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Baba amusedly sits back in his seat when he can’t fit a commercial break anywhere in my feature presentation.

Then, when I finally roll the credits, he says with a mischievous smile, “Shinu, bal’a radio? What, have you swallowed a radio?”

Even though I have a weakness for radios, whenever I blunder, my appetite calls for a silent movie.

It’s always been hard for me to say, “I’m sorry.” For whom is it not? The mother-enforced words, not to mention the complimentary handshake and forehead-kiss, have always struck me as pathetic and humiliating, never heartfelt. For a person who loves words and makes lots of mistakes, my collection of “apology” words is embarrassingly small.

That’s why the day before I left for Jordan, I was washing dishes unasked. In my glossary, this was an expression of tongue-tied regret.

So, what had I done? Well, even though I had not yet departed, my mind had taken flight. As Mama put it, I was traveling from one place to another and most of me had already gone.

During the days leading up to my trip, I was anxious about a million and one things, and yet I pretended to be blase, as if my nine-month voyage was simply another stamp on a crowded page in a well-worn passport. (My passport is actually stiff as a cardboard and most of its pages are so blank you can’t help but notice the patriotic watermarks.)

It had been agonizingly difficult securing Baba’s permission in the first place, and I didn’t want my last-minute panic to engender second thoughts.

“I can handle this,” my attitude reassured everyone but me.

“Hell no you can’t,” my mind shot back.

I didn’t want to seem clingy, needy or vulnerable, so I’d acted indifferent, aloof, not nostalgic enough. This must have been especially painful to Mama, who’s always been expressive, emotional and generous with her affection.

As I watched the dishes, I hoped that Mama would notice, that she’d think kindly of me despite all my incivilities. I hoped that a little detergent-action might clean up a bit of the dirt trail I was leaving in my wake.

But Mama didn’t seem to follow my train of thought. Hers was choo-chooing in a different direction. She approached me with a broad smile, a cell phone in her outstretched hand.

“Listen to this,” she said as she put the phone to my ear.

What I heard on the other end of the line was my voice. It was from three months ago, on the day I’d received a manila envelope containing a letter from Fulbright. I’d been standing outside the mail room at Scripps College with the tangerine-colored letter in my hands when I’d left that message. She’d been at work, teaching math to a class of fourth graders when she saw the missed call. She figured it was urgent and immediately phoned me.

Just as I relayed the news to Mama, my sister was serendipitously coming towards me from the science department, and she heard it, too. While my sister and I were locked in a hug, I listened to my mom’s congratulations and her fourth-graders’ cheers. It was a moment I thought I’d always remember.

But I’d forgotten all about it. I looked at my mother astonished. It had been three months since–

“Every twenty-one days, it asks me if I want to delete it,” my mom explained. “And every time, I say no, because I like to listen to my baby’s voice.”

Sometimes, I wonder about mothers, if they’re all like mine. And sometimes I wonder about children, if they’re all like me.

I often think my mother calculates things the way I do, with paper and pencil, with attention to decimals and totals that have to add up. But there, I’m wrong.

Mama rounds up when it comes to me. She multiplies what little good I do exponentially and shrinks all my wrongs until, like a logarithmic function, they asymptotically approach zero. Hers is a brisk mental math, always a step ahead.

Before I apologize, Mama forgives me. Before I can say salam, she’s hugged and kiss-kiss-kissed me. And after I’ve hurt her, she steps on her pain and asks me if I’m okay.

//apologize

i’m holding on your rope,
got me ten feet off the ground
and i’m hearin what you say but i just can’t make a sound
you tell me that you need me
then you go and cut me down, but wait
you tell me that you’re sorry
didn’t think i’d turn around, and say…

it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
i said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late

I’d take another chance, take a fall
Take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
But it’s nothin new – yeah yeah
I loved you with a fire red
Now it’s turning blue, and you say…
Sorry like the angel heaven let me think was you
But I’m afraid…

It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late

It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
It’s too late to apologize, yeah
I said it’s too late to apologize, yeah-
I’m holdin on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground…

The piano rock band OneRepublic’s second album is titled, “Waking Up.”  This is a good album, but I don’t think that there will be a mega hit like “Apologize” on this one.  It is a well written and composed album.  I like how they take the songs “Waking Up” and “Lullaby” and add extended orchestra instrumentals to them.  Those songs would work well in a fill with more somber themes.

