing (no grades, no readers) is making my dull. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;What do you think? Am I losing the ability to unlock the door of my imagination? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-116210097387638109?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/116210097387638109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=116210097387638109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/116210097387638109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/116210097387638109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/10/xii-i-was-reading-blog-entitled-to.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-116180058676353975</id><published>2006-10-25T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T22:13:35.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope will enjoy this ad as much as i did ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed flashVars="playerVars=videoTitle=Mama Said I Could...|showStats=yes|autoPlay=no|blogName=ramblings|blogURL=http://azmo85.blogspot.com/&amp;displayMode=normal" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/268836/mama_said_i_could.swf" width="400" height="300" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/268836/mama_said_i_could/"&gt;Mama Said I Could... - video powered by Metacafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-116180058676353975?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/116180058676353975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=116180058676353975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/116180058676353975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/116180058676353975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hope-will-enjoy-this-ad-as-much-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-116071393402594170</id><published>2006-10-12T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T06:43:00.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;XI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a speach made by King Abdullah of Jordan (1882 - 1951) ( to know about the man go to: http://www.kinghussein.gov.jo/kingabdullah.html ) about the problem the Arabs have with the Jews in 1947. And this is a summary of it. It is indeed quite interesting, but so true as I see it, in many ways. But will the general people who have been bombarded with BS perceive it as true, I think not. Anyhow, this is his speach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(8, 64, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"As the Arabs see the Jews"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Majesty King Abdullah,&lt;br /&gt;The American Magazine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November, 1947&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(8, 64, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This fascinating essay, written by King Hussein’s     grandfather King Abdullah, appeared in the United States six months before the 1948     Arab-Israeli War. In the article, King Abdullah disputes the mistaken view that Arab     opposition to Zionism (and later the state of Israel) is because of longstanding religious     or ethnic hatred. He notes that Jews and Muslims enjoyed a long history of peaceful     coexistence in the Middle East, and that Jews have historically suffered far more at the     hands of Christian Europe. Pointing to the tragedy of the holocaust that Jews suffered     during World War II, the monarch asks why America and Europe are refusing to accept more     than a token handful of Jewish immigrants and refugees. It is unfair, he argues, to make     Palestine, which is innocent of anti-Semitism, pay for the crimes of Europe. King Abdullah     also asks how Jews can claim a historic right to Palestine, when Arabs have been the     overwhelming majority there for nearly 1300 uninterrupted years? The essay ends on an     ominous note, warning of dire consequences if a peaceful solution cannot be found to     protect the rights of the indigenous Arabs of Palestine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(8, 64, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"As the Arabs see the Jews"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  His Majesty King Abdullah,&lt;br /&gt;  The American Magazine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  November, 1947&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am especially delighted to address an American audience,     for the tragic problem of Palestine will never be solved without American understanding,     American sympathy, American support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So many billions of words have been written about     Palestine—perhaps more than on any other subject in history—that I hesitate to     add to them. Yet I am compelled to do so, for I am reluctantly convinced that the world in     general, and America in particular, knows almost nothing of the true case for the Arabs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We Arabs follow, perhaps far more than you think, the press     of America. We are frankly disturbed to find that for every word printed on the Arab side,     a thousand are printed on the Zionist side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are many reasons for this. You have many millions of     Jewish citizens interested in this question. They are highly vocal and wise in the ways of     publicity. There are few Arab citizens in America, and we are as yet unskilled in the     technique of modern propaganda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The results have been alarming for us. In your press we see     a horrible caricature and are told it is our true portrait. In all justice, we cannot let     this pass by default.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Our case is quite simple: For nearly 2,000 years Palestine     has been almost 100 per cent Arab. It is still preponderantly Arab today, in spite of     enormous Jewish immigration. But if this immigration continues we shall soon be     outnumbered—a minority in our home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Palestine is a small and very poor country, about the size     of your state of Vermont. Its Arab population is only about 1,200,000. Already we have had     forced on us, against our will, some 600,000 Zionist Jews. We are threatened with many     hundreds of thousands more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Our position is so simple and natural that we are amazed it     should even be questioned. It is exactly the same position you in America take in regard     to the unhappy European Jews. You are sorry for them, but you do not want them in your     country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We do not want them in ours, either. Not because they are     Jews, but because they are foreigners. We would not want hundreds of thousands of     foreigners in our country, be they Englishmen or Norwegians or Brazilians or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Think for a moment: In the last 25 years we have had one     third of our entire population forced upon us. In America that would be the equivalent of     45,000,000 complete strangers admitted to your country, over your violent protest, since     1921. How would you have reacted to that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Because of our perfectly natural dislike of being     overwhelmed in our own homeland, we are called blind nationalists and heartless     anti-Semites. This