Four years ago today, I started the original Oz’s Funhouse blog over at Blogger.com. And while I did take more than three years off starting on November 22 of that year, I suppose this is technically the fourth anniversary of the debut. To celebrate, I plan on downing a couple of “Hillbilly Mimosas.” E.G., drink an entire bottle of champagne in one go, wash it down with a pint of orange juice, and repeat. Ahh, sweet nectar.
Alright, so I do that every weekend morning. Maybe a few weekdays, too. What of it? Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? It doesn’t make me an alcoholic either, if that’s what you’re thinking. For one thing, alcoholics go to meetings. For another, they’ll drink anything. I, on the other hand, only partake of the finest spirits.
Anyhow, thanks for ruining my anniversary celebration with your bullshit guilt trip; I’ll be sure to poop on your cake the next time your birthday rolls around.
Woe to the CHDer who develops an arrhythmia. (irregular heart beat) The problem is, it seems we all develop one sooner or later, and the choices we have to combat it are limited. Certainly pacemakers and ICDs are available, but those are expensive. So is an ablation; so often, we start with a drug regimen.
One of the best Antiarrhythmia drugs is Amiodarone, because it can control the irregular beats fairly well and there is less of a chance of a proarrhythmia. A proarrhythmia is a new or more frequently occurring arrhythmia that is triggered by the use of antiarrhythmia drugs. It’s diabolical – using the drugs that can calm down an irregular heartbeat can actually cause more irregular beats!
Oh, boy.
Amiodarone is pretty good about not causing proarrhythmia, but that is probably it’s one positive factor. Dr. Rich is convinced that Satan himself invented it – it’s that nasty!
For the drug to become effective, it has to saturate the body. So at first you are given a “loading dose” – a high dosage of the medication to get the patient to the proper level of the drug in their blood quickly.
Most of the time a drug is eliminated through the bloodstream, taken to the kidneys where it is filtered out, and the eliminated through the body’s natural waste disposal system. Not Amiodarone, no sir. The only way you get rid of it is by getting rid of cells. That’s a naturally occurring process, but it is slow and you can’t speed it up. Sometimes it takes a year for the Amio to completely clear your system.
And while it is in your system, it sets up shop in every organ of your body.
Possible liver damage? Yep!
Possible lung damage? Got you covered!
Thyroid damage? Amio is on top of that, too! In fact, you know that rough spot on the bottom of your left foot… well, you probably can’t blame Amiodarone for that one.
But every year you are on the drug, you’ll be visiting your eye doctor for an examination. Not the usual eye exam, mind you, but he’ll be looking for deposits in your eyes caused by the drug.
And you’ll have a lung function test every year, also. You’ll sit in a small walled in area that looks like a phone booth with a plastic tube in front of you. You’ll be asked blow as hard as possible into the tube, blow, blow, come’on empty your lungs! Then you’ll inhale as much as possible; you’ll hold your breath then blow it out – several different lung exercises. You’ll want to bring a friend with you – there’s no reason that you can’t drive home yourself, but you’ll be exhausted from the exercises. And they’ll repeat this test every year to make sure that your lungs aren’t being damaged by the Amiodarone.
If you haven’t guessed, this stuff isn’t very usuer friendly. There are newer drugs available that do not cause proarrhythmia (Yay!) and do not have the side effects of Amio (Yay again!) but isn’t as effective. (Aw, man!)
So if this drug is recommended to you by your doctor, you probably do need it. But have a long, honest discussion with your physician about the benefits and side effects of Amiodarone.
LGBT Populations and Meth: Updates for Addressing Challenges and Maximizing Opportunities
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Chew on these numbers. While you do, remember YOUR health is YOUR responsibility. If you continue to not take care of your nervous system through specific chiropractic care, if you continue to eat the same crap food that “everyone” else is eating, if you continue to chose not to exercise because you are “too” busy, then don’t be surprised when you become one the the U.S. Health Care Numbers. You don’t get sick- You “DO” sick.
U.S. Health Care By the Numbers
— $2 Trillion Dollars a Year Spent on Health Care (The size of the economy of China)
— Taxpayers pay for 44% of this
— 16-20% of GDP
— GM $5.2 Billion on Health Care ($1600 for every car)
— US Consumers more dissatisfied with their care than other nations
— ~50 million uninsured
— 34% of Americans believe medicine can cure any illness as long as people have access to advanced technology and treatment
— $6,100 per person spent on health care
— Health premiums have risen 98% since 2000
— Medical bills are leading cause of bankruptcy in US
— 1/5 of Americans have medical debt they are paying off
— 70% is spent on Chronic illness
— Cardio and Stroke–$210 billion
— Cancer–$192 billion
— Diabetes–$92 billion
— Obesity-Related–$75 billion
— Arthritis–$22 billion
— $1 out of every $6 goes to health care. It is estimated to grow to $1 out of $5 by 2015.
— Will grow to $12,320 per person in 2015, almost double the 2005 figure of $6,683.
— May grow to $4 trillion in ten years.
— Medicare hospital insurance will become insolvent by 2019.
— 5% of sickest Medicare beneficiaries account for 47% of Medicare expenditures
— During the last six months of life, the average number of doctor visits is 41.5 in New Jersey; 17 in Utah.
— For each illness studied, higher mortality rates were found in the regions with the most intense care.
— According to the WHO, in terms of life expectancy, the United Stateslags far behind most other comparable nations.
— US ranks 28th in infant mortality among 39 industrialized nations.
— Compared with 30 other countries, the United States has the highest incidence of all cancers
— The United States ranks 37th according to WHO’s assessment of health care systems throughout the world.
— Americans receive on 55% of needed care (RAND)
— The Institute of Medicine states medical errors account for at least 100,000 deaths per year.
— Others such as Null et al have been more critical asserting that:
— The number of unnecessary medical and surgical procedures performed annually is 7.5 million.
— The number of people exposed to unnecessary hospitalization annually is 8.9 million.
— The total number of iatrogenic deaths is 783,936 annually
— Leape of Harvard estimated that in the United States 180,000 people die each year as a result of iatrogenic injury. The equivalent of three jumbo-jet crashes every two days.
— 195,000 people die each year in hospitals due to preventable errors
— Other Estimates range from 225,000 – 284,000 deaths
— One million error related non fatal injuries yearly
— Negligence or errors in diagnosis account for 30-40% of malpractice payments
— 18 types of errors account for 32,600 deaths and $9.3 Billion in extra costs
— Preventable drug related errors in OP’s cost $77 billion yearly
— Doctors spend ½ – 1/3 of time on paperwork
— Admin costs are 30% of all health care spending
— According to Public Citizen, medical malpractice kills approximately 80,000 people per year.
— Public Citizen stated that if this number is correct than medical malpractice is the 3rd leading cause of preventable death in theUnited States just behind cigarettes and alcohol.
— Only about 15% of medical interventions are supported by scientific evidence…This is partly because only 1% of the articles in medical journals are scientifically sound
Everything is real. The view outside the window. Those are really mountains. The books on the shelves were pressed in Toronto, New York, London, San Francisco. The gallon jug of water on the credenza is to help hydrate the first night – the Crossover – the slow and painless descent into the Numb you will feel for the remainder of your natural life.