For most people I would suggest, “All the Right Moves,” “Secrets,” “Good Life,” and “Marching On.”

Now what’s next.  I should write about my new path.  But not yet.  I want to write about something else.  I want to go more in depth of how much I lived in a fantasy.  I’m not sure you understand the gravity of me living in a fantasy world.

I remember when ever I had any free time or had time to just day dream my thoughts would go straight to fantasizing.  It was my hobby.  I could write books and books about what I day dreamed.  In years how much have I fantasized in my life?  I would have to say about five years of my life.  That’s if you put every minute that I day dream side by side.  I would have spent probably more than five years.  But I’m giving you an assumption of how much I would day dream.

I remember during recess time I didn’t play with the kids I would go off on my own and day dream.  I would even draw obscene drawings about a man and a women having sex.  But with my barbie dolls I would have two barbies having sex with one another.  The fantasies ran deep within.

I would fall asleep fantasizing and wake up and add to the imagination.  It was if I was living in a never ending day dream and my world was what I had to put up with.  I lived in an constant bubble.  Not letting reality hit me and not allowing myself to get hurt.  It was glass menagerie.  My illusion that I was living some what of a reality but stayed in my dreams when anything wrong was going on.  Never taking responsibility because I didn’t have to.  Especially since I had an older sister and two younger that took up my parents time.  I just slipped through the cracks and made it by as well as I could.  I remember when I was bored in church I would fantasize there too.  I didn’t know any better.  It was my reality.

I sometimes wonder if I were to go mad would I slip into one of my fantasies and believe it to be reality?  If I would forget my family and think that all the celebrities that I have made love to were my loved ones.  How much of me was lost in those daydreams?  How much of me was lost to the imagination?

I now live in the real world but I still day dream.  I still regress into myself right before falling asleep.  It helps keep the monsters at bay.  What monsters?  This is were I try to combine my Christianity.

When I was younger I would feel like there was some kind of presence in my room.  I never knew if it was safe or if it was some presence that shouldn’t be around.  I have always had some kind of spiritual experience.  A year hasn’t gone by in my life when I have had some kind of abnormal experience more like supernatural experience happen to me.  Now please understand that I believe that I have been redeemed with the blood of Jesus Christ and I have spoken in tongues.

Well that was then.  I don’t know about now…

Anyway I have been baptized, I have danced in the spirit, I had a demon casted out of me, and I have spoken in tongues.  I have also given someone a tiny prophesy.  I know you might think she is crazy.  That there is no way that these things could happen to someone but please believe that I am not crazy and I have had these things happen to me.  They are real.  If you do not believe that their are demons, angels, or that you have been redeemed by the son of God then stop reading altogether.  Stop reading because you might not understand or care for the rest of this post.

There are things I cannot not explain that have happened.  That I wish I could scientifically explain and give proof but alas I have none of it.  All of my life I’ve had people say “If you just let go He can do great things in your life!”  If I could go back to them and say “I have let go not in the way you might have wanted it but what now?  What happens to this lost child of His?  I am even lost?  Or was this the plan all along?”  I know that Jesus loves us no matter what.  But I have had a huge fight with myself wondering if He does love the ones that have decided to become homosexual.  Sure sex can be perverted, if you pervert it.  But what if two women or two men have sex in love.  Two people of the same sex love each other and are faithful, have been with each other for years with no other partner… Does not God consider a partnership between two straight people that have had sex with only one another to be husband and wife?  So would they not be a married couple?

For Christians I’m sorry if this may seem blasphemous but do not preach to me what the doctrine says.  Come to me with an open heart and try to explain to me what you think… Not what you know or what it says in black and white.  Come to me with open arms and minds and answer me that.  Answer me what does God do with those who are born one way but in their heart they know its not.  But yet myself who has ran and ran from being a lesbian has had all these spiritual experiences.  Experiences where I should have been frightened but I have ran into God’s arms and have been covered.