charge would be ludicrous were it not so dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No people on earth have been less "anti-Semitic"     than the Arabs. The persecution of the Jews has been confined almost entirely to the     Christian nations of the West. Jews, themselves, will admit that never since the Great     Dispersion did Jews develop so freely and reach such importance as in Spain when it was an     Arab possession. With very minor exceptions, Jews have lived for many centuries in the     Middle East, in complete peace and friendliness with their Arab neighbours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Damascus, Baghdad, Beirut and other Arab centres have     always contained large and prosperous Jewish colonies. Until the Zionist invasion of     Palestine began, these Jews received the most generous treatment—far, far better than     in Christian Europe. Now, unhappily, for the first time in history, these Jews are     beginning to feel the effects of Arab resistance to the Zionist assault. Most of them are     as anxious as Arabs to stop it. Most of these Jews who have found happy homes among us     resent, as we do, the coming of these strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was puzzled for a long time about the odd belief which     apparently persists in America that Palestine has somehow "always been a Jewish     land." Recently an American I talked to cleared up this mystery. He pointed out that     the only things most Americans know about Palestine are what they read in the Bible. It     was a Jewish land in those days, they reason, and they assume it has always remained so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nothing could be farther from the truth. It is absurd to     reach so far back into the mists of history to argue about who should have Palestine     today, and I apologise for it. Yet the Jews do this, and I must reply to their     "historic claim." I wonder if the world has ever seen a stranger sight than a     group of people seriously pretending to claim a land because their ancestors lived there     some 2,000 years ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you suggest that I am biased, I invite you to read any     sound history of the period and verify the facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Such fragmentary records as we have indicate that the Jews     were wandering nomads from Iraq who moved to southern Turkey, came south to Palestine,     stayed there a short time, and then passed to Egypt, where they remained about 400 years.     About 1300 BC (according to your calendar) they left Egypt and gradually conquered     most—but not all—of the inhabitants of Palestine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is significant that the Philistines—not the     Jews—gave their name to the country: "Palestine" is merely the Greek form     of "Philistia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Only once, during the empire of David and Solomon, did the     Jews ever control nearly—but not all—the land which is today Palestine. This     empire lasted only 70 years, ending in 926 BC. Only 250 years later the Kingdom of Judah     had shrunk to a small province around Jerusalem, barely a quarter of modern Palestine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In 63 BC the Jews were conquered by Roman Pompey, and never     again had even the vestige of independence. The Roman Emperor Hadrian finally wiped them     out about 135 AD. He utterly destroyed Jerusalem, rebuilt under another name, and for     hundreds of years no Jew was permitted to enter it. A handful of Jews remained in     Palestine but the vast majority were killed or scattered to other countries, in the     Diaspora, or the Great Dispersion. From that time Palestine ceased to be a Jewish country,     in any conceivable sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This was 1,815 years ago, and yet the Jews solemnly pretend     they still own Palestine! If such fantasy were allowed, how the map of the world would     dance about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Italians might claim England, which the Romans held so     long. England might claim France, "homeland" of the conquering Normans. And the     French Normans might claim Norway, where their ancestors originated. And incidentally, we     Arabs might claim Spain, which we held for 700 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Many Mexicans might claim Spain, "homeland" of     their forefathers. They might even claim Texas, which was Mexican until 100 years ago. And     suppose the American Indians claimed the "homeland" of which they were the sole,     native, and ancient occupants until only some 450 years ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am not being facetious. All these claims are just as     valid—or just as fantastic—as the Jewish "historic connection" with     Palestine. Most are more valid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In any event, the great Moslem expansion about 650 AD     finally settled things. It dominated Palestine completely. From that day on, Palestine was     solidly Arabic in population, language, and religion. When British armies entered the     country during the last war, they found 500,000 Arabs and only 65,000 Jews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If solid, uninterrupted Arab occupation for nearly 1,300     years does not make a country "Arab", what does?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Jews say, and rightly, that Palestine is the home of     their religion. It is likewise the birthplace of Christianity, but would any Christian     nation claim it on that account? In passing, let me say that the Christian Arabs—and     there are many hundreds of thousands of them in the Arab World—are in absolute     agreement with all other Arabs in opposing the Zionist invasion of Palestine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;May I also point out that Jerusalem is, after Mecca and     Medina, the holiest place in Islam. In fact, in the early days of our religion, Moslems     prayed toward Jerusalem instead of Mecca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Jewish "religious claim" to Palestine is as     absurd as the "historic claim." The Holy Places, sacred to three great     religions, must be open to all, the monopoly of none. Let us not confuse religion and     politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We are told that we are inhumane and heartless because do     not accept with open arms the perhaps 200,000 Jews in Europe who suffered so frightfully     under Nazi cruelty, and who even now—almost three years after war’s     end—still languish in cold, depressing camps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Let me underline several facts. The unimaginable     persecution of the Jews was not done by the Arabs: it was done by a Christian nation in     the West. The war which ruined Europe and made it almost impossible for these Jews to     rehabilitate themselves was fought by the Christian nations of the West. The rich and     empty portions of the earth belong, not to the Arabs, but to the Christian nations of the     West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And yet, to ease their consciences, these Christian nations     of the West are asking Palestine—a poor and tiny Moslem country of the East—to     accept the entire burden. "We have hurt these people terribly," cries the West     to the East. "Won’t you please take care of them for us?