Anarchy @ MindSay 
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The RNC Welcoming Committee wants to say thank you to all who have stood with us through these challenging days, to all who have faced the brutal attacks and repressive intimidation of the police, and have still gone back to the streets. Thanks to all who have made calls, sent emails, donated money, and expressed your outrage at these brutal attacks.
Yesterday, in spite of a climate of intense police intimidation, thousands of people took to the streets to march in solidarity with the Poor People's March for Our Lives. Many others attempted to attend a concert at the Capitol, only to have the permit pulled and squadrons of riot police and snipers called out on a peaceful crowd.
The police met this call for justice with riot gear, batons, and the full arsenal of their weaponry. 'Snatch' squads brutally arrested protestors who were beaten and tasered. Police on horses, bikes and motorbikes rammed into crowds. Pepper spray, tear gas and flash bombs were used on peaceful crowds in situations that endangered protestors, the general public and included children, media, legal observers and medics.
We offer our support and solidarity to the organizers and participants of the Poor Peoples' Movement. We share their goals of a world based on justice, where resources are fairly shared and a life of dignity and beauty is available for all.
Over three hundred protestors are being held in the Ramsay and Hennepin County jails. Yesterday, only a few have been arraigned. Many are nearing the end of the time they can legally be held without being arraigned and charged.
In spite of all these efforts to suppress us, we remain strong and determined to actively voice our dissent. The Bush Administration and Republican Party lies have lead us into an illegal war that has cost thousands of our own soldiers' lives and hundreds of thousands of Iraqi lives. They have stolen from the poor to enrich their cronies and supporters. They have failed to respond to the crisis of climate change and degraded the life support systems of the planet. They have violated their own laws to deny civil rights and human rights, and built a police state that maintains its rule through force and violence, as we have seen in the streets over these three days.
The Democrats have failed to shift their policies or hold them to account. But we will take our accounting into the streets, as we have this week. We have succeeded in disrupting their meetings, and expressing directly our outrage at their destructive policies. Yesterday, the meetings were again delayed because of our protests. Bush himself has not dared to show up in person. We are still strong, in spite of all their efforts to stop us, and we still plan to remain in the streets, claiming public space for dissent and for our vision of a different world.
We demand the immediate end to the brutality of Sheriff Bob Fletcher - who has personally harassed our organizers both in jail and out.
We demand all politically motivated charges against our organizers and participants be dropped.
We demand the release of all RNC prisoners - OUR PEOPLE OUT OF JAIL!!!
Some websites for donating include:
www.nornc.org
www.coldsnaplegal.wordpress.com
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or Why I am Atheist
by narodniki
There's always this talk about achieving world peace. It's probably the most abused phrase in the whole of creation. I often wonder why God, in all his wonder and awesomeness did not include this itsy tiny bit in the whole package. Now what we have are people killing people. And as time progressed, so did our creativity in inflicting pain and suffering towards others.
They (the Catholic Church, evangelicals, charismatics, etc) always say that all of this is just a test for God to see if we truly are deserving of our place in heaven. So he's up there right now, watching all these killings and sufferings and what does he do about it? Nothing. Because the cocksucker wants to find out if we truly are deserving to be with him for all eternity.
This is just plain fucking stupid. If that is true, if God truly exists, then the least that I can say about him is that he is an insolent obnoxious asshole who has a twisted morality. Yep, that's what he is. And I give him the opportunity right now, right at this moment to smite me for all this blasphemy, and for future ones to come.
Personally, I would not even think of getting near a person like him. Talk about omniscience, eh? Knowledge about all the things that have and will happen. Why can't he use that?
And then there's the Bible. Just what the fuck is it all about? I think that the Bible is the filthiest piece of garbage there is. I've read much more enlightening stuff. Crazy religious folks (CRFs) hold on to its words like its giving them an orgasm or something.
Maybe people subscribe to this bullshit because of fear. They think that they do not want to go to hell. They think that being all burned up in eternity forever with Satan in the lake of fire, is something that's really terrible. They don't want God's wrath to descend upon them, they think that damnation really sucks.
Personally, I don't think that's the most terrible thing that can happen. I am a TVaddict and I'm telling you, the stuff that I see on the news everyday is far more horrible than all that damnation stuff.