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Against the rules, I am brought through this world – as a tourist, as a vigilante, as a prisoner – to see and experience it firsthand. No one wonders. No one reads those books. There are CDs, tapes, records and the machines and speakers to play them, but the only sound in the air is that of footsteps. All the people here move slowly, deliberately, with purpose. The restaurant has servers that bring you food, just like Outside.
Interest is against the Rules.
Creativity is against the Rules.
Even the vehicles are real.
The resident rooms are mostly the same. When one arrives, they have a preprogrammed roommate. He will say that he is from a small village in Western China, on the banks of the Nu River, which is the Salween downstream in Burma, or whatever they call it these days. He will say that he trades stones and handmade ornaments for American baseball cards.
He is an American, caucasian. An overweight twelve-year-old from Indiana, Kansas, Southern Illinois with a corresponding accent. China is his story though, and he does not know that it is not true, and the newcomer never questions it. There is no reason for it to not be true, so it is (this is how They judge how fit one is to be released into ’society’).
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I spend my last coherent evening in this room thinking about the future I could have had. Who was I out there?
The first thing They seem to take away is the ability to feel strongly, passionately about anything. I was a poet. A photographer. I traveled to countries where I could not speak the language, just to find out what would happen when I tried to communicate. There was a girl out there. I was supposed to see her today – her name was Katie. We would have driven far into the mountains, or to South America, just for fun. We would have drunk bottles of Shiraz, or Sauvignon blanc, watched a film, laid in bed philosophizing between endless minutes of kissing, or comfortable silence, body worship. I think I loved her. And she will never know that, because I am in this place, and I do not need such things anymore.
The Indiana-China boy is rattling off his story. He is told to shut up, is ignored, and finally he goes to sleep. There is something in my head that is trying to crawl out -
…on the roof, as we tap our heels about -
smiles abound…
and I am speaking aloud, to the walls. The sound flutters between them and is ugly. It bothers me only for a moment. I’m a bit tired. What was I saying? I was telling the Chinese boy something. Maybe not.
Lie down on the white cotton sheet bed. Close your eyes. Tomorrow, you’ll wake up and everything will be okay.
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You won’t think about war, death, or love. You will feel, of course, happiness and productivity and accomplishment. Teamwork will make you stronger. We encourage the sharing of peaceful stories – stories of simple things. The pleasant breakfast you had in Cafeteria this morning. The fairness of yesterday’s match. A successful day at the Council Office.
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I have been shown this world and it is a mistake. It is a crime against Human Nature to breathe this air – this manufactured, cloudcreating air – to feel this constant ease. Passion and wonder are enemies here. The gentleman with the subtle and charming British accent (forever implacable for he never says much at one time) will approach us. He will be carrying a syringe that will represent the end of our lives as we have known them. We will be a part of the Collective Unconscious. It is peaceful here.
We walk past the once-rowdy group of rugby players. They are calmly focused on their sewing machines. White cotton fabric, as far as the eye can see. There is no use for the farsighted here.
This woman I’m showing around is a psychologist, or a psychiatrist. I forget which. I’ve brought her here in hopes of her doing something about it, this criminal place. She seems excited. Her professional, forest green suit and maroon blouse ruffle loudly as she moves about to study the Focus of the residents here. Because I know about the British man and his needle, I tell her to be Calm. Act like a Robot. We are on a Battlefield.
I have not been assimilated yet.
The water in the fountains does not shimmer here. All light seems ambient, from elsewhere. Shadows do not follow anyone. There is little color. no one gets upset when I bump into them as I walk past, or even says Excuse Me, or I’m Sorry. They just go about their business, carrying dishes or whatever. Every room is interconnected. Everything is inside. There are no gardens, no trees. There are windows, and the views seem so real, I could jump out of one and land Splat on the concrete below. And that would be more productive than staying here, enduring the British man with the needle and the silence and the smiles with no source.
We are becoming conspicuous. There must be cameras lurking. They wouldn’t be so pompous to think that whatever their drug or hypnosis is would be so unfailingly effective the results could go unmonitored.
It occurs to me now, my second time in this place, under the cover of my pretend Apathy (for few have a ’second’ time here), that bringing a shrink into an Experimental Reality may not have been the wisest choice. She is in Heaven. They would not assimilate her if we were caught – they would hire her.
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I had brought her in hopes of her understanding the injustice, the prisonlike reality of this place. How everyone acted just the same. How illegal this has to be. Her appreciation and compassion for the fragile mind of human beings would jolt her into action. Her hourly rate would become something tangible, patients worthy of being explored beyond their childhoods of the last part of the twentieth century – the Drughaze Generation, she calls them. Us.
She would be the expert witness in the trial of Their Downfall. She would explain that these people, though seemingly complacent, are being held against their will. That these are Artists – painters, sculptors, writers, inventors of toys and worlds, poets, musicians, collectors, travelers, philosophers, glass blowers, dreamers, and storytellers – people for whom the world exists on a romantic, inspirational level. That their skills and passions and peculiar, aloof perspectives have been taken from them, suppressed, their cognitive awareness arid, transparent.
Playing with dull knives is never fun.
She would explain that while yes, the human brain is malleable, it is considered inhumane to mold one not belonging to you without explicit consent, on an expressed and individual basis. This is an entire society. Reinvented.
To which the defense attorney would reply with a convoluted and rhetorical question about everyone is the place giving consent, knowing full well what the deal was (I will not entertain his vocabulary here). That every artist and musician, whose primary tool is their freedom, yes, every one of them signed on the dotted line. Imagination was too much for them. The art, the music, the words meant so much that they wanted them to just disappear. Vanish.
bullshit.
My expert witness, the shrink, would see though all of this immediately, and pointedly remark on the density of her inquisitor’s narrowminded perspective. Something about materialism and lassitude. She would walk away from the witness stand victorious. The Defense Council would hang their heads in shame, for they know of their loss. And we would have our Dalis back, our Hendrixes, our Vonneguts and Darrells and Smiths and Thompsons and Kafkas. Their deaths were well constructed. Fitting, even.
But they never happened.
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I am playing the part, and acting it well. I am the Angel’s Advocate. This is my personal Railroad, my path to Enlightenment. I have made an awful mistake. Judgment has been compromised. So I keep her on her toes, as if there is violent and fiery danger around every corner. I try to keep her attention on the Ethics of the thing, so that her mind doesn’t wander to the wasteland of my own thoughts.
She is in Heaven.
For a few careless moments, I lose my own Focus. We are in a public Living Room, decorated with mass-produced still lifes that use just enough color to get the point across, and not a shade more. On a brightly lit glass shelf, there is a CD player. On another, books. Unread, but dustless.
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It’s a bad habit of mine sometimes, to walk into a bookshop and dislocate the entire day, my fingers running softly along the spines of new and old, hard cover, soft cover, special editions, signed, unabridged, annotated, torn, vandalized, read, owned many times but never opened books that make those trademark, lovely soft cracking and tearing sounds when I flip through gilt-edged pages, as if it was an Encyclopedia Britannica – at least then there would be an excuse for it never having been read. But this is Leaves of Grass. On the Road. Huck Finn. Rousseau. Eggers. Shakespeare. This is Blasphemy, Cultural Ruin, the puzzle pieces to my joy and elation.
