30 December, 2008
Today Israeli President stated, “None of us can say how long it will take”, and Defence Minister Ehud Barak said Israel, which is blockading Gaza, was gathering ground forces at the frontier and would expand its operation “as much as is necessary”. This is why I side with the Palestinians. Yes, there is mass killing on both sides. Blame is to be spread on all. However, what I find disgusting is that it is the Israeli military killing innocent civilians. The Isaeli President himself stated today that it is, “complicated,” because there are those targeting civilians. Well then, why don’t you order them to stand down?! Or, here’s another idea, don’t initiate the attack in the first place! At least when the Palestinians attack, it’s rouge extremists. The Israeli military openly murders men, women, and children. Just today in Beit Hanoun, in the northern Gaza Strip, two sisters were killed in a air raid as they were taking out the trash near their home, medical workers said. Later a security man was killed in a strike on a headquarters in Khan Yunis and Israeli missiles flattened five ministerial buildings and a structure belonging to the Islamic University in Gaza City! They don’t care what they hit, as long as it’s Muslims dying. We’re blinded to the GENOCIDE occurring by Holocaust guilt.
I’m sick of politicians not doing a single thing as year after year, hundreds of innocent Muslims and Arabs alike are killed. Everyone is too afraid to stand out against Israel for fear of reparations politically, degradations socially, or any other manner of self-destruction. Even my current hero, Barack Obama, realized what not going to pro-Israeli events would do to his campaign and career. This atrocity must end! Palestine must be set free, whether or not we consider Hamas to be a terrorist organization. They’re only terrorizing Israel for their freedom, which we stole out of white guilt!
Many propose peace, a bi-lateral state, meaning the two live together in coexistence with equal rights, (BS), all under the Israeli flag. Even now they try it, but the Israelis could care less. They step on the human rights of other to accomplish their means. For example, just last month, I watched a report on Al Jazeera TV. In it, a report was given about housing in the West Bank. Arabs had been given this specific portion of land for farming, living, etc. Just last year, several Israeli apartment complexes were put upon the land. The farmers had legal documents in Arabic, English, and Hebrew, but no one cared. This trampling of supposed “equals” makes me extremely distressed. A unified Israel will never work. How many times has peace been tried in the region. Every time they agree upon it, Israel breaks the treaty and bombs the living crap out of their Arab compatriots. No more must our guilt or fear of repercussions stand in the way.
Instead we must create two states, and break our alliance with the Israeli’s. Without the U.S. backing them, politically, economically, and primarily militarily, they would crumble within the year. This would not only create relative peace within the region for years to come, but ultimately, it would improve our standing with the Middle East beyond immeasurable means. Beyond that, when polled today, most Israeli's and Palestinian's want a seperate state.
09 December, 2008
- In Alex's suitcase in his Parisian appartment; He's on Crete.
- Exact location unknown, but somewhere in the Belgian or Dutch region. Or it could possibly be that Polish ice skater he hung out with in Rome.
- Dirty Blonde in Greece, Dark Brown in Utah
- The world's number one art historian in Northern female artists.
- Get's on his nerve's alot, but loves him regardless.
- Barack Obama or Olympique Marseille
- Alex has not remembered a dream since he was a child. He has only ever remembered two or three in his lifetime.
- Married to a European, and ambassador to France.
- A smoky but exciting cafe in a desolate town of Crete.
- Stain glass production.
- Intimacy & Dick Cheney.
- In Paris with his Polish/Dutch/Belgian wife and kids.
- On a rocky yet gorgeous beach of Crete's northern coast.
- Forgiving, shy, humble or awesome.
- A girlfriend.
- Orem, with Paris being his second home and attended some school in Vienna.
- Lamb Gyros.
- Short beach shorts, leather sandals, and a traditonal Greek light cotton shirt.
- His computer screen.
- A lot of Greek stray dogs and cats, but used to have a goldfish for SEVERAL years.
- Whatever this cafe has...
- Flirtatious & Laidback
- His sister missionary whom he won't see for over 3 & 1/2 years; and his Polish girlfriend.
- His pair of Saucony's and occasionaly his Schwin road bike.
- Gamestop or Insport
- Was spent going to school, yipee...
- Kind of self-explanitory after reading the rest of the answers.
- OM Blues
- 20 minutes ago watching Buster Bluth from Arrested Development curse out his mother.
- He would be a macho and say men don't cry; but since I'm typing, last week, about...
MARK (THE SOLE GUY):
08 November, 2008
It was a glorious moment for Alex, and he was sure to live up every minute of it. He headed to Harry's Bar, the oldest American bar in Paris, at around 10 o'clock. Results wouldn't start coming in until way after midnight. He was proudly wearing an Obama t-shirt and was carrying a placard as well. The second he stepped onto Rue Daunou, he was an instant celebrity. He held up his sign with pride as people cheered him on through the massive crowds of people. His ultimate goal was Harry's bar, in the middle of the small Rue. It was here that every president for the last 80 years had been polled as winning in the straw poll held there; and this night was no exception. Obama won the straw vote 272 to 170.