I don’t know what else to say.  I don’t know where else to go with this.  This has been one heavy post but it was needed to be said.  I will elaborate more on another one.  But for now I will leave you with that.  Take it in.  If its too much, than I’m sorry but this is me.  I will not apologize for it anymore.  Take it or leave it…

XOXO

~RoMa

so you’re back in my life…ha! like nothing ever changed.
YOUR stubborn, I’M stubborn. WE fight, WE argue.
but hey, we couldn’t stay mad at each other too long.
yeah it might have been fucked up how you found out.
but hey, you did dirt yaself so not much room to complain.
I don’t apologized for what happened, just for how it happened
……….if that makes any sense.
well lets see where this leads and how long this gone last.
it’ll never be like it was before..but atleast it’s something.
well…least I get to hear the evil laugh again for awhile lol

Live Beyond. Never Be Basic

Tony Oller did a cover of “Apologive” by One Republic. Seriously, how has Tony Oller not been signed with a record label? He’s very talented. What do you think?

Everyone likes to think they’re different, but at the heart of things we are all a lot alike.  Today one of my friends was apologizing to me because for the past week he has been kind of nasty.  One of his statements was:  “I never do anything to purposefully hurt you.”

How many people do go out and think I’m going to hurt someone today?  Pretty much no one, but maybe a few sociopaths.  All humans are pretty similar.  We all want to feel safe and happy, and most of the time we don’t go out of our way to hurt others.

I feel like my friend puts a lot on himself.  Honestly him being rude or not, doesn’t really affect my day.  While he might say something that cause a few pangs in my heart, it doesn’t really have a lasting affect on me or our friendship.

In your face Bill Gates and your lil Windows

Earth life can be a tough school and the lessons of Earth life and the meanness and cruelty of others can make it challenging for one to maintain their innocence and purity of character. God purity means loving God to such an extent and to such an attunement that no matter how mean or cruel people are, and no matter how tough the lessons of Earth life are, one holds to their unconditional love, faith, trust and patience in God. God purity also means choosing the path of selflessness at all times, never giving into an attack thought, admitting your mistakes when you have made them no matter what the circumstance,  holding to unconditional love and one’s Spiritual ideals at all times, always being the one to apologize when an ego battle has been entered into, being the first to forgive self and others, constantly being vigilant against the negative ego and ever more so the more success you achieve on all levels … It is when all these attitudes and qualities are made manifest that a person demonstrates true unconditional love and purity. Strive at all times to maintain your purity and to not succumb to the corruption, negative ego, glamour, illusion, maya of the lower-self and fear-based reality. This will take enormous consicousness and vigilance on your part, however, the gift and fruit that you will attain is greater than any gift or item you will find in this world. “Be ye faithful unto death and I will give thee a crown of life!” – Jesus. So let it be written. So let it be done.

© 2009 www.IAMUniversity.org

en spotify OneRepublic – Apologize

Şarkıyı bilen biliyordur çok güzel bir şarkı bilmeyen hemen dinlesin!

Taylor Lautner Apologize Lyrics
Klip & Orijinal Şarkı Sözleri & Türkçesi

I’m holding on your rope,
Senin ipinle kuyuya iniyorum
Got me ten feet off the ground
Beni yerin n santim dibine götürdün
And I’m hearing what you say but I just can’t make a sound
Ve ben senin dediklerini duyuyorum ama ses çıkaramıyorum
You tell me that you need me
Bana ihtiyacın olduğunu söyle
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
Ondan sonra git ve beni parçala, ama bekle
You tell me that you’re sorry
Bana üzgün olduğunu söyle
Didn’t think I’d turn around, and say…
Altüst olacağımı düşünmemiştim, ve de ki…

That it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
Özür dilemek için artık çok geç, çok geç
I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
Ben demiştim özür dilemek için artık çok geç olduğunu

I’d take another chance, take a fall
Bir şans daha vereceğim, kendime en iyisini ayıracağım
Take a shot for you
Senin için son bir adım daha atacağım
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
Ve kalbin atmaya ihtiyacı olduğu gibi sana muhtacım ben
But it’s nothing new – yeah
Ama bu yeni birşey değil – evet
I loved you with the a fire red-
Ben seni içimde alev alev yanan bir ateşle sevdim

Now it’s turning blue, and you say…
Şimdi o alev maviye dönüyor, ve sen diyorsun ki
I’m sorry for the angel
Melek için üzgünüm
that heaven let me think was you
Aklımı başıma getiren o cennet sendin
But I’m afraid…
Ama korkuyorum…

It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
Özür dilemek için çok geç, çok geç
I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late whoaa ohhh…
Özür dilemek için çok geç olduğunu demiştim..