I’m always looking for the Poetry. Sometimes the section exists, other times I smirk at our absence. Underground Superiority: a façade for my disappointment. Those thin an numerous volumes by authors I’ve never heard of, will never see again. Poems, by ______. Tumbling Down the Stairway to Heaven, by ______. Sunsets: A Collection of Poetry, edited by ______. Through the Mirrored Woods: Poetry by ______ (1976-1993). These are typically the books one can pick up, read one or two haphazardly chosen pieces, and essentially know the rest. Poets tend to stick to their styles, especially in the same book. Consistency and all. Sometimes the style is rhythmic and inspiring and it is quickly realized that a gem of infinitely greater value than gold is spreading wide open for you to indulge in its intimate secrets. That you are holding beauty in your dry and cracked hands. Blood and scars and pen marks, nails cut too short. Ink is your connection.
Moving on to make sure they have the quintessential, my eyes scan the shelves and every emotion is registered and loved and every memory held onto for just a moment. Poe, Dickinson, Ginsberg, Hopkins (often a ghost), Neruda, Whitman. I might open one, flip to my favorites quickly because I know this edition and just so I can see the words in print instead of just in my mind’s eye: Here the Frailest Leaves of Me on 109, Spelt From Sibyl’s Leaves on 86, Lost in the Forest on 132.
I’ll roam the shelves for hours, following only my instincts, smiling at old affairs, remembering the job I was fired from for reading The Savage Detectives, the missed phone call about my grandfather’s death because Hand was talking to the lady in the airport about World War II and I couldn’t peel away for the chiming bells, a marathon romp inspired solely by one unerotic but lascivious sounding passage from Up in the Gallery, the exploration of every available intoxicating substance available in a meager attempt to keep up with Raoul Duke and his attorney. These are the chronicles of my life, and I visit them often. Twain, Thoreau, Hesse, cummings: my childhood friends – Tilbury Town the community I was raised in. Valentine’s 1945 in Dresden my awful family vacation.
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I pick up one of the shelved books and flip through the pages – back to front (I’m lefthanded). I read a paragraph, and am lost. My Plight of Freeing Passion has been absorbed by this dangerous book. The shriveler is looking at a couple sitting at a table, studying them. I know this moment will be the end of my life.
I tapdance to the CD player, and intently place whatever CD I first pick up in the slot. The volume is up. I run over to the forestclad scholar, tell her to get the hell out of here. It’s over. Tell the story. Write the song.
She’ll be caught and offered a signing bonus. She’ll probably up the Ativan dose for Pablo. Zoloft for Hunter. I tell her to please give me Cyanide. Quizzical look. I’m done. She’s frightened. Panicked. She runs in her heels for the wide and shadowy stairway. It leads to the real world, one with epic mountains and irritating mosquitoes and grizzly-sounding Aussie poets and homicidal whiskey. One where there is freedom to rhyme in everyday conversation and paint masterworks with tomato sauce. To run your fingers over a flesh and blood sculpture and then go create one from clay. To play and laugh and dream and swear and gamble your favorite hibiscus shirt away. That, over there, is the Stairway to Heaven, and the notes within it may well be the Portal to Aural Expression, or even Divinity itself, but Jimmy Page is in here, insuring the soilent green is fit for human consumption.
Here comes the man with the British accent and the needle. He says something to the tank of a man walking with him.
A man accused of being an influential, second-generation member of the Sinaloa drug cartel was extradited from Mexico to the United States on Thursday on charges he helped move tons of cocaine from Colombia to California, New York and Chicago. Vicente Zambada Niebla
In the previous post, I shared Scriptures that both condemned drunkenness and revealed that spiritual drunkenness is a judgment sent by God on the disobedient. Now I would like to examine the Scriptures that command us to be sober, and examine 2 “proof texts” used by false teachers who peddle the evil spirit of drunkenness. All Scriptures are in the KJV version.
Amazingly, the phrase “be sober” (or its equivalent) appears 12 times in the New Testament! For simplicity, I have included only the parts of the verses which apply to our study, but I encourage you to look up the verses in your Bible or Bible program.
Scriptures Commanding Sobriety
Therefore let us not sleep, as do others; but let us watch and be sober. For they that sleep sleep in the night; and they that be drunken are drunken in the night. But let us, who are of the day, be sober, putting on the breastplate of faith and love; and for an helmet, the hope of salvation. I Thess. 5:6-8
A bishop then must be…sober, of good behaviour…I Tim. 3:4
Even so must their wives be grave…sober…I Tim. 3:11
For a bishop must be blameless…sober…holy, temperate; holding fast the faithful word as he hath been taught, that he may be able by sound doctrine both to exhort and to convince the gainsayers. Titus 1:7-9
Note: the teachers peddling spiritual drunkenness are neither holy and temperate, nor are they holding fast the faithful word and sound doctrine.
That the aged men be sober, grave, temperate, sound in faith…Titus 2:2
The aged women likewise [sober like the aged men], that they be in behaviour as becometh holiness…Titus 2:3
That they [the aged women] may teach the young women to be sober…Titus 2:4
Young men likewise exhort to be sober minded. Titus 2:6
For the grace of God that bringeth salvation hath appeared to all men, teaching us that, denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, we should live soberly, righteously, and godly, in this present world. Titus 2:11-12
Note: The grace of God that brings salvation teaches that we should live soberly! To be given to a drunken state–regardless of how it is achieved–is to follow worldly lusts.
Wherefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ. I Peter 1:13
Note: Those who are not sober minded are not “girding up the loins” of their minds. Their minds are open and vulnerable to attack!
But the end of all things is at hand: be ye therefore sober, and watch unto prayer. I Peter 4:7
Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour. I Peter 5:8
This is a command with a terrible consequence for disobedience! My friend, if you refuse to be sober minded, the devil is going to devour you. These words of warning are from the Lord for our good.
The command to be sober has gone out to the bishop, the bishop’s wife, the aged men, the aged women, the young women, and the young men! That’s EVERYONE! Are you going to obey the Word of God, or are you going to obey some staggering teacher who is clearly in rebellion against God and desires to defile you as well?
Examining the Scriptures The Drunkards Twist
First, we must have a close look at Acts 2:1-18.
1And when the day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all with one accord in one place…
4And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance.
5And there were dwelling at Jerusalem Jews, devout men, out of every nation under heaven.
6Now when this was noised abroad, the multitude came together, and were confounded, because that every man heard them speak in his own language.
7And they were all amazed and marvelled, saying one to another, Behold, are not all these which speak Galilaeans?
8And how hear we every man in our own tongue, wherein we were born?
9Parthians, and Medes, and Elamites, and the dwellers in Mesopotamia, and in Judaea, and Cappadocia, in Pontus, and Asia,
10Phrygia, and Pamphylia, in Egypt, and in the parts of Libya about Cyrene, and strangers of Rome, Jews and proselytes,
11Cretes and Arabians, we do hear them speak in our tongues the wonderful works of God.
12And they were all amazed, and were in doubt, saying one to another, What meaneth this?
13Others mocking said, These men are full of new wine.