It took Alex forever to get through the massive crowds of people. Everyone wanted their picture with him, and he was just eating it up. Drunk and high alike, he posed for everyone. There were some cute girls to say the least; two of which are featured below...
He of course made some new Facebook friends including the one on the right; not the drunk guy with the beer.
At one point during the night, Alex came up on the rafters surrounding Harry's Bar. This was to keep out the common uninvited folk. Well, with the help of his friend David, Alex was boosted up on to the rafters, which erupted the whole street in cheers. He got O-BAM-A cheers going as well as YES-WE-CAN! It was super intense. The rafters can be seen below. Watch the movie at 4:40, you'll see him the 2nd time on the rafters. Unfortunately, it lost it's cool the second time around, but a reaction none-the-less, albeit a weak one...
Eventually, he staggered out onto the street at around 3' AM. The street was still packed with people, enamored by Obama, however somewhat diminished. As the Metro was closed already, he began his trek home, dreaming of Obama's acceptance speech that he'd be giving in a few hours...
The next morning, he woke up to papers filled with Obama's face in them! We'd done it, Alex had helped reclaim the White House!
Beyond that, Alex saw himself in Euronews, TF1, LCI, Express.fr, LCP (France's C-SPAN), and countless other things. He'll post the links below. It was a marvelous night for America. Yet, he realized we still have a lot of work to do to fix our nation. Thanks to the previous generation's errors, we now find ourselves in severe debt, and continued destruction of our world, both physically and culturally. We must reverse this cycle if we're to have hope for our own children. Together, we must dig in and build not only America, but the world. Continued laziness will lead to our ultimate destruction. The time is now, we are the ones. Obama provides us with opportunity and hope to fix the future; but it's going to take work.
Regardless, it was an amazing week for Alex.
27 October, 2008
You know, I hate to stereotype; but the funny thing about these kids is that all of their parents are voting for Barack Obama. Not only because they're black, but because their intellectuals too if their kids go to Ron Clark. Bravo to them though for involving themselves. I also find the one white kid hilarious.
12 August, 2008
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04 August, 2008
Why are girls so lame? Man, I had the worst first kiss ever. Everyone is supposed to have this ideal first kiss, with someone you love and have hopefully been on more than one date with.
So, I met this girl at Campus Plaza the other day. I was really pissed at these girls in my complex because they were playing with me like a Barbie doll. I therefore decided to go and hang out with my cousin Trent at his place. He was chatting it up with people at his place. He went and played basketball and I just sat on a nearby bench. A girl came and sat next to me, but I wasn’t into it that night. I was still pretty angry about the earlier actions going on in my life. I refused to say anything, but that didn’t stop her. She had a quick phone conversation with someone. As soon as she hung up the phone, she immediately began the ever common and oh so courteous greeting.
“So do you live here?”
“No. I’m just over here hanging out with my cousin Trent, who lives here.”
“Oh… Where do you live?”
“*Sigh* Do you know where Sparks is? I live right behind Gold’s on 9th...”
Eventually, after a relentless volley of questions, I stopped being a butt hole and just began conversing with her about her future to the movie she saw last week, and everything else in between. Before I knew it, four hours had come and gone and it was suddenly dark. Trent had long since returned to his apartment. He had even come and given me the code to his apartment because he was leaving and my bike was still in there. As the night was winding down, (due to class at eight in the morning), she asked me for my number.
To this day, I regret giving out that number. She was extremely ditsy and wasn't a great conversationalist in my mind; and I saw it from moment one. However, it had just been a while since a girl had dug me. (Who are you kidding Alex? It was the first and only girl that has dug you…). At about 2:30 in the morning, she texted me about three times without receiving a single response from me. Come on girl, I’ve got class. To get her off my back, I invited her to some lame movie I was going to watch the next day at a friend’s house for the BYU Democrats, of which I am an officer. That ended the night finally with me being more tired than usual in class the following day.
I told her I would call her later with the time, but that I thought it would be around 7:30. She kept texting, and I was in the library all day where I don’t get service. I then told her I would call her after my HEPE test, which I needed to focus all my attention on due to me bombing the previous tests. I eventually got home at around 7. I hopped in the shower cause I didn’t want to drive her completely away. Once I got out, I checked my e-mail to find the time and address for the movie. It turns out it had started at 7. I called her and explained the situation informing her that I would come over and we would find something else to do.