Children on Africa dying of AIDS and hunger in extreme misery. Young girls, 3, 4, 5, years old being raped by an entire squad of soldiers. And these kids, if they're lucky, are left to live. I once heard of something called a fistula. Children in their early teens get pregnant, and because their vaginas are still too small, it would tear in childbirth and complications would occur, involuntary urination and defecation would result, that is if they survive. And more often, the infant, being squeezed up and all that trauma, would not survive the birth.
And all these stupidities are repeated again and again in the history of mankind. Dumb monkeys, stupid fucks, retarded assholes that people are, I honestly cannot see any ray of hope.
We're already in hell. We just don't realize it yet.
Dixie currently feels:
Bored 
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Yesterday was great.
Only, the problem I had was: I had too much to do, and not enough time to do it in.
I ate lunch at my nana's house, then went down my bro's house - and spent from one till half five playing Guitar Hero II.
For one thing - I like GH3 a lot more than GH2. And I'd say I probably like the song lineup on GH1 more than I do on GH2.
So now I have played 3/4 Guitar Heroes.
I haven't played Guitar Hero Encore: Rocks The 80's.
But I do have the whole soundtrack on my PC.
Along with the full soundtrack to GH1, GH2 and GH3 - downloadable tracks, bonus tracks and exclusive tracks - all organised into special folders and playlists.
I have a very organised computer.
All of my files have to be in their own folders - all the names have to be spelt correctly, and most words need capital letters.
I cannot tolerate sloppy files.
But anyway.
There were a few songs that I really liked on GH2.
One mainly: Laid To Rest - by Lamb Of God.
That name is very misleading.
One would assume they were Christian avant-garde metal, or some such shizz.
Well, they're sort of "Satanic death metal", as Ian described it - but they're not. They're just another typical American heavy metal band. And they're very, very good.
Ian asked me round to complete all of his Medium scores with 5 stars, and unstick him on his Hard mode save.
The Thin Lizzy song; first time I'd heard it, first time I'd played it - on Hard, 5 stars, hands down.
I think I'm getting better.
Question)
...But how does she do it?
Answer)
- Dixie has been playing Guitar Hero 3 at least five days a week since Christmas 2007. She plays it for at least 4 hours on every of these days. She downloads soundtracks and listens to them. She learns the lyrics, she learns the melodies and tunes. She does finger workouts for her left hand - and having hands so small doesn't help.
Dixie keeps doing something she loves, and now she's playing Expert level happily.
Today seems the opposite.
I've got TONS OF TIME.
And NOTHING TO DO.
For the past few hours, I've been eating junk food (mainly Oreos, tee hee) and watching crappy telly programmes.
Though, I caught an old episode of my favourite gameshow EVER.
The almighty Catch Phrase.
I like it so much, I even have the BOARD GAME. :)
I'm getting used to this daily blogging thing.
Question)
...But how does she do it?
Answer)
- Dixie has motivation. A lot of my blogs are posted between the hours of 8:45 and 11:30.
That is the time where I get bored and have nothing else to do.
My photos are uploaded first with Photoshop.
Some are taken on a Kodak easyshare camera, and some are scanned.
Then they're resized with Photoshop, usually.
And, if I have nothing to blog about, I try to recall an event of the day, or some topic that is resting on my mind.
...There, so now you know.
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Do you want to know how bored I was in English?
...THAT's how bored I was.
Give Dixie a A4 black ringbinder, a gold gel pen, and a boring English lesson - and that's what she comes up with.
I'm not the only one who partakes in folder destruction in 11E1, though.
Brett's folder is entirely white - he spends the lessons picking the black coating off.
Stephen's folder's front was ripped off entirely, and the silver latch inside torn out.
Lowrie's folder has a gaping hole carved into the front.
Everyone's folder has rips or writing on it somewhere.
Mine has a scuffed side, but no rips.
Mine has drawings in biro on the back, and golden randomness on the front.
I'm really proud of it, actually.
Tee hee.
And now for the close-ups!
"It all begins when the emo cries and the Indie rock plays."
...I don't know, I just decided that that corner needed something like that to spice it up.
The square root of 22 is now cabbage.
Dixie has decided.
Claire cleverly pointed out, that then that meant that cabbage squared was 22.
And she's correct.
Cabbage squared IS 22.
And that's the best one. :)
It's like those "stop reading my badges" pins.
Hey, it makes them all laugh, so why not.
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This is really weird.
I've been deprived of Emily for nearly a week now.
I do miss her greatly - but it seems...
I don't miss her at all?
...It's not that I don't care. It's just, everything that relates to Emily, I just hold it in such a high regard.