14But Peter, standing up with the eleven, lifted up his voice, and said unto them, Ye men of Judaea, and all ye that dwell at Jerusalem, be this known unto you, and hearken to my words:
15For these are not drunken, as ye suppose, seeing it is but the third hour of the day.
16But this is that which was spoken by the prophet Joel;
17And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams:
18And on my servants and on my handmaidens I will pour out in those days of my Spirit; and they shall prophesy.
First, I would like you to observe that when the men spoke with other tongues, there were people present who understood their words in their own languages (vs. 6). In fact, they heard them speaking the wonderful works of God (vs. 11).
Second, observe that the ones who accused these men of being drunk were mockers (vs. 13). Mockers are not known for speaking truth.
Third, observe that Peter did not use this occasion to teach the crowd that a new way to get drunk had been given by the Lord. He did not say, “No longer do you have to buy wine; now you can get drunk spiritually–come, get some!” In fact, Peter quickly corrected the false accusation with, “These are NOT drunken”! (vs. 15) Can it be any clearer? They were not drunk!
If one reads to the end of the chapter, one can see that Peter used this miracle to point to Jesus–Jesus had been crucified by sinners, raised up by God, and now it was the crowd’s responsibility to repent and believe the gospel! Nowhere did Peter teach that spiritual drunkenness had occurred.
Next, let’s look at Ephesians 5:18.
And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit.
This verse is often used to say that instead of being drunk with wine, we should be drunk with the Holy Spirit. I submit to you that being “filled” with the Holy Spirit is NOT the same as being “drunk.” The Christian is commanded to be sober; therefore he must be filled with the Spirit and sober at the same time. The term “drunk” should NEVER be used in conjunction with any work of the Holy Spirit, who always promotes sobriety and holiness. Let’s examine the immediate context to see what Paul meant by being “filled with the Spirit.”
And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit; speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord; giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ; submitting yourselves one to another in the fear of God. Eph. 5:18-21
So we see that those who are filled with the Spirit will build themselves and one another up with Psalms/spiritual songs, they will abound with thankfulness to God, and they will submit to one another in the fear of God. If you continue reading, Paul goes on to talk about loving one another. Being filled with the Spirit produces love for God and men.
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. Gal. 5:22-23
For the kingdom of God is not meat and drink; but righteousness, and peace, and joy in the Holy Ghost. Romans 14:17
The Holy Spirit empowers hope (Rom. 15:13), gives joy (Acts 13:52), empowers witnessing (Acts 1:8), encourages speaking the Word of God with boldness (Acts 4:31), comforts those who have the fear of the Lord (Acts 9:31), sanctifies (Romans 15:16), and teaches (I Cor. 2:13). Nowhere does the Holy Ghost, who is first of all HOLY, cause or condone the sin of drunkenness.
There are mockers among us telling us to get drunk spiritually. They are blind leaders of the blind. They claim spiritual drunkenness is a “higher plane” or “something deeper” to be sought after. They are like the serpent in the garden telling Eve that she can have more knowledge than God has allowed. Had Eve been at her husband’s side and submitted to the Word of God ALREADY given, she would not have been deceived. And if the church would remain glued to the side of Jesus (her husband) and be submitted to the Word of God ALREADY given, she also would reject this evil “drunk in the spirit” doctrine, seeing it for what it really is–the same old serpent offering the same old bait on the same old hook.
Be not deceived. The Lord has already commanded, “BE SOBER!”
Excellent news. My lead criminal defense attorney, Buzz Goldenlog, just called to assure me that I won’t be facing any criminal charges over my latest dead hooker incident. Let’s just say that Buzz is close, personal friends with the county coroner, who’s positive that the autopsy will tell a sad story about a girl with a weak heart and a head full of dangerous — and very illegal — drugs in her system when she died.
None of which were provided by me, mind you. I only use prescription medication, and certainly not in a recreational, share-it-with-party-guests manner. Wink wink nudge nudge, eh?
Of course, this does mean that my dream weekend is shot to hell. For some reason, the other two prostitutes didn’t want to hang around after their friend died. And when I saw the third one floating in the pool, I panicked and flushed my stash of Oxys down the toilet. Oh well.
Probably for the best. I’ve already received a sizable stack of applications for my open butler position, and I should really start lining up some interviews if I don’t want to have to do any work around here. I’ll let you know how it goes.
I am an angelheaded hipster
-especially eccentric-
writingwritingwriting
backwards words somehow making sense
while sitting on grass ground
beneath metallic sky
contemplating the human seraphim
and Moloch’s participation
with every pig in three piece suits
trees tying themselves in knots
to hide from the innumerable chainsaws
of the industrial environmental genocide
the invisible hand that wishes to see the world
(or most of it)
burn and slowly fade into
mushroomcloud existence
I am sitting in
boxcarsboxcarsboxcars
waiting for unknown odes to be sung
and to touch every conceivable pore
and faint hint of poverty in my
broken bared naked body
crying for poor Karl
who lived
lonely
lovely
writing banned manifestos
sparking revolutions
that bourgeois committed unconceivable violet suicide
by jumping through holy windows
landing on the harsh reality of
Absolute Reality
I am praying in my communistic cathedral
-a breeding ground for those old union hymns-
saluting the workers class
waiting for May Day and every socialism parade
that wanders down
Nowhereville, USA
getting lost in the most simple shantytowns
beggingpleadingcrying
for the sweet lips of ecstasy
to kiss the innocent lips
of young girls and boys
and expect them not to tell
unnatural
imaginary
hallucinations
of the things that passed
I am a perception of the satirical irony
-born out of the merciless suburbs of obscene beings-
while enduring unthinkable hell under rooftops
secret cannabis campfires
keep the hidden third eye of transcendentalism
occupied with numbers and figures
dancing
morphing mental pictures
that appear on sacred floors
only to be seen by the true believers in the power of human mind
I am producing pathetic poetry
consisting of weak slant rhymes and
millionsmillionsmillions
of alliterations alluding
to the allseeing eye of the fauxpas god
and his deity friends that constantly laugh
at pitiful human attempts to seek help to free themselves
of shitstained lives mixed with the passing fads of pointless generations
“all history and fashion shall repeat itself” says the fashion designer with blank eyes and purple cheeks
claiming to know all about sequins and demigods
can’t they see it’s all false! it’s all crazy! it’s all a dream!
It Is Scary To Hear What Our Kids Are Saying…..
Today I went to the local swimming pool for some much needed exercise….I was shocked by what a group of school kids were saying. I asked the teacher what grade they were in and they are all in year 9. I have a year 9 student so I was interested in hearing what the topic of conversation was based on….
Not A Pretty Conversation.
It is damn right scary where our kids are heading to. They all thought because I was in the pool that I was swimming and could not hear what they were saying. They were free with their talk..by that I mean very loose with their language.
As a Mum to a boy that was the same age of those kids I was most upset. Every second word was “f…” and there was so much talk about POT. One boy did not know what POT was, and thought they were talking about normal cigarettes. But that’s OK because the leader of the pack (trying to act super tough) sorted the mistake out. He started by calling him “retard” – “You Idiot, ciggys are what you and I smoke everyday but POT is a drug that I use at night to get high….makes you feel so good” !!! Gosh I was I holding my self back. I so wanted to jump out of the pool, grab the snot around the collar and give him my two cents worth. “RETARD” is one word I do not like……no one should ever be called that. Beside the fact that the kid was talking about drugs as if it was a normal every day lolly.