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We find neither logic nor justice in this. Are we therefore     "cruel and heartless nationalists"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We are a generous people: we are proud that "Arab     hospitality" is a phrase famous throughout the world. We are a humane people: no one     was shocked more than we by the Hitlerite terror. No one pities the present plight of the     desperate European Jews more than we. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But we say that Palestine has already sheltered 600,000     refugees. We believe that is enough to expect of us—even too much. We believe it is     now the turn of the rest of the world to accept some of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I will be entirely frank with you. There is one thing the     Arab world simply cannot understand. Of all the nations of the earth, America is most     insistent that something be done for these suffering Jews of Europe. This feeling does     credit to the humanity for which America is famous, and to that glorious inscription on     your Statue of Liberty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And yet this same America—the richest, greatest, most     powerful nation the world has ever known—refuses to accept more than a token handful     of these same Jews herself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hope you will not think I am being bitter about this. I     have tried hard to understand that mysterious paradox, and I confess I cannot. Nor can any     other Arab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Perhaps you have been informed that "the Jews in     Europe want to go to no other place except Palestine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This myth is one of the greatest propaganda triumphs of the     Jewish Agency for Palestine, the organisation which promotes with fanatic zeal the     emigration to Palestine. It is a subtle half-truth, thus doubly dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The astounding truth is that nobody on earth &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;     knows where these unfortunate Jews &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; want to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You would think that in so grave a problem, the American,     British, and other authorities responsible for the European Jews would have made a very     careful survey, probably by vote, to find out where each Jew actually wants to go.     Amazingly enough this has never been done! The Jewish Agency has prevented it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Some time ago the American Military Governor in Germany was     asked at a press conference how he was so certain that all Jews there wanted to go to     Palestine. His answer was simple: "My Jewish advisors tell me so." He admitted     no poll had ever been made. Preparations were indeed begun for one, but the Jewish Agency     stepped in to stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The truth is that the Jews in German camps are now     subjected to a Zionist pressure campaign which learned much from the Nazi terror. It is     dangerous for a Jew to say that he would rather go to some other country, not Palestine.     Such dissenters have been severely beaten, and worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Not long ago, in Palestine, nearly 1,000 Austrian Jews     informed the international refugee organisation that they would like to go back to     Austria, and plans were made to repatriate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Jewish Agency heard of this, and exerted enough     political pressure to stop it. It would be bad propaganda for Zionism if Jews began     leaving Palestine. The nearly 1,000 Austrian are still there, against their will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The fact is that most of the European Jews are Western in     culture and outlook, entirely urban in experience and habits. They cannot really have     their hearts set on becoming pioneers in the barren, arid, cramped land which is     Palestine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One thing, however, is undoubtedly true. As matters stand     now, most refugee Jews in Europe would, indeed, vote for Palestine, simply because they     know no other country will have them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you or I were given a choice between a near-prison camp     for the rest of our lives—or Palestine—we would both choose Palestine, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But open up any other alternative to them—give them     any other choice, and see what happens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No poll, however, will be worth anything unless the nations     of the earth are willing to open their doors—just a little—to the Jews. In other     words, if in such a poll a Jew says he wants to go to Sweden, Sweden must be willing to     accept him. If he votes for America, you must let him come in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Any other kind of poll would be a farce. For the desperate     Jew, this is no idle testing of opinion: this is a grave matter of life or death. Unless     he is absolutely sure that his vote means something, he will always vote for Palestine, so     as not to risk his bird in the hand for one in the bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In any event, Palestine can accept no more. The 65,000 Jews     in Palestine in 1918 have jumped to 600,000 today. We Arabs have increased, too, but not     by immigration. The Jews were then a mere 11 per cent of our population. Today they are     one third of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The rate of increase has been terrifying. In a few more     years—unless stopped now—it will overwhelm us, and we shall be an important     minority in our own home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Surely the rest of the wide world is rich enough and     generous enough to find a place for 200,000 Jews—about one third the number that     tiny, poor Palestine has already sheltered. For the rest of the world, it is hardly a drop     in the bucket. For us it means national suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We are sometimes told that since the Jews came to     Palestine, the Arab standard of living has improved. This is a most complicated question.     But let us even assume, for the argument, that it is true. We would rather be a bit     poorer, and masters of our own home. Is this unnatural?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The sorry story of the so-called "Balfour     Declaration," which started Zionist immigration into Palestine, is too complicated to     repeat here in detail. It is grounded in broken promises to the Arabs—promises made     in cold print which admit no denying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We utterly deny its validity. We utterly deny the right of     Great Britain to give away Arab land for a "national home" for an entirely     foreign people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Even the League of Nations sanction does not alter this. At     the time, not a single Arab state was a member of the League. We were not allowed to say a     word in our own defense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I must point out, again in friendly frankness, that America     was nearly as responsible as Britain for this Balfour Declaration. President Wilson     approved it before it was issued, and the American Congress adopted it word for word in a     joint resolution on 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; June, 1922.