Bridge (guitar/piano)

It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
Özür dilemek için çok geç, çok geç
I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
Özür dilemek için çok geç olduğunu söylemiştim
I said it’s too late to apologize, yeah-
Özür dilemek için çok geç olduğunu söylemiştim, evet
I said it’s too late to apologize, yeah-
Özür dilemek için çok geç olduğunu söylemiştim, evet
I’m holding on your rope, got me ten feet… off the ground…
Senin ipinle kuyuya iniyorum, beni yerin on metre altına götürdün…

So, last night, in the midst of all the pain and no medication to take (or lack thereof, I didn’t want it to cloud my abilities), I finished a track for my new album. This track is in the same vein as One Republic’s “Apologize”. Instrumental only, ladies and gentlemen. Every artist loves the work they do, every song they make.  But there are some songs which just have that feel, that vibe, where you just know that this is something hot. That’s the way I feel about this song I just made.

I have great respect for artists such as One Republic, and guys like Ronald Jenkees, who, I should mention, is exactly the same as me. We do the same stuff. We work with computers. We are self taught musicians.

Last post, I surmised about loving to do an instrumental collaboration with Ryan Tedder of One Republic, Ronald Jenkees, or even Timbaland for that matter, who I must say has had a great effect on One Republic’s musical style, and music in general. I want to take instrumentals to a new level, and I think working with these great artists will afford me the ability to do that.

I’m going to try and reach out to them and see what they have to say.

This week I’m forced to accept that my life may not be as long as I orginally thought. As someone in my early twenties, the common misconception is that the young are invincible.

I woke up to chest pains two days ago, out of a dream I believe, of heartbreak. I got up, determined to make it through the day as sure as the pain was determined to capture my attention. The train ride to work, the doctor’s visit, the argument with my significant other…led me to realize one simple truth. I am not accustomed to anyone caring about my health or even badgering me about it. I mean, my family cares I’m sure but I believe it is because they have to.  So, with a playful smile and a deep breath I call him on the phone to explain that the walls of my chest are inflamed, that my blood pressure is too high and that I hopefully will be okay by next week.

What followed was an argument I couldn’t bear about how I don’t rest, or eat or care for myself enough and how I don’t allow anyone else to do it for me. And now, the day after…spending the day in bed, away from everyone I love…I know he’s right. I’ve never cared enough about myself to want to be healthy, all the risks for my health have been constant and not a secret and I didn’t make an effort to do anything about it. I could eat better, I could eat more, I could take more supplements, I could rest more…but I’ve never had to. There’s never really been anyone around to worry and now there is. His worry for me is extraordinary.  It breeds an anger and hatred toward anything that is mildly distracting myself from being better, even when he’s the cause.

So, I will apologize, I will be better, I will get right and I will make him smile. Simply because, a smile from him is better for my heart than all the medication that can be described.

<3

Let me see if I understand all this…

• If you cross the North Korean border illegally you get 12 years hard labor.

• If you cross the Iranian border illegally you are detained indefinitely.

• If you cross the Afghan border illegally, you get shot.

• If you cross the Saudi Arabian border illegally you will be jailed.

• If you cross the Chinese border illegally you may never be heard from again.

• If you cross the Venezuelan border illegally you will be branded a spy and your fate will be sealed.

• If you cross the Cuban border illegally you will be thrown into political prison to rot.

• If you cross the U.S. border illegally you get a job, a driver’s license, social security card, welfare, food stamps, credit cards, subsidized rent or a loan to buy a house, free education, free health care, a lobbyist in Washington and in many instances you can vote.

And Our President is running around the world telling how embarrassed he is, how arrogant we are and how we owe the world an apology for OUR bad behavior??????