I think to myself that, if I carry on thinking of Emily as this immensley huge privilage, then...
...Then maybe things will be alright...
...And I'm so glad that "dixie loves emily" was a suggested tag...
MindSay now knows how much I love her.
I am a romantic. I am very romantic. Not all the time, but most of the time. Well, that might be a little bit of a stretch, I am romantic some of the time. At the very least I know how to be romantic. Actually it does not come very naturally to me so I can not call my self a romantic, but I can be romantic, with a little bit of effort. It is such a pain in the ass to be romantic and I hate it so much that I say it takes a lot of effort. A tremendous amount of effort, it is the most exhausting undertaking known to man. That's why it is so unusual that I have been in a romantic mood the past week. It is such a waste because I am in a committed relationship and everybody knows that romance has no business being in one those things. Oh bother!
It's not just some random feelings or thoughts that came out of nowhere. I can easily pinpoint the trigger. It was a girl. A girl that I first stared interacting with two years ago. She is very pretty with dark eyes and long curly hair. She has sharp, delicate features that rarely betray what she is feeling or thinking. She seemed very serious. She also didn't know a word of English when I first met her. My first attempt at talking to her turned into a lot of head shaking, wild gesticulating and funny faces. I've seen her about once a month since our first encounter. I never tried talking to her again, but I always made a point to look her right in the eyes and smile. I would hold the gaze just a little bit longer than normal, right at that borderline between the hey I'm interested in you look and the hey I'm really creepy and I'm staring at you look. She always politely returned the smile, but still seemed very serious. I recently heard her talking to somebody in English. It was very poor English, almost incomprehensible, but it was still English. What really struck me was her voice. It was the most unpleasant, screeching, cracking sound that I've ever heard from a human throat. It sounded fake, like a parrot talking. Not one of those good talking parrots, more like a parakeet. A warbling, high pitched, stilted imitation of the English Language. A horrifying union of a small dog's incessant whine and the prepubescent voice of a young boy. I was stunned. Now I really liked her. Oh joy!
The next time I saw her, before I could think of or do something impressive, I stopped what I was doing looked down, then while my head was still tilted downwards, my eyes looked at hers, I did a little half arm wave as though my elbow were connected to my body and I said hi. She gave me the biggest, brightest most beautiful genuine smile and said hi. I quickly looked away and jerked my body in the direction opposite of where I was looking and lumbered away. I felt like a malfunctioning robot that suddenly couldn't control its parts anymore. None of that was the romance trigger. The trigger came the next month, which was our most recent interaction. I was sitting down looking at something in my hands. I glanced up at somebody who was walking towards me. A girl. A girl who was staring at me. Staring at me like we knew each other. Before I even realized who it was she smiled. A very expressive smile. A come and talk to me smile. I returned a closed mouth smile and nodded my head. She walked past me. My heart was beating fast, I felt nervous and jittery. A couple of years ago I would have stood up and talked to her, never giving her a chance to walk by me. Not this time. I sat there. Trigger. Thoughts of poetry, flowers, hand kissing, giggling, eye gazing, whispering, hand holding, love giddy. I don't want to talk to her. I don't want to see her ever again. I like the way things were. When I would stare at her and smile and she would get a little nervous. Now I have a very short time period to do something, anything that shows I'm interested, or before you know it, no more gazes, no more smiles, no more warbling. Like I don't even exist, not even a dirty look. I shouldn't do it. I know I will regret it. But I probably will do it. Oh shit!
Fuckin sick and tired of a bullshit system of economy heaped on their heads for no good reason.
Just tired as shit of the backbreaking hellhole they were forced into.
Rise up. Rise up. Burn it down.
They were never perfect. But they weren’t pretending.
They had their ways and kept to themselves. It was different, but nothing outlandish.
A whole group just ass-raped and fucked senseless.
All the people – don’t give it up. Not without a fight, not without some action.
The very first thing they did was set everything ablaze. Burn it down.
Cloud the place in smoke. Destroy the big engine. Give it all up. Set themselves free. More power those ones that work their fingers to the bone.
And they won. They earned their freedom.
It must’ve smelled like coffee that day in the 1790s when the Haitian plantations were set ablaze, fucking over the gangbanging white race, sending maybe tens of thousands to their deaths to set up the first free, black republic.
But yeah – they won. Napoleon couldn’t even stop them. They’ve been in poverty ever since. But, fuck, at least they’re free.
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