I ran over there, literally due to the fact of me not having a car. I was in my clothes that I had gone to school in believing that I was just going to chill with her. Turns out she had something quite different in mind. As she opened the door, I felt like the crap of the earth. She was all snazzed up and here I was in a sweaty cross-country t-shirt, a filthy pair of shorts, and a destroyed pair of Birkenstocks. My jaw dropped at the sight of her. Whoops…
I then awkwardly started a random conversation about her day; not listening to a single word of it as I became flustered at what to do now. I couldn’t just be like, "Hey, let's go play Frisbee with my friends." Nope, she was expecting something much much more. Well, after about ten minutes of, “Oh crap, what now”, she decided to go get sushi. I hate sea food, absolutely hate it… Plus, I’ve never had sushi in my life. She drove, (awkward), and we got there and waited in line for about a half an hour.
When we were finally seated, we began conversing again and I tried to get into my groove. I was totally unprepared. Going on a date takes some preparation on my part, and I’m not talking about planning the date. I literally write down topics for conversation. (Yeah, that's how horrible a date I am...) I was not in my game.
After I swallowed down some of the most atrocious matter this planet has procured from its bowels, she went to the bathroom, (I’m not surprised as to why…). I texted Brittany, my cousin. I told her the story and how I needed to get out of this horrible situation but couldn’t. She responded telling me to get off the phone and pay attention to her… Thanks Britt, I thought you had my back. I was going to 911 Britt but not now, she wasn't going to call and bail me out of this one. After we left the restaurant, (we were the last ones to leave); we began our stroll up Center Street in downtown Provo. We got up to the ghetto part, crossed the street, and headed back. It was clear what she desired that night. I didn’t know what to do. In high school, I had never so much as worked with a girl, none-the-less kissed one. I can’t give hints, nor receive them. Therefore, I just have to drop A-bombs on the girl. I basically tell them what’s up, but never actually go for anything. I’ve never held a girls hand, how am I supposed to make my way up the love chain to kissing her. She asked me if I wanted to hold her hand. *Crap…* We made our way across University Avenue. We took a bench in front of the county courthouse, the very place where I’d hosted war protests. I discussed this and innumerable amounts of other topics trying to distract away from the situation. I was such a little girl. I couldn’t stop giggling. We both knew what was going to happen, I just couldn’t… I debated with myself for approximately forty-five minutes gaining the courage to go for it. I would turn and look in her eyes. She stared right back. Her eyes seemed to pierce mine. I would get all pumped, and then look over there and pull back. Her eyes would not move away from mine. She was just waiting, and would have all night I presume. I would get right there on the verge, and then not finish.
[I would like to digress here for a second. I've been thinking about it a lot latley, and when it comes to dating and relationships, the guys have it so much harder. First and foremost, girls are way to "thinky". They read way too much into things and not enough when we're trying to drop hints. Secondly, I think it's completley bogus that we always have to do the work. We have to ask them out. That's a heck of a lot harder then saying yes or no. Then, when it comes to other things like kissing, we have to initiate it, and either feel like a fool if rejected or go for it. Dating for guys is 10x worse than it is for girls. Life's just unfair I guess. Anyways, back to the story.]
She was a stone-wall. She would not look away. Even as my head was turned away from hers, I could feel her glaring stare on the side of my neck. We were snuggled together and I couldn’t escape the situation without making an absolute retard of myself.
It’s like cliff diving. You just have to jump the second you get to the top. There’s no time or room for thought. The longer you think, the more you hesitate, and eventually give up. I kept asking stupid questions like, "Do I close my eyes", "Do you", "How long should I stay there", and "Are we going Hitch style here- 90-10," knowing well the answer to all of these, but simply trying to draw time. I would tell her that 90-10 was not fair and she would say, “Fine, how about 80-20,” jokingly. Wow, didn’t know there was negation when it came to kissing.
I couldn’t stop sniggering for about 45 minutes. Finally, I got to the edge and just went for it. It was snipe, soft, swift, and eventually a complete waste of time. The worst part of it all was when I pulled back, I said “Nice,” all cool and lame. Nice? Don’t say anything idiot! She reluctantly gives me a high five, as if this were some athletic accomplishment. Smooth move exlax. Let’s try again. It takes awhile to regain from the previous disaster. This one’s a bit longer and harder, yet ultimately still ineffective. I don’t get it, why do people like this so much? It kinda sucks, I’m not going to lie… Then it hit me, I didn’t love this chick. I was letting the physical side control me rather than the logos. I asked her what I needed to do considering she was the older and a far more experienced person in this matter. She then said, (after a couple more experimental kisses to see if I could get it right,) “If you’re going to French me, then open your mouth…” Umm… are you serious. I really didn’t want to go there considering the fact that I had just done so many firsts already and was completely overwhelmed. First hand-hold, cuddle, caress, and eventually kiss too. I played it off as cool as I could saying something like, “Oh, let’s save that for later. Plus, you do realize we just both ate sushi?” Wow, smooth Alex, real smooth… After that it was pretty much over, and my first kiss had been, nothing special. For all the hype, it really wasn’t that cool. I realized then, the physical part of a relationship is only exciting if you truly love the person.
Thanks for reading all the way to the bottom if you did. Alex appreciates it and comments you have.PAiX