416 21, originally uploaded by sizzled.

i was really not the nicest person in the world at many different times in my life. here’s my blog version of an apology.

jasmine, sorry i took advantage of your kindness, acted like a jerk on several occasions and said some mean shit to you that was unwarranted.

you were a good friend and didn’t deserve it.

i’m hoping to post a couple more of these, even if they never see them it helps me get it off my chest.

By: Adam Baum
Reporter, Hiroshima News Outlet

While all of Asia is certainly excited to be visited by the newly acclaimed King Of America, Barack H. Obama, his constituents back in America are practicing their petty American nature once again. While visiting Emperor Akihito in Tokyo, His Royal Highness Obama bowed deeply showing the respect the Emperor rightfully deserved. All of the America news outlets saw this bow, and reminiscent of HRH Obama’s trip to Saudi Arabia, plastered it all over their newspapers and news shows.

What the American news outlets failed to do was get the whole story. Majesty Obama was simply bowing to a leader of a country who America, with no provocation at all, bombed in heart of Hiroshima during WWII.

Obviously, simply bowing down to our leader does not wipe away everything America has done to us in the past. Therefore, once most agencies had left, we got an exclusive look at what His Royal Highness Obama did next. Emperor Akihito was slightly surprised and suspicious when HRH Obama asked him to remove his shoes, but Emperor Akihito complied. Obama then walked into the next room, fetching a small basin of water and a wet towel and proceeded to wash the feet of Emperor Akihito. The Emperor giggled slightly when Mr. Obama exfoliated the bottom of his feet, but was ultimately happy with the smooth, un-calloused nature of his “tootsies”.

Next, even we were a bit alarmed when HRH Obama reached into his suit pocket and quickly brandished a straight blade razor, but we all relaxed slightly when he fetched a hot towel and shaving cream revealing his intentions. After giving the Emperor “the closest shave he has ever had, and truthfully the scariest”, we all expected that HRH Obama had completed his task of showing respect to the Emperor. But, once again, His Royal Highness surprised us once more.

His Majesty Obama presented the Emperor with a small wrapped present and a card. We were all tingly inside wondering its contents. The Emperor, in fear of paper cuts, told HRH Obama to open it for him. The card was revealed as a Hallmark card, with a sad forlorn puppy on the front. Emperor Akihito was delighted to discover when he opened the card, it sang the song “I’m Sorry” by Brenda Lee. Inside the small package, Emperor Akihito pulled out a small macaroni necklace, on a bright red yarn “chain”, and written on the individual macaroni were the letters spelling out, “AMERICA IS SO SORRY”. Although the craftsmanship left something to be desired, the Emperor was impressed with the message. When we later asked why it wasn’t gold or platium, but rather macaroni and yarn, HRH Obama responded, “I just found out my American Express card isn’t actually paid for by Americans, in an express manner, like I had previously thought”.

So, American petty people, please understand that while you may see His Majesty Obama’s actions as reprehensible, make sure you know the whole story before making your assumptions. As far as Emperor Akihito, and Tokyo, are concerned…His Royal Highness Obama is the BEST AMERICAN WE HAVE EVER MET!

*Disclaimer for Morons: This is not a real news article, and Adam Baum does not exist, but the Atom Bomb he was named for does. And we dropped it. In Japan. Which is technically an archipelago and not just an island like most people think. Now you know. And knowing is half the battle.

It would be hard to say it much better than this.  This guy wrote this piece 4 months ago, 6 months into the Obama usurpation.  It’s as accurate as if it were written yesterday.

The part that he is the most correct about is that the idiot masses that elected this fool will NEVER admit that they made a mistake.  Obama may be the destructive force taking apart America, but those who voted for him are the ones who enabled him to start his campaign of destruction.

I Told You So – Yes I Did Barack Obama

Thursday, July 23, 2009
By Howard Galganov

When Obama won the Presidency with the help of the LEFTIST Media, Hollywood and Entertainment Liberals, Ethnic Socialists (ACORN), Stupid Non-Business Professionals and Bush Haters, I wrote:

It won’t take 6 months until the people figure this guy out and realize how horrible a mistake they’ve made. And when they come to that realization, the damage to the United States of America will be so great, that it will take a generation or more to repair – IF EVER.

The IDIOTS who not only voted for the Messiah, but also worked their sorry asses-off to promote his Lordship, are now left holding the bag.