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In the 1920s, Arabs were annoyed and insulted by Zionist     immigration, but not alarmed by it. It was steady, but fairly small, as even the Zionist     founders thought it would remain. Indeed for some years, more Jews left Palestine than     entered it—in 1927 almost twice as many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But two new factors, entirely unforeseen by Britain or the     League or America or the most fervent Zionist, arose in the early thirties to raise the     immigration to undreamed heights. One was the World Depression; the second the rise of     Hitler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In 1932, the year before Hitler came to power, only 9,500     Jews came to Palestine. We did not welcome them, but we were not afraid that, at that     rate, our solid Arab majority would ever be in danger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But the next year—the year of Hitler—it jumped to     30,000! In 1934 it was 42,000! In 1935 it reached 61,000! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was no longer the orderly arrival of idealist Zionists.     Rather, all Europe was pouring its frightened Jews upon us. Then, at last, we, too, became     frightened. We knew that unless this enormous influx stopped, we were, as Arabs, doomed in     our Palestine homeland. And we have not changed our minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have the impression that many Americans believe the     trouble in Palestine is very remote from them, that America had little to do with it, and     that your only interest now is that of a humane bystander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I believe that you do not realise how directly you are, as     a nation, responsible in general for the whole Zionist move and specifically for the     present terrorism. I call this to your attention because I am certain that if you realise     your responsibility you will act fairly to admit it and assume it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Quite aside from official American support for the     "National Home" of the Balfour Declaration, the Zionist settlements in Palestine     would have been almost impossible, on anything like the current scale, without American     money. This was contributed by American Jewry in an idealistic effort to help their     fellows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The motive was worthy: the result were disastrous. The     contributions were by private individuals, but they were almost entirely Americans, and,     as a nation, only America can answer for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The present catastrophe may be laid almost entirely at your     door. Your government, almost alone in the world, is insisting on the immediate admission     of 100,000 more Jews into Palestine—to be followed by countless additional ones. This     will have the most frightful consequences in bloody chaos beyond anything ever hinted at     in Palestine before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is your press and political leadership, almost alone in     the world, who press this demand. It is almost entirely American money which hires or buys     the "refugee ships" that steam illegally toward Palestine: American money which     pays their crews. The illegal immigration from Europe is arranged by the Jewish Agency,     supported almost entirely by American funds. It is American dollars which support the     terrorists, which buy the bullets and pistols that kill British soldiers—your     allies—and Arab citizens—your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We in the Arab world were stunned to hear that you permit     open advertisements in newspapers asking for money to finance these terrorists, to arm     them openly and deliberately for murder. We could not believe this could really happen in     the modern world. Now we must believe it: we have seen the advertisements with our own     eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I point out these things because nothing less than complete     frankness will be of use. The crisis is too stark for mere polite vagueness which means     nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have the most complete confidence in the fair-mindedness     and generosity of the American public. We Arabs ask no favours. We ask only that you know     the full truth, not half of it. We ask only that when you judge the Palestine question,     you put yourselves in our place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What would your answer be if some outside agency told you     that you must accept in America many millions of utter strangers in your midst—enough     to dominate your country—merely because they insisted on going to America, and     because their forefathers had once lived there some 2,000 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Our answer is the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And what would be your action if, in spite of your refusal,     this outside agency began forcing them on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ours will be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I do believe I should link to you the original website where i found the speach: http://www.starttherevolution.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, I would like to hear what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-116071393402594170?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/116071393402594170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=116071393402594170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/116071393402594170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/116071393402594170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/10/xi-i-was-reading-speach-made-by-king.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-115989089219672563</id><published>2006-10-03T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T08:54:59.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;X&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Have you ever get the feeling that everything around you is spinning out of control. Everything is moving extremely fast for you to comprehend. And all that you want is that everything would just slow down, and you are able to think and give some space so that you are able to breathe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Talking about breathing ……. Have you ever had the feeling that you are breathing at a normal pace, but you hear the sound of breath, and you see the pace of your chest moving up and down for every breath you take just gets faster and faster. And every movement you make just intensifies, you feel like you rushing to some where, but you don’t know where. And that all you can do is shut you eyes and try to block the sound of your breath, the sound of your shirt rubbing on your skin as your hand moves around. All that you want is for everything to slow down. I get that feeling sometimes ….. it hasn’t happen to me in a while, but last night it did. I don’t know what it means. I have always wondered about it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;…………&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-115989089219672563?