One boy was so very rude to his teacher with swearing at her that I did put my nose into it….I called the boy over.
I asked him if he had a Mum. To which he replied that he did but he lived with his Dad, so I changed my wording…
Me – ” so would your Dad be proud of you right now, speaking like that”.
The Boy – “No Miss, Sorry Miss”
Me – “You are out of school uniform but you are out in public and you are representing your family. Think about how your Dad would feel right now hearing you speak to your teacher that way”
The Boy – “Yes Miss”
Me – “Hey, Don’t walk away….Please be the best person you can be. Say things that 10 years down the track you will be proud of yourself….Be the best you have inside of yourself”.
The Boy – “Yes Miss. Sorry Miss, Thank you Miss”
And he walks away. I continue with my swimming. I know that by now all the kids are staring at me, and the kids in the pool are talking about what I had to say. I stepped out of the comfort zone, out of what is concerned not normal….its not normal to speak to kids about their behavior anymore. BUT all I could think about was that I have a Boy that is the same age as this kid. And if he was speaking to a teacher the same way then I would be most upset. If I could reach just one child and help him to be the best he can be then my day was a good one…..
Imagine if there was a program out there that taught our kids at school how to communicate without swearing, how to achieve goals, how to set goals, how to be the best person that they were born to be.
I let the teacher know what I had said….She let me know that he has special needs because he has a “Behavior problem”. That to me means even more, that the boy needs guidance and influence that he can look up to so he can turn his life around.
DID I HELP ONE KID? Not sure but gosh I sure hope so…..
What has happened to society that we are afraid to speak out and stop our kids from self destruction?
Where Are OUR Kids Heading To?
Hope with all my being that my Woody Boys know that they can be and do anything that they set their minds too. That’s all I ask of my five Wood Boys, To Be The Best Person That They Can Be.
And to be respectful of others.
Is that asking too much of our kids?
Here’s to you changing our kids for the better.
Lisa Wood
From Film scene that had heroines on a ‘trip’ 9 March 1981 ST Forum
Having seen the film (Nine to Five) recently, I was shocked that there had been no censorship of the part where the three main actresses of the film, Lily Tomlin, Jane Fonda and Dolly Parton were smoking pot and fantasising on ways to get even with their male-chauvinist boss.
Needless to say, such scenes may influence a lot of impressionable teenagers.
Ed:Smoking, which is available everywhere is fine in the movies, while pot, which warrants death upon possession, is not?
Whew, that was a lot of work. Or rather my houseboy and blog administrator, Kang, keeps telling me it was a lot of work. Not that I believe a word that comes out of his filthy mouth, mind you. But that’s not the point. The point is, we finally have all of my old Blogger.com posts moved over to this new site. The ones worth keeping, at least.
Anyhow, nothing but new stuff from here on out. Now if you’ll excuse me, the Ex-Lax I took this morning to counteract the constipating side effects of yesterday’s Oxy binge has kicked in, and there’s a heated toilet seat with my corpulent ass’s name on it. Toot toot.
Her words today are “I am being responsible.” or “At least I’m not doing Meth”. My frustration is how can you think anything that can possibly lead to where you have been is okay. Her world is about the “I’m not doing…” or “I am trying…” when she really is not trying. The master of disguise has put on the mask that can make the excuses right for what she has done which is what she shouldn’t be doing. She has no direction, no motivation, no will and loves her friends more than herself. She has come to the conclusion she wants her GED (how does a 15 year old know that?). How does a 15 year old know what is best for her? The world according to her…everything is going to be okay as long as she is doing what she wants no matter the consequence. The world according to her…I am sorry for what I did. Wait, shouldn’t that be I didn’t think what I was supposed to. I would love to not be disappointed. I would love to not be let down. I would love to have the unexpected happen…longer for the 5 minutes she wants something. My world would be totally different if she didn’t have the traits of an addict and the mind of an addict. How can one soul be so lost? I don’t understand the mind of an addict no matter how many meetings I may go to or how many things I may read. How can you be so strong inside and so weak inside at the same time? At 15, she has experienced more than many 45-year olds. You watch her try to swallow herself in these substances when she is trying to escape, when she should be trying to get lost in rainbows and fairies. You watch her try to kill herself, and a part of you dies with each slit each time. Yet you find the strength to fight…for her…for you…for her to just believe. So, the newest edition is that her friends have convinced her to go to church. Faith and Belief, 2 very powerful words she needs to find the definition of.
In a break from the typical dismissive response to death by psych drugs, which is to assume everybody did their best and a bad but faultless thing happened, jurors in the Carolyn Riley case are outraged at the conduct of Dr. Kayoko Kifuji. Rightly so. Kifuji diagnosed children as mentally ill for exhibiting the defining behaviors of childhood. She Diagnosed a three year old child with pediatric bipolar disorder (which was absent from the DSM draft released the day after the conviction). She passed out cocktails of serious drugs to two year old children like they were Flintstone’s vitamins — drugs that aren’t approved for use in children and are usually used judiciously even in adults. She let the parents experiment on all of their kids with these drugs and, following their lead, prescribed per those experiments — so yes, the jury was outraged.
From the Boston Globe:
“Every one of us was very angry,’’ said one juror, who requested anonymity to avoid retaliation for her role in Tuesday’s second-degree murder conviction of Carolyn Riley. “Dr. Kifuji should be sitting in the defendant’s chair, too.’’
Another juror said that while the 12-member panel found that the 35-year-old mother was primarily responsible for Rebecca’s death, many jurors were “off the wall’’ when they heard the testimony of Dr. Kayoko Kifuji of Tufts Medical Center. She said they were struck by how quickly Kifuji diagnosed Rebecca with bipolar and hyperactivity disorders, as well as how little the doctor seemed to supervise the mother’s dispensing of medications.
“It blew me away,’’ said that juror, who asked to remain unidentified for fear of reprisals.
Rebecca’s psychiatrist was the focus of some of the most powerful reactions from the jurors after a three-week trial that left them emotionally and physically exhausted.
Not only has she not been convicted of a crime, she will go undisciplined by courts and the medical establishment even outside of the criminal trials surrounding the Rebecca Riley case which can only add to the frustrated outrage of the jurors.
Other than the nationwide publicity given to the Riley case, in which Kifuji is mentioned repeatedly, the only overt sign that Kifuji had potentially questionable conduct is on the Board of Registration of Medicine’s website…Still, when asked if the board’s investigation concluded that Kifuji acted within acceptable medical standards, spokesman Russell Aims responded by saying that the board “closed the complaint against Dr. Kifuji without discipline.’’ He said the board, however, “reserves the right to reopen a case if new information comes to light.’’
The psychiatrist will not face criminal prosecution. A grand jury last summer declined to indict her, and Kifuji testified in Carolyn Riley’s trial only after being granted immunity from prosecution.