Here are two things they will NEVER do:

1 – They will NEVER admit to making a blunder out of all proportion by electing a snake-oil salesman with no positive social history or management experience of any kind.

2 – They will NEVER take responsibility for the curse they’ve imposed upon the immediate and long-term future of their country.

In essence, the people responsible for putting this horror-show in power are in themselves responsible for every cataclysmic decision he makes and the consequences thereof.  (Also, those who stayed home and did not vote as a real citizen must gave Obama his slim margin of victory.)

In just 6 (SIX) months, the Messiah’s polls are showing the following:

On Healthcare Reform – He’s going under for the third time with polling well under 50%, even within his own Party.

Even though he might be able to muscle a Healthcare Reform Bill by using Chicago BULLY tactics against his fellow Democrats, it will just make things worse.

On Cap And Trade (Cap & Tax) – The Fat-Lady is already singing.

On the Stimulus Package (Tax and Spend) – His popularity is in FREE-FALL.

On the TARP package he took and ran with from President Bush – It’s all but Good-Night Irene.

On the closing of GITMO and “HIS” war on what he no longer wants called the War On Terrorism – He’s standing in quicksand with his head just about to go under.

On a comparison between himself and George W. Bush at the same 6 months into their respective first term Presidencies – Bush is ahead of him in the Polls.

On a comparison between He Who Walks On Water and the 12 preceding Presidents between WW II and now – Obama ranks 10th.

On a Poll just conducted, that asks who would you vote for today between Obama and Mitt Romney – It’s a dead heat.

Between Obama and Palin – Obama’s ONLY ahead by 8 points and she hasn’t even begun to campaign.

It seems to me that Obama wants to be everywhere where he shouldn’t be.

He’s personally invested in screwing-over America’s ONLY REAL Middle Eastern ally (Israel) in favor of Palestinian Despots and Murderers.

He’s traveling the world apologizing for the USA while lecturing others on how to do it right, when in fact and truth, he has no experience at doing anything other than getting elected.

He went to the Moslem world in Egypt to declare that America IS NOT A CHRISTIAN NATION while he heaped praises on Islam, where he compared the “plight” of the Palestinians to the Holocaust.

The Russians think he’s a Putz. The French think he’s rude. The Germans want him to stop spending. The Indians want him to mix his nose out of their environmental business. The North Koreans think he’s a joke. The Iranians won’t acknowledge his calls. And the British can’t even come up with a comprehensive opinion of him.  (None of these views have changed or improved in the 4 months since this article was written.)

As for the Chinese, he’s too frightened to even glance their way.  (At the time of this writing, Obama is over in China cuddling up to the Chinese, doing everything he can to show subservience to them.  He is bargaining from a position of weakness, and the rest of the world knows it.)

Maybe, if America’s first Emperor would stay home more and travel less, and work a little bit instead of being on television just about everyday, or forget about his Wednesday Date Nights with his Amazon Wife, or stop running to “papered” Town Hall Meetings, perhaps he would have a little bit of time to do the work of the nation.  (Sadly, if he were to take Mr. Galganov’s advice he would have more time and energy to devote to actively destroying the America he hates in order to build his totalitarian utopia.  Catch-22.)

In all fairness, it wasn’t HARD to be RIGHT in my prediction concerning Obama’s Presidency, even in its first 6 months, so I’m going to make yet another prediction:

OBAMA WILL PROBABLY NOT FINISH HIS 4-YEAR TERM, at least not in a conventional way.  (We can only hope for change, and pray that it happens soon.)

He is such a political HORROR-SHOW, and so detrimental to the USA and his own Democratic Party, that the Democrats themselves will either FORCE him to resign or figure out a way to have him thrown out.  (Again, we can only hope.)

Who knows, maybe he really isn’t a BORN US Citizen and that’s a way the Democrats will be able to get rid of him.  (They don’t have the guts for that approach.)

Or – MORE LIKELY THAN NOT, the Democrats will make Obama THEIR OWN LAME DUCK PRESIDENT.

I don’t believe the Democrats have nearly as much love for their country as they do for their own political fortunes. And with Obama, their fortunes are rapidly becoming toast.

The Democrats can keep on blaming Bush for EVERYTHING. But, that game’s already begun to wear real thin.