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/115989089219672563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=115989089219672563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115989089219672563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115989089219672563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/10/x-have-you-ever-get-feeling-that.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-115982594684146974</id><published>2006-10-02T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T14:52:35.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;IX&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;After rummaging through my head for a while, I have come up with a simple conclusion that in order to survive in this messed up, back door dealing, backstabbing entity we call the Modern World, one must be successful since the very beginning. You must succeed the first time you do anything. There is no such thing as try and try again ……. there is only get it done the first time around, don’t repeat. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;The reason is quite simple, whatever you do today will bite you in the ass tomorrow. Maybe not the very next day, but rest assured your luck will run out. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Unless of course, you have someone to clear the path and clean up after you. Lets face it, the modern world is place where you have to know someone to get ahead. The whole deal with let the record speaks for itself doesn’t cut it. Why do you think you need a guarantor when you apply for your loan?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;It’s just a way of saying that you need someone to back you up. Well, what if you don’t have anyone? Well, lets just say you’re fucked ……. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Nothing gets done, if you don’t know anyone. Lets face it how often do you ever see someone who actually deserves a promotion get one. Not quite often, well, I’m not being bold to say that everyone who is high up on food chain doesn’t deserve to be there. It’s just that most people who are up there, have one thing in common, they are suck ups, kiss ass, or the best yet, family ………. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Now back to the main issue, being the best. Have you ever wondered why there is such a saying as, its human nature to fail, and its part of the learning process. Just remember not to do it again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;My question is, do you ever get a second chance? I mean have you ever come across where you are in the same situation twice to make the same mistake. Well, unless you’re a bad gambler then yes. Other than that, nada, nein, nye, nggak, ndak, kagak, naheen ………… ( for further knowledge of the words “No” in 520 languages go here &lt;a href="http://www.elite.net/%7Erunner/jennifers/no.htm"&gt;http://www.elite.net/~runner/jennifers/no.htm&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Once you make an error in life, well that’s it. You are gone. Well, if you have someone backing you up, then no problem then. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;That’s all from ramblings for now …….. ahhhhhhhhh, who gives a shit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-115982594684146974?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/115982594684146974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=115982594684146974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115982594684146974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115982594684146974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/10/ix-after-rummaging-through-my-head-for.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-115846416319982211</id><published>2006-09-16T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:36:19.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;VIII&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Have you ever had the feeling that everything you do is wrong and the ramifications are unimaginable? I have been having these kinds of feelings for the last couple of weeks. I don’t quite know why……. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I suppose I should go and talk to someone about all of these insecurities that I have penned up inside of me, but to whom? To whom should I bare my soul to, definitely not my parents? What will they say; I know, they will that there is nothing wrong with me. All of it is just in my mind, it will go away, or are you eating right, sleeping enough, exercising enough, bla, bla, bla …….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But not how to solve them, to break down the fortress that is holding all my sorrows, and grief and all those other unpleasant feelings that I want to get rid of my mind and my life. Some one once told me that all these stupid fucked up emotions that only confuse and plans to bring me to my knees is what makes us human.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Our emotions are only ''incidents in the effort to keep day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and night together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;T.S. Eliot. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Well, the way I am right now, with current condition, I just wish I wasn’t human. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;But then I would be branded as inhuman, or to put it in a less dramatically term, less human. A person without emotions, without any frustration, doubt, insecurity …… Well, there are I guess there will be a negative side effect, I might become insensitive, withdrawn, no sympathy, no empathy, cold, and no remorse. But is that so bad? I mean I would really like to be that way. The reason is simple, in the modern world you have to inhuman to succeed in life. You have to bully, cheat, lie and have no compassion what so ever for all of those you have hurt. Well, that’s the way I see it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 45pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;The world needs anger.  The world often continues to &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 45pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;allow evil because it &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;isn't angry enough. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 45pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;~Bede Jarrett&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                    &lt;/span&gt;~ Oscar Wilde&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;And when I have finally reached where I want to be in life, well, then I give back to society what I owe them, just like all those wealthy bastards do nowadays. Till then, I want to inhuman. What a wish that I can’t seem to fulfill. I guess I still have a soul in me. A rather kind but messed up soul. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Even with a kind soul, I still have a problem opening up to people. I don’t know why, I prefer to keep things bottled up. The reason why ramble here is simple, no one is going to read this; no one is going to comment on this. Well, almost no one, nobody is anonymous online didn’t you know that. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;What a pretty little web I have weaved inside my messed up little head. I just wish I could come up with all the answers that I need to solve my problems one by one or at least a guide to help me along the way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Well, that’s all the ramblings I have for today, till next time ……..