Prosecutors contend the Rileys “duped” Kifuji into authorizing the drugs but that doesn’t say much for her as a doctor does it? “Duped” doesn’t begin to explain diagnosing toddlers as bipolar, her cavalier approach to diagnosing and prescribing in general or her indifference to the misuse of drugs like depakote and clonidine. Kifuji had access to Rebecca herself, providing ample opportunity to make her own assessments. She chose instead to go on the word of the parents in brief and drug centered visits. She admitted that she found the Rileys’ actions unsettling. Maybe they were just not unsettling enough to interfere with business. While the prosecution and Kifuji’s lawyers tried to paint her as the good and upstanding doctor who got fooled, in the end she comes out looking like the prime example of psychiatrist-as-drug-dealer — not unlike the physician in every town that addicts know to visit for his liberal dispensing of narcotics — and the Rileys were repeat business. If you’re going to hand out drugs that easily, without concern for how they’re being used and on whom, you don’t get to claim ignorance.
In a country where a gun manufacturer or salesperson can be held responsible for the crimes of someone who legally buys or even steals a handgun (which I’m against), it’s shocking that Kifuji is able to walk away from this without penalty. She is a doctor and with that paycheck and perceived authority comes an obligation to think past the drugs that keep you in business and consider the well being of the people in your care. I sincerely hope her other child patients fare better but it doesn’t seem likely. The only things that seem to have changed for Kifuji since Rebecca’s death are the amount of attention she’s received and a new sense of impunity.
As I’ve been learning more and more about how the Illuminati and the NWO work throughout the years I’m seeing that the best way to hide something is in plane sight. Through out this work I will help you identify the messages that are coming through with my own comments as well as proof that some of these commercials are not what they seem.
They are hiding messages in front of your face and telling you! Dare to believe that we are being manipulated. I mean, during the most watched event of the year, your bound to find some messages. Everyones watching. I was watching did you watch? Even if you didn’t it’s still true that it’s the most viewed event.
So lets discover
“New World Order Super Bowl Commercials Reviewed and Exposed!”
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The first commercial I’m going to expose is the phone called “KGB”. What we fail to realize is that the KGB was a secret police of the Russian government (it’s the CIA) in which had great influence of hypnosis and/or NLP. This first commercial is a great place to start because it will actually tell you another reason of how hypnosis works, every commercial that follows this one is based on the research trials of these Russian scientist. Mostly their work best known for Operation Iron Curtain. In which psychic experiments we’re taking place.
Feel free to learn more about the KGB by watching “The KGB Psychic Files” here:
(watching just the first 10-20 minutes will concern you enough to see something wrong with this commercial)
kgb commercial:
I also would recommend viewing the article CIA Mind Control Doctors: From Harvard to Guantanamo by clicking HERE
Next I will not add just one commercial but we find that the redundant commercials involving Budlight and Doritos is enough to make anyone’s brain cells kill themselves. I personal do not find it funny that a main stream Alcoholic beverage is being marketed during the Superbowl promoting a “fuck it, lets fuck & get drunk” aspect. Not very enlightening. Then the stupid Doritos commercials are about as bad. If we don’t already know both of these products are DRUGS. MSG in itself is a hypnosis drug and so is alcohol, so here we see mass manipulation driving back to the KGB.
I will share 1 commercial so you can see what I mean:
This next commercial by far takes the cake when it comes to extremism they are making you laugh about in this next commercial. This next commercial is about keeping the Earth “Green” and to do that they are showing you to your face, what they are more then willing to start doing to YOU! This is fascism 101 people, this isn’t funny, this isn’t ethical – in sense this is against all of our constitution. Mind you I’m all for keeping garbage pollution down, but what this comes down to is “Global Warming”.
Recently a hacker broke into a University and obtained what they call the “Climate Gate” E-mails which shows with %100 proof that Global Warming is a fraud by this people who wish to see a movement of one world government. In fact I’m going to highly suggest to you, right now, to understand more about this by viewing “The Global Warming Swindle” by Clicking HERE!!
Here’s a brief preview of an online new report about this Climate Gate event
But without to much more to say, I would recommend reviewing documentation throughout the past of the Illuminati and how they intend to create a one world government in which they and they’re friends will be able to control, of course higher means apply but for you, this will have to do.
Here is the unconstitutional commercial that should be banned!
This next one I consider the most frightening of all. Beyond what the commercial is for this type of hypnosis in magazines and printed material has been around for quiet awhile now. Let me share with you an article I reposted not too long before this commercial was played in fact I will link it, but I will also just share the section of the article I wish for you to see, then while watching this commercial I want you to listen to the words they are telling you. This by far is the most hypnotic in sense of straight out lies and confusion, this commercial alone with the following articles and clips should be enough for you to see that what I tell you here on this page, is not fabricated loony bin information that they try to tell you it is, conspiracies or not, shall you not see the point I am making, you may as well lay down your mind and forget ever having a true Human experience.
Here’s the section “Printed Material” under the article Subliminal Stimuli: Sleep, Obey, Sex. I highly encourage you to read the entire article in full by clicking HERE
Printed Material:
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Printed Material
In printed material such as magazines and newpapers, the words SEX,
SLEEP, OBEY, GAY, KILL, KILL SELF, FUCK, FEAR, SUCK COCK, SUCK DICK, and
so on are embedded (lighly written) in the background of ads and
pictures. The word SEX is omnipresent, and occurs as a mosaic several
thousand times on the average page. SEX is usually written much like a
person would write the word with a pen – thin lines. SLEEP and GAY are
also ubiquitous. However, GAY and SLEEP are generally written much
larger than SEX and have a cloud like (puffy font) appearance.
KILL, PAIN, and FEAR are usually reserved for children and hostile
political leaders. Most every child you see in print (Time Magazine,
Vogue, Your Daily Paper, etc) has the word KILL embedded across his or
her forehead. The idea behind this is quite clear: associate death
with children. Now try to follow me on this one folks. Have you ever
heard a young person saying something like, “Death before marrage?” or
“A kid — never!”
To digress briefly, the birth rate in the US has gone from 3.9
children per female in 1950 to 1.2 children per female in 1990. Note
subliminal programming was not used largely until the mid-1950s. Do you
people get it? We are breeding ourselves into extinction! In forty
years, our birth rate has more than halved. By subliminally equating
children with KILL, PAIN, and FEAR the mind manipulators have eradicated a
large number of us — prenatally!
You might ask, then, why embedded SEX? Doesn’t this promote sexual
activity? My answer is yes! Mental sex. By embedding the word SEX on
a new car, the advertizing man has successfully equated the purchasing
(and driving, viewing, washing, etc) of a car to sexual activity! Want
sexual gratification – buy an new car! The embedded ad slips by the
conscious defenses and over time perverts and mutates the sexual drive.
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Next piece of evidence I would like to direct you to Michael Tsarion’s work
on hypnosis under his documentary “The Subversive Use Of Sacred Symbolism
In The Media ” please view this section and then finally review the said
commercial below to see how serious of an issue this is!