Their mantra was “WE DON’T WANT 4 MORE YEARS”, which the STUPID people bought, since McCain was nothing at all like George W Bush.

The new mantra will soon become: WE DON’T WANT 6 MORE MONTHS.  (Or 6 more days, or 6 more hours, or 6 more minutes, or…)

Best Regards . . . Howard Galganov

Lovely cartoon.

Prime Minister Kevin Rudd issued a … apology Monday to … British children shipped to Australia with the promise of a better life, only to suffer abuse and neglect thousands of miles from home.

At a ceremony … attended by tearful former child migrants, Rudd apologized for his country’s role in the migration and extended condolences to the 7,000 survivors of the program who still live in Australia.

“We are sorry,” Rudd said. “Sorry that as children you were taken from your families and placed in institutions where so often you were abused. Sorry for the physical suffering, the emotional starvation and the cold absence of love, of tenderness, of care. Sorry for the tragedy – the absolute tragedy – of childhoods lost.” via (Apology for kids shipped from Britain to colonies).

The Daily Express adds: -

there is growing anger that the British government should have been the first to apologise … who sent the children there in the first place … aimed at relieving the burden on Britain’s children’s homes and filling Australia with “good white stock” … the children were sent to Australia without the knowledge or consent of their parents and were told – falsely – that their mothers and fathers were dead … many of them were institutionalised in religious or charitable organisations where they were subjected to neglect and abuse … Under pressure from those whose lives were ruined by child migration, Gordon Brown … said, “the time is now right” for the UK to apologise for the actions of previous governments. “It is important that we listen to the voices of the survivors and victims of these misguided policies.” (ellipsis mine).

This made me think …

About, the ritual of regret and apology, about their role in the genocidal past. Since, the “Jewish Problem” was solved by Hitler (there are hardly 1 million Jews left in Europe and 5 million in USA), the West and USA has no problems, anymore with the Jews. Australia, Canada and France have tendered their ritualistic apologies – and start demonizing someone else.

Australia struggled for more than 5 years – before they agreed to apologize. I presume, US (to the Native Americans and the Blacks), Belgium (to Congo), Britain (to Kenya), France (to Vietnam), Spain (to the Native Americans), et al will all apologize. A book, The New Rulers of the World, examines the denial of the genocide.

Is this an aberration? Is this nightmare over?

Franz J. A. Romer, Duesseldorf, a 2ndlook blog reader informs us,

In Germany it is all about deduction (removal) of children from their family due to a local town system which is called Jugendamt (in other countries called youth welfare systeme). The Jugendamt is a local authority with no given functional control structure but a depending lawfull structure.It is absolutely easy for the Jugendamt to deduct the cildren into foster families or homes.

Hitler was never alone

Hitler’s biggest mistake – he lost the war.

The genocide with which his regime was charged with was also carried out against the Native Americans in the USA, the Australian aborigines, in Congo by the Belgians.

Post colonial Governments in Kenya and India have ignored the cover-up of the millions killed by the colonial rulers – in the Mau Mau operations in Kenya or the 1857 War in India.

The ‘real’ Roma Gypsy story

In Europe, kidnapping children was considered legal for most of 1500AD-1750AD. On one condition – you had to kidnap Roma Gypsy children! More than 25,000 children kidnapped. No problem. Everybody sleeps peacefully at night. Switzerland was doing this till 1973!

The Romani Gypsies, Sinti have been a favored European target for the last 500 years – by the Vatican, by the Protestant Church, by monarchies and by Republican Governments. In war and and in peace.

Their crime. They civilized (?) Europe. No less.

Looking at the Anglo Saxon Bloc

Linked to this is the fact at the end of WW2, the Anglo Saxon Bloc controlled 90% of gold production and reserves. The largest private gold reserve in the world, India was still a British colony. The Anglo Saxon bloc has 3 of the 4 largest countries of the world; wiped out native populations in these 3 countries, acquired these countries by force, sequestered the world’s natural resources and are united by their will to dominate and exploit the rest of humanity.

They control more than 67% of world gold production and more than 80%, if you include Anglo-Saxon countries, colonies and companies (like Anglo Gold, Barrick, BHP, Rio Tinto, etc).