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-115846416319982211?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/115846416319982211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=115846416319982211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115846416319982211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115846416319982211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/09/viii-have-you-ever-had-feeling-that.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-115840832830836806</id><published>2006-09-16T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T05:05:37.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;VII&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Have you ever felt as if you’re forced to submit to what society deems proper. If you do anything that is different, well, you are a social outcast. I think it’s just strange that in today’s world it is said you have to be unique, special, exotic, and the best word, an individual. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;But over the years, I have learn that being unique and not caring what others think of you is not a good thing in the US. You are considered weird. Outside the norm. I find this rather annoying and rather appalled by this social fact. This is because I used to believe that what you see is what you get. And if you can’t handle that, well, it’s your lost. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;After coming here, I have noticed that it is actually my lost. It seems that here, you are forced to be a conformist. Although I am still trying to be an ‘individual’, different from everyone else. I find myself questioning every choice I make. It seems that the society I am in right now is a society that wants you to be a unique and open minded person, but at the same wants you to conform to what the media has deemed proper and acceptable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No longer are the ideas that you conjure up for yourself that you believe is the real you. The real you is what your friends depict it so. That is when you begin to conform. You are no longer an individual; you are one of the masses. You are unable to convey your ideas and aspirations for fear of ridicule and ostracize. You compromise and compromise, till one day you realize that no one will remember you, not even your so called friends. Because no one will remember them too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;It seems that you have to pick a side in order to survive in this society. If you move away from social norms, you are deemed a rebel and also a freak. And that makes you a social outcast. But if you stick with the group, be one with the people, you are fine even if you’re pretending to be in the group. You are considered safe, reliable and trustworthy. And most of the time you are none of those things. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;For those of you who have chosen to rebel, I salute and bid you good luck on your quest of being an individual, and not a conformist. As for me, I am still a rebel, even if I don’t seem to be. But let me warn you that if you choose to be a rebel, you will be tested, again and again. All your actions will be scrutinized and questioned, even though you have done nothing wrong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Well, that’s all for now………&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-115840832830836806?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/115840832830836806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=115840832830836806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115840832830836806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115840832830836806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/09/vii-have-you-ever-felt-as-if-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-115829525911388012</id><published>2006-09-14T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T21:41:21.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;VI&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been feeling as if I have lost my way. I don’t know why. I just feel lost, abandoned by life’s cruel ways and society’s pressure on excellence, although the privileged don’t have to worry about that. But for people like me, it’s a whole different ball game. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I simply don’t know what I need to do to get back my focus on my life’s goal. I feel like all my hopes and dreams are being pulled away from me by an unseen force. Maybe I am thinking too much of it. Maybe I am being paranoid; the world is trying to get me or something like that…... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;But on a more serious note, I do feel like fate is toying with my future. Will I be pushed into a corner and take whatever options that are available to me? Or will I be able to fight back and take back what I have lost?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;In my mind, I am in a crossroad, one road tells me to fight while the other tells me to give up and cut my losses. Neither road has a visible light at the end. The roads get darker as it gets deeper. The only things visible are pathways on each road leading to some unknown destiny. I know it sounds cliché, but cliché works for me right now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I don’t why life throws curve balls in my way. I envy those who have it the easy way. Good genes, or good connections, it doesn’t matter what matters is the end result. Hard work and all that crap is just added flavor to the end result. It gives the person a better image when he or she talks about what they have accomplished. Its like if you got it, (whatever it is) flaunt it. I am jealous of those people, people who have got it all. Good genes especially, you may have been born into a poor family without any connections, but nature gave you an added bonus, you do have good genes, the rest is up to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I envy and also loath these ‘gifted’ people. Everything comes so easy to them. I know that all of would know or have met these type of people at one point or another. You know who I am talking about. The one who always seems to be fooling around but at the end of the day that one always comes out on top. The person could do no wrong in life. If a mistake was made, something props up to save the day. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Lately, as I view it; nature has been giving added bonuses to those that don’t actually need it. And I am sick and tired of this. Why didn’t nature give and edge, provide me with an added bonus, give a second chance or third ……..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;The modern was of life is all about who you know, and how you play that to your advantage. As for me, I know quite a few, but I don’t play that game, or more accurately I don’t know how to play that game. I am losing out aren’t I?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Well, I am screaming into the rain and no one to scream back. I guess that’s what my ramblings are all about. No one to scream back ………..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Well, that’s all for now folks. Tune in next time for more ramblings …….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-115829525911388012?