Click Here To Watch “The Subversive Use Of Sacred Symbolism”
I would strongly recommend that you watch the entire
“The Subversive Use Of Sacred Symbolism In The Media”
by clicking HERE
So here is your #1 most screwed up commercial of 2010 Superbowl
Heres another example of this by the website http://www.redicecreations.com:
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Another technique advertisers is low-intensity light and its auditory equivalent low-volume sound. Graphic artists paint faint subliminal images below the conscious threshold of perception but above the unconscious perception threshold. By far the most commonly embedded image is the word SEX. Key have said that “advertisers have indiscriminately sexualized virtually everything they publish or broadcast with subliminal SEXes.” Often, graphic artists mosaic SEXes onto textured surfaces or in edges, shadows, and highlights. Just pick up any major magazine, relax, and stare into it for a couple of minutes. You will soon find these SEXes popping out at you. Other commonly used words are FUCK, DIE, and KILL, among other emotionally loaded four letter words. Such subliminal instructions are dangerous indeed. Dixon writes, “It may be impossible to resist instructions which are not consciously experienced.”
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I would also recommend watching Michael Tsarion’s documentary
film “Architects of Control” by clicking HERE
Also we see quiet a few commercials of males taking a hit, of being
subservient to women and basically taking a point of view that
we are powerless to situations, this has been used for quiet awhile in
media programs, our food and cleaning agents have been
manipulated to create more feminized, all you need after that is the
trigger words or images to formulate the desired personality trait
“they” want to see in you.
The more passive they can make people the better it is for their
situation of one world government, the less people stand up because
they are passive, because this is what they are fed literally and shown
you will follow through projecting outward like a parrot.
To see more about foods that manipulate the hormones inside the
body read
Again we see NLP being put upon you
laying out idea’s that are not your own if you believe it or not.
This is really a lower aspect but still applies.
So is it really just paranoia? Is it really outrageous to believe after reviewing
all of the documents in the past and present about manipulation that these
commercials are more than they say?
I’ll leave that to you, but from my research. I’m completely and fully aware of
this type of illusion they play everyday. Although all the commercials shown but
a few we’re full of higher forms of manipulation, these are the ones I found to
be most worthy of being exposed.
Please share this with people you know.
-Simranjeet Singh
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Wow. I’m going to try and describe how good the movie Strange Days is.
The movie takes place in 1999 right before the new year and thus the new millenium. The movie was made in 1995, so this was still the future. In this future, there are machines that can record the brain states of its wearer, and so people live out fantasies by playing the tapes that were recorded from someone else’s brain. People puts on the mesh helmet, and enter into the viewpoint of another person.
Of course their is a vibrant trade in exotic movies of this type, and the metaphorical connection to the illegal drug trade is present in every scene. The main character is a dealer of these illegal experiences, and after giving a prospective client a taste of one of these memories, he says “and that was just an 18 year old girl taking a shower.”
The great part about this movie is that on its most basic level, it’s just a great thriller. Someone got killed and the main character needs to figure out why and who did it. Just following this basic level of the story is immensely rewarding, and like any good thriller, a brutal murder becomes so much more.
What really makes this movie genius though is that every scene advances at least three other stories simultaneously.
First, there is the MLK like rapper who is murdered, which introduces an element of racial struggle to the movie. Indeed in the end when the main character and his black friend express their love for each other, its all the more meaningful for being interracial.
Also, there is an ongoing point about history and dystopian futures. The movie takes place, as I said, at the turn of the millennium, and each character has a unique spin on what this means. Some people see the millennium as a massive celebration that will burn out of control and break the fragile hold of the police state run by the LAPD. Others who are more optimistic see history as beginning with the millennium. To these people, totalitarianism will be erased by a new era. The final sequences of the movie happen right at the pivot point between two eras and it gives substances to the otherwise trivial point that history can be made in an instant. (All this is even more interesting if you know about our own government’s successful attempts to avert several terrorist attacks planned for the millennium).
Still further, there are many philosophical points. There is talk about mankind’s willingness to buy and sell memories and how this fact marks the end of human creativity and uniqueness. The LA of the future merely recycles its memories again and again, reliving them without being able to create new ones. This mirrors the main character who remains obsessed with a girlfriend who has left him for someone else. The typical love story cliches are made fresh by the fact that the main character, the one who cannot find new love, is an experience junky like everyone else. He just pathetically replays tapes of the time he spent with his ex. The entire society in fact is trapped in its own mediocrity and the millennium is the point where newness can once again enter into the society. The emphasis on creativity and history is all very Nietzschean.
Finally, there is a point about perception and cinematography. When a character plays someone else’s experience, the camera jitters and swerves to mirror the first person perspective, and if you’ve read any of my other recent posts, you know this is an interesting topic in its own right.
All told, this movie is a gritty, futuristic, dystopian, matrix-like, murder mystery, with some surprising plot twists and a completely unorthodox endgame. So much is happening at once and every second is a rich intersection between all these themes.
If you have netflix, you should move this to the front of your queue right now. It…is…awesome.
Police say they’ve figured out why three men chose to commit a home invasion in Ellenwood on Friday morning. After the homeowner shot and killed one of the intruders, police happened to find $174,000 in cash and five pounds of cocaine. I guess they use some good old fashioned police work to crack this case. Good work, sherlocks.
It is a snowy day again in the city today, so a good day to curl up with a cup of hot chocolate and a comfy blanket. Then again, I will be stuck on the computer finishing up some proposals. But I always make time for Sunday’s reads.
I would love to be paid $100,000 to watch models strut their stuff down the runway. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/02/05/rihanna-paid-100000-for-s_n_450793.html
www.chicagonow.com
I try to stay out of politics, not taking sides, since it is such a controversial subject with just about everybody. However, I have to say that I do like Sarah Palin for her guts and I admire her stand. I think that she gets the shaft more often than not. Does this mean that the big dogs view her as a threat? Uhmmmm A woman that makes men shake in their boots…… http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/02/06/palin-says-democrats-are_n_452443.html
vivirlatino.com
Fashion buzz words are flying around like crows gathering for a feast lately. Melding words like Jeans and Leggings – jeggings - seems to be the norm. The # 1 buzz word? Lady Gaga: http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/fashion/news/lady-gaga-tops-fashion-buzzword-list-1889451.html
www.independent.co.uk
Sex and drugs in the fashion news – who would have thought? http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100130/ap_on_en_ot/us_fashion_designer_charges
I am NOT mad at Papa Joe Jackson. He is getting in where he fits in. NOW, Joe wants to sue the news outlets who published pictures of the late King Of Pop- Michael Jackson- dead. Now THAT’s What I’m Talking ‘Bout!
Joe Jackson’s lawyer, Brian Oxman, filed papers with the court in the Michael Jackson estate case, claiming there is legal precedent for a family suing for invasion of privacy when such photos are published.
Although the legal docs don’t state which photos he intends to sue over, “Entertainment Tonight” aired a photo of Jackson, whom paramedics believed was already dead, as he was taken into an ambulance from his home.
Oxman is trying to get the estate court judge to allow him access to medical records as a prelude for filing such a case.
-”The BklynBandette.” Mr. Hollywood’s Co-Defendant.
Bunbury has received WA Govt funding to provide needles in a fixed address, to help drug users inject themselves, according to a December report in the Bunbury Mail. The WA Substance Users Association has been operating a mobile service for several years in Bunbury but feels that a fixed site is needed. The Association says that a fixed site would hopefully create a springboard to expand throughout the South West and Great Southern.