The interesting question is why do Australia and Canada cling to British skirts?

Modern day demonization

The Western campaign aimed at the demonisation of Islam has replaced the Jewish demonisation (Shakespeare joined in with his anti-Semitic Merchant Of Venice). Without taking responsibility for the destabilisation of the Islamic World by the liquidation of the Ottoman Empire after WW1 – perpetrated by Anglo Saxon countries and the French.

The insistence and resistance

Coming back to the apologies? I have always wondered, why this Western resistance to apologies? I also wonder what difference does an apology make to the victims, as though, the apology is worth anything.

Would an apology from Hitler be worth anything?

Nothing helps a bad mood like spreading it around
-Bill Waterson

From a very interesting time of my life

So I’ve been a little bit lazy in posting. I missed yesterday and probably another day but I’m not sure. lol.

I’ve been kind of not myself the past week. I’ve been in a weird mood. Not a bad one, just a weird one. I’ve been reflecting a lot on myself and where my life is right now. I’ve been thinking about what I’m doing next year and the choices I’m making right now. My mood has made me a little reclusive and a bit reckless – kind of… but mostly reclusive. I haven’t been in the mood to hang out with some people and just sitting at home doing nothing. It’s probably half depression or something. I have a habit of having these moods once in a while. I don’t like them and like them at the same time. They make me think but at the same time I don’t like pushing people away, usually.

Anyway, this quote reminded me of my bad mood and about a certain someone I’ve especially been pushing away. When I get into bad moods, I usually try not to hang out with people because it spreads, so I push people away instead until I’m out of my mood. I usually apologize when I’m ok, but I’m sorry anyway.

So here’s my question: What do you do to help your bad mood?

Been reading Chicken Soup for the Soul Newsletter, I read the story behind the one of the greatest hits,  OneRepublic’s “Apologize.” If you love that bittersweet song, like me, check this out:

Apologize

Ryan Tedder

I won a record deal in a singer-songwriter competition on MTV when I was 20 and went from being a college student to a professional in two months. It turned into a bunch of nothing but hype. I was broke, frustrated and generally disgusted with the music industry, so I went back home to Oklahoma.

For the next three years, I started searching for the type of music that was the best fit for me. I tried everything from hip hop to pop, rock, R&B, everything, and I kept going back to British rock. I started working a little — I did a record with Timbaland and a few others.

I wanted to start a band and I had a name — Republic. So I moved to Colorado Springs, where I had gone to high school and a lot of my old band mates still lived, and formed One Republic. I stayed with my dad. He had just gotten a grand piano and I sat down to work at it. “Apologize” just kind of popped up. I was 23 at the time. I was writing about relationships, like almost every songwriter does. It’s instinctive. I had no luck in relationships from the time I was in middle school through college. Every relationship blew up in my face. I had no girlfriend for more than four or five months. I had become the definitive lonely heart.

My family couldn’t figure me out. I could always get girls, I just couldn’t keep them. I attracted the flavor of the month (or week) but I wore my heart on my sleeve, a set-up for disaster. I became totally disenchanted with women and wrote “Apologize” as the ultimate kiss-off song. It was the last song I was going to dedicate to relationships and it summarizes all of the relationships I had.

I was always the nice guy and treated girls really well. They’d break up with me and go off with some badass. Then I’d get a call six months later and the girl would tell me she realized how well I treated her and that she was sorry and wanted to get back together. I got tired of hearing “I’m sorry” and realized I value myself more than that.

When I finished the song, I was so convinced that it was a hit that I said I would get a new job if I was wrong. One Republic was signed to Columbia at the time but they dropped us despite hearing this song. Of course, it was the same week they dropped the Jonas Brothers and Katy Perry.

All the labels passed on us, but I still believed in the song. It sat on the shelf for five years until Interscope Records heard it and got it. Ironically, Interscope was the first label I did a showcase for when I moved to Los Angeles and I told friends that it was the label I wanted to be at. The rest is definitely history. It was very vindicating. The song was not only #1 in countries all over the world, it made history by getting the most airplay ever for a song in one week and it sold over 10 million singles.

I’ve cornered the market on breakup songs, so I’m trying to write more positive songs now. They come more naturally now that I’m happily married.