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/115829525911388012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=115829525911388012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115829525911388012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115829525911388012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/09/vi-lately-i-have-been-feeling-as-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-115820712649912556</id><published>2006-09-13T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:12:23.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wish that I could turn back time and change my decisions whenever I feel like it. Oh, how I wish I could right all my wrongs, well, most of my wrongs (don't wanna Mr. Perfect). I don't want to change everything that went wrong, just the part that makes me regret my decision immediately after making it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I wish that life was more like writing an English paper. The instructor tells you to write a paper about a certain topic and hand it in the next week. And you finish the paper, you hand it in and get it back the next class. The instructor tells the class that you can improvise your paper hand in the final piece the following week. So, you make the necessary changes that are required and you new grade will be better than you old one, naturally. Now, that is what I wish life was. For me that is, and for me alone. Well, I can't have everyone in the world getting better can I. I am selfish when it concerns me, just like every Tom, Dick and Harry out there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;People are just like that. It’s in our genetic make up to better us, to make us look good and better than all the rest that is the human way. People enjoy seeing other people more miserable than us, just because it’s not us. I like the German word for it; it has a certain aura about it, Schadenfreude, a joy in the sight of the pain of others. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So why can’t I have a wish that I turn back time and improvise my life and making my life more interesting and more fulfilling that it actually is (not that I’m complaining or anything, but you know maybe life could be better). I guess it’s simply because in my life the grass is always greener on the other side and I just want a little bit of the action, a slice of the pie. I just want grass to be green to. I sound like a person who is disgusted with life don’t I. I don’t know, maybe I am. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I guess that I am loosing faith in mankind…………….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Well, that’s all for my ramblings for now. Tune in next time for more ramblings for those who actually read my stuff……..&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-115820712649912556?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/115820712649912556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=115820712649912556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115820712649912556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115820712649912556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/09/v-sometimes-i-really-wish-that-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-115803005317303070</id><published>2006-09-11T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T20:01:05.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has heard of the saying, 'What goes around comes around'. I know I have, if I think back I might have been brought up with that saying but with a twist. My mother always told me that God will take care of them. But does He really take care of the evildoers, I always wondered about that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I always wondered what happens to people who do bad things. As I grew up, I was reality hit me hard. I noticed things that the really bad people never get punished, they get fined. Real nifty ain’t it? The fine could go up to whatever amount, but usually these people are able to pay it. Heck some of them don’t even have to pay; they are so high up in the “community” that the police don’t even bother.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;All of these big shots have friends in all the right places, I think that’s the phrase that is used isn’t it, I’m not sure. Anyhow, that is what reality taught me at quite the young age. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;What goes around&lt;u&gt; NEVER &lt;/u&gt;comes around. That is to put it mildly is life. I don’t quite know why that phrase is still used. I simply do not know. Maybe it is used to give a sense of hope, justice, and equality to all mankind, I don’t know. But what I do know is this, kids should be taught at a very young age that life is full of bad people, always keep an eye open. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Maybe the world thinks that children need to be kept naïve and joyful to protect their innocence from the bad, bad world. My question is how long must children be protected from the world. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I know most kids from modernized countries don’t believe in the bad, bad world. They believe that if parents set boundaries and limit their actions, then parents are perceived as bad people. Parents who try to protect them are said to bad parents, kids test their patients. But the strange thing is that, kids actually believe that people do not have limits on their patience. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Okay enough about family for now………&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Next, back to the main point of my ramblings ……. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Have you ever seen people in high places (most of these people are actually bad, bad people – they hide behind their nice clothes, their nice and politically correct language, which is actually crap, and most important thing of all their good looks. Come on who would even think of bad things when you see a nice looking person) get caught for anything. The ones who do get caught must have actually pissed off somebody on the upper floors. Now, in my opinion on why people don’t get caught for all the wrong things they do, is simply this: 1) they who to call. 2) they have a very, very large spending limit (well, some don’t have a limit). 3) they just make the person accusing them of any crime disappear, either physically or make something up to show that he or she is not credible (well, lying sounds better doesn’t it, gives more power).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Well, since I believe that no one will ever read my ramblings I can pretty much ramble as much as I can, can’t I ? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-115803005317303070?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/115803005317303070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=115803005317303070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115803005317303070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115803005317303070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/09/iv-everyone-has-heard-of-saying-what.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-115768729643307873</id><published>2006-09-07T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:05:58.