For story and to leave comment: http://www.bunburymail.com.au/news/local/news/general/syringe-centre-in-bunbury/1693974.aspx
OK dumbasses, if you plan to smuggle drugs and tobacco into a jail, don’t be using no oversize cantaloupe with a noticeable friggin cut around the top! Fail people, fail! Yes, police are currently looking for the fool/fools who hollowed out the melon , filled it with an assortment of goodies ( including oxycodone pills) and then tried to get it past authorities and into the waiting arms of inmates in a Washington jail. Officers said the melon looked like a pumpkin and pretty much stuck out like dog’s you know whats…
The issue of head shops remains on the political agenda. It appears one of our District Court Judges was caught in the rather embarrassing situation where a premises he owned, that of his former legal practice, had without his knowledge been been rented to individuals who converted it to a head shop. The Irish Times notes that Judge John Coughlan instructed his auctioneer to reach an agreement with the tenant to vacate the premises.
It is also of interest to note that Customs officers are proving to be pro-active in implementing the available laws against these shops:
Meanwhile, Customs officers are to prepare a file for the Director of Public Prosecutions after they raided a head shop in Cork and seized products being sold over the counter at the outlet.
Customs officers searched the shop and its storage premises under warrant last Friday and seized products including Pink Champagne, an amphetamine which, officers believe, contains benzylpiperazine (BZP).
A spokeswoman for the Customs and Excise section of the Revenue Commissioners declined to comment on the matter, other than to confirm that a shop and storage premises in Cork had been searched under warrant
Cork Senator Jerry Buttimer was also speaking on the issue yesterday in the Seanad, the speech is outlined on his website. One point I found of interest from a policy perspective was:
Fine Gael has said the planning permission criteria for sex shops should also be applied to head shops.
I would expect such thinking is in line with that of Minister John Curran, currently drawing up a legislative response on this issue. These are the practically minded ideas that focus on the premises themselves rather than the substances they sell which will lead to a crackdown. It is important these solutions are brought into law soon, with each passing week more young lives may tragically go to waste.
Kaeleigh and Raeanne are sixteen year old identical twins their father is a district court judge and their mother is running for Congress. Their father loves Kaeleigh much more than he loves Raeanne, because of this he has been sexually abusing Kaeleigh since she was nine years old. There mother isn’t around very much; she stays in Washington a lot. Raeanne is always trying to find a way to numb the pain of not being daddy’s favorite. She will take anything she can find, pills from her father to wine from their wine cabinet. Kaeleigh is always trying to find a way to feel something she will do anything from cutting or making herself throw up after a binge.
I liked this book because this could happen to any family, even the district court judges family or the family of a congress woman. I like the way the Ellen Hopkins writes her books. I recommend this book to any high school student who is looking to read a very good book with an ending that will blow your mind.
Josh B., Class of 2011
The WHS Library has Identical and many other books by Ellen Hopkins.
Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department investigators have begun a criminal investigation into whether two deputies helped smuggle drugs into a gang leader’s jail cell in 2003, officials said Thursday.
The investigation was prompted by testimony this week from another former boss of the Drew Street clique of the Avenues gang, based in northeast Los Angeles, officials said.
Francisco “Pancho” Real, a government witness, testified that while he was being held at a county jail facility, two deputies concealed drugs in a bedroll and sneaked them into the nearby cell of Rigoberto “Toker” Perez. Real identified the deputies by their last names but said he did not know their first names.
Sheriff’s officials said they first learned of the allegations against the deputies from Real’s testimony, and immediately opened a criminal investigation.
“We take these allegations very seriously,” sheriff’s spokesman Steve Whitmore said. The department’s Internal Criminal Investigation Bureau is conducting the investigation with the assistance of the county watchdog Office of Independent Review, he said.
Sheriff’s investigators have identified one of the accused deputies as Carlos Restrepo, who joined the department in 2001 and resigned in 2008, officials said. Whitmore said investigators are zeroing in on the identity of the other deputy, whose last name is Lee, according to Real.
Whitmore said it is likely the second deputy is also no longer with the department.
Restrepo was investigated in 2004 after a similar allegation in a separate incident, but there was insufficient evidence to prove misconduct, according to law enforcement sources familiar with both probes who spoke on the condition of anonymity because of the current ongoing investigation.
Both Real and Perez were leaders of the Drew Street clique, according to criminal complaints. Perez is awaiting sentencing after his conviction on federal gang and drug charges.
Real testified this week at a preliminary hearing in Los Angeles County Superior Court to determine whether there is sufficient evidence to try three alleged Drew Street members for the February 2008 killing of a man who was carrying his 2-year-old granddaughter. She was not harmed.
Sheriff’s officials said the alleged drug smuggling by the two deputies occurred at the Pitchess Detention Center in Castaic. In an unrelated case, a deputy was charged last year with smuggling narcotics into the North County Correctional Facility, also in Castaic, where he worked as a jailer. He is awaiting trial and faces 12 years in prison if convicted.
Real’s testimony also touched on another high-profile murder case allegedly involving members of the Avenues gang. He acknowledged under cross-examination by a defense attorney that he might testify at trial against four Avenues members and associates charged with the August 2008 killing of Deputy Juan Abel Escalante, who was fatally shot outside of his parents’ home in the northeast L.A. neighborhood of Cypress Park.
Los Angeles Police Department detectives say that shooting was the result of mistaken identity, despite early concerns that Escalante had been targeted because he guarded some of the most violent gang members in the Men’s Central Jail.
Real was the so-called shot-caller on Drew Street from fall 2007 until his arrest in June 2008 on federal racketeering charges. In a 157-page federal indictment, he was identified as overseeing an illegal scheme of murder, drug dealing, extortion and robberies.
He is a key witness in the L.A. County district attorney’s case against Rafael “Stomper” Carrillo, Mike Mallari and Jose “Rival” Gomez. They are charged with shooting to death Marcos Salas, a 36-year-old Cypress Park gang member, who was holding his granddaughter in front of Aragon Avenue Elementary School in Cypress Park on Feb. 21, 2008.
Real is cooperating with prosecutors, hoping for a reduced sentence.
OK dumbasses, if you plan to smuggle drugs and tobacco into a jail, don’t be using no oversize cantaloupe with a noticeable friggin cut around the top! Fail people, fail! Yes, police are currently looking for the fool/fools who hollowed out the melon , filled it with an assortment of goodies ( including oxycodone pills) and then tried to get it past authorities and into the waiting arms of inmates in a Washington jail. Officers said the melon looked like a pumpkin and pretty much stuck out like dog’s you know whats…
Kaeleigh and Raeanne are sixteen year old identical twins their father is a district court judge and their mother is running for Congress. Their father loves Kaeleigh much more than he loves Raeanne, because of this he has been sexually abusing Kaeleigh since she was nine years old. There mother isn’t around very much; she stays in Washington a lot. Raeanne is always trying to find a way to numb the pain of not being daddy’s favorite. She will take anything she can find, pills from her father to wine from their wine cabinet. Kaeleigh is always trying to find a way to feel something she will do anything from cutting or making herself throw up after a binge.