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;I was reading an article on MSNBC online about Pakistan. The article was about what the President of Pakistan, President Gen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Pervez Musharraf intends to do about dealing with rape cases. He wants to change the law, removing tradition and religion from the context of proving and convicting a rape. The current law follows a law that dates back to the early days of Islam, whereby a rape can proved if only four truthful eyewitness' come forward and address a council. Now that is how rape cases was dealt in the 7th century and the days before DNA testing. I for one am not particularly fond of Musharaf, but to me this is the best thing he could have done to raise the status of women in his country, so be it. Who cares if 68 of 344 lawmakers of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;PakistanÂs National Assembly, which could cause a by-election. This is when a dictator should like a dictator, well that's just my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;I know that many people in these communities are very religious, but come on people. Grow up. This is the land where the old saying, 'an eye for an eye, a tooth for tooth' holds strong. Lets go back 2002 when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Mukhtar Mai was gang raped allegedly on the orders of village elders because of something that her 12 year old brother did at the time. She was raped by a total of 14 men twice, once in public by 4 men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Come on, this is not Islam people. This is simply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; 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It is the same thing that happened during the dark ages in Europe where the priest had a lot of influence and whatever they said was thedivinee wish of God. Well, that is what is happening here although it took a long time, but that is what is happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;The people involved are being taken care of. Where as Ms Mai can't travel anywhere as herpassportt has been taken from her by the government. She has been placed on a travel ban that prohibits her from leaving Pakistan. How ironic thatpublicityy can also affect people who don't care what others think of them (meaning the west).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Well, who am I to judge. I am insignificant. I am a tree falling in  the middle of the jungle that no one hears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-115768729643307873?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/115768729643307873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=115768729643307873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115768729643307873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115768729643307873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/09/iii-i-was-reading-article-on-msnbc_07.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-115760351868894700</id><published>2006-09-06T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:32:07.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems strange to me that a country that wishes to promote democracy to the undemocratic, do not know to whom they are dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm talking about the US. Americans in general are totally ignorant towards the world around them. They behave as the Japanese did before the Portugese settled in Japan.  The Japanese believed that they were alone in the world, well, apart from the Chinese and the Koreans of course, but apart from that, they were alone. They were self reliant. They grew their own crops, traded among themselves, and also had their own religion, the Shinto.&lt;br /&gt;In many ways  America is somewhat like Japan, it is surrounded by water seoerating it from the 'old world'. But in my opinion, if America wants to be the worlds champion, it has to be able to know who it is safe guarding. It amazes me that a nation that prides itself as being the representative of the people, doesn't know the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One quick question. How many people in America can defrentiate between a Sikh's turban and an Arabic kiffayah? Well, not many. Only those who are in the know will know. To me it is just ironic. So, how is the US going to keep the world safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old saying, "Know thy enemy", really plays apart. It is just not enough to simply know about the number of people that live there, and what is that country's income, and the statistic. In order to win a war, you need to study the people, how they think, predict how they would react and not predict how you want them to react. Now that's how you win a war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other question to sum up my ramblings. Why is it Americans will only know a country when there is a war?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With confidence I am rambling because I assume that no one will reply...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-115760351868894700?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/115760351868894700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=115760351868894700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115760351868894700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115760351868894700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/09/ii-it-seems-strange-to-me-that-country.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33960781.post-115756120797584340</id><published>2006-09-06T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T09:56:41.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is the world seem to be run by manipulators.&lt;br /&gt;is it simply because the rest of us are easily manipulated?&lt;br /&gt;or, is it because we allow ourselves to be manipulated?&lt;br /&gt;are we puppets,&lt;br /&gt;to be pulled by strings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are these manipulators, whom the people call 'The Man'?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;who are these manipulators?&lt;br /&gt;are they made up of members of a secret society that makes all the decisions on what is hip and trendy and what is not?&lt;br /&gt;do they make the decisions on how the rest of us lead our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is a secret society that tells us&lt;br /&gt;what to do, what to think, what to say, what to feel, how to act ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happens to those who oppose the rules&lt;br /&gt;they make their own rules ....&lt;br /&gt;do they succeed?&lt;br /&gt;or do they perish under their own words and believes?&lt;br /&gt;do they later on become a member of the secret society that rules us all?&lt;br /&gt;or do they cripple under their own words and beliefs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask these questions on the belief that no one will reply.&lt;br /&gt;because I am insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;but whoever who wishes to reply, please do .......&lt;br /&gt;if not i would have to go on rambling, stop me from rambling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33960781-115756120797584340?l=azmo85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/feeds/115756120797584340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33960781&amp;postID=115756120797584340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115756120797584340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33960781/posts/default/115756120797584340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azmo85.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-why-is-world-seem-to-be-run-by.html' title=''/><author><name>azmo85</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
