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I am Pissed!!!!!.....

i just finished this long ass blog about the excitement and comaradery I felt today in class, and blammo, the session expired and prompted me to sign in again. Lost everything. FRUSTRATION.
watch the page doesn't expire on your #$^ !!!

New post

Just to let all of you know I have been doing some working with my local Blogger and a have found out a few fun things for myself and all of you noble english 480 students, Julie I found the way for you to feel ok about your blog role, I have also created a new blog called Rare Chinese Vegetables and Campbells soup, which I will be posting things that are in conflict with the currently mandated sanctions on Nuovissimo.

I also wanted you guys to all check out the assignments page on the eng480 site, I have not thought about these things too much yet, I should have been. What do Ya'll think, email me with your thoughts, should we have a sit down to discuss game plan so that we are all on the same page? Is that cool? Does anybody have time? It sounds like fun to me......


Julie email me about the links, also, to everyone I would like to apologize about my last post It was definitely over the edge for the class blackboard, I think I ruined It for everybody, I never want to be that guy again.

peace,

Jason

Afternoon

Trish mentioned on Monday that I haven't posted anything recently, well, that is true. Sometimes it's hard for me to post my banal rhetoric on these pages so that people other than me and my councilor know of my incompetence. Sometimes I have nothing to say; sometimes I'm too lazy, sometimes I don't feel like admitting weakness. Well, today I tried to log on to del.icio.us, rather I successfully logged onto del.icio.us, and I had no Idea where to go from there. I logged on, went to my email, checked the box to confirm my account, went back to log in again and nothing, nada, zippo. So I try again and zero again, could be a slow connection, I just downloaded Opera, and the transfer rate was embarrassingly slow for the university connection, so perhaps I’ll try again later.

I couldn’t find the marklets at the bottom of the page,( like the directions said) but I could have tried harder, but I was getting impatient and may be able to get into it later, but I’m still glowing from a marketing exam I smoked today, my body is battered and bruised from a combination rollerblade accident and a slack line shellacking that I received Monday afternoon, so I think I’m going to call it a day and go sit in the Jacuzzi and meditate on the genocide in Darfur, have you all heard about it? I would like to call W and ask him why it’s so hard to be him?

Someone get back to me on the del.icio.us thing, and read this Times article I’ve posted here for your convenience.



A Wimp on Genocide
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By NICHOLAS D. KRISTOF
Published: September 18, 2005

President Bush doesn't often find common cause with Cuba, Zimbabwe, Iran, Syria and Venezuela. But this month the Bush administration joined with those countries and others to eviscerate a forthright U.N. statement that nations have an obligation to respond to genocide.

The Century's First Genocide

It was our own Axis of Medieval, and it reflected the feckless response of President Bush to genocide in Darfur. It's not that he favors children being tossed onto bonfires or teenage girls being gang-raped and mutilated, but he can't bother himself to try very hard to stop these horrors, either.

It's been a year since Mr. Bush - ahead of other world leaders, and to his credit - acknowledged that genocide was unfolding in Darfur. But since then he has used that finding of genocide not to spur action but to substitute for it.

Mr. Bush's position in the U.N. negotiations got little attention. But in effect the United States successfully blocked language in the declaration saying that countries have an "obligation" to respond to genocide. In the end the declaration was diluted to say that "We are prepared to take collective action ... on a case by case basis" to prevent genocide.

That was still an immensely important statement. But it's embarrassing that in the 21st century, we can't even accept a vague obligation to fight genocide as we did in the Genocide Convention of 1948. If the Genocide Convention were proposed today, President Bush apparently would fight to kill it.

I can't understand why Mr. Bush is soft on genocide, particularly because his political base - the religious right - has been one of the groups leading the campaign against genocide in Darfur. As the National Association of Evangelicals noted in a reproachful statement about Darfur a few days ago, the Bush administration "has made minimal progress protecting millions of victims of the world's worst humanitarian crisis."

Incredibly, the Bush administration has even emerged as Sudan's little helper, threatening an antigenocide campaigner in an effort to keep him quiet. Brian Steidle, a former Marine captain, served in Darfur as a military adviser - and grew heartsick at seeing corpses of children who'd been bludgeoned to death.

In March, I wrote a column about Mr. Steidle and separately published photos that he had taken of men, women and children hacked to death. Other photos were too wrenching to publish: one showed a pupil at the Suleia Girls School; she appeared to have been burned alive, probably after being raped, and her charred arms were still in handcuffs.

Mr. Steidle is an American hero for blowing the whistle on the genocide. But, according to Mr. Steidle, the State Department has ordered him on three occasions to stop showing the photos, for fear of complicating our relations with Sudan. Mr. Steidle has also been told that he has been blacklisted from all U.S. government jobs.

The State Department should be publicizing photos of atrocities to galvanize the international community against the genocide - not conspiring with Sudan to cover them up.

I'm a broken record on Darfur because I can't get out of my head the people I've met there. On my very first visit, 18 months ago, I met families who were hiding in the desert from the militias and soldiers. But the only place to get water was at the occasional well - where soldiers would wait to shoot the men who showed up, and rape the women. So anguished families sent their youngest children, 6 or 7 years old, to the wells with donkeys to fetch water - because they were least likely to be killed or raped. The parents hated themselves for doing this, but they had no choice - they had been abandoned by the world.

That's the cost of our passivity. Perhaps it's unfair to focus so much on Mr. Bush, for there are no neat solutions and he has done more than most leaders. He at least dispatched Condi Rice to Darfur this summer - which is more interest in genocide than the TV anchors have shown.

One group, www.beawitness.org, prepared a television commercial scolding the networks for neglecting the genocide - and affiliates of NBC, CBS and ABC all refused to run it.

Still, the failures of others do not excuse Mr. Bush's own unwillingness to speak out, to impose a no-fly zone, to appoint a presidential envoy or to build an international coalition to pressure Sudan. So, Mr. Bush, let me ask you just one question: Since you portray yourself as a bold leader, since you pride yourself on your willingness to use blunt terms like "evil" - then why is it that you're so wimpish on genocide?

~ J
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13, September, 2005 "The Birthday of Roald Dahl"

It's the birthday of Roald Dahl, born in Llandaff, South Wales (1916). He was sent off to private boarding schools as a kid, which he hated except for the chocolates, Cadbury chocolates. The Cadbury chocolate company had chosen his school as a focus group for new candies they were developing. Every so often, a plain gray cardboard box was issued to each child, filled with eleven chocolate bars. It was the children's task to rate the candy, and Dahl took his job very seriously. About one of the sample candy bars, he wrote, "Too subtle for the common palate." He later said that the experience got him thinking about candy as something manufactured in a factory, and he spent a lot of time imagining what a candy factory might be like. Today, he's best known for his children's book, "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."

Today we should all look past the carnage of the south and the grizzly insurgent driven wars in the East and forget our ignorance of the mother earth, and for one day hold back from chiding or scapegoating the Republican cesspool running these United States, it's not their fault, it's greed, they are not the ones in control, they are literally Puppets. (What do you think of a political cartoon in the New York Times OP-ED section with W. in the White house pressroom speaking to correspondents, with a giant hand up his ass labeled Big Oil, the cartoon should be a split view, (the front view), W, at the podium spewing his simpleton rhetoric, (the rear view), W. with a Big Oil up his ass.)

Let us forget all this today 13, September,2005, because It's the birthday of Roald Dahl

~JJ Mercury

Flat Tire

I went climbing today, it was completely refreshing the weather was hot and humid, but we were in the shade. I climbed four times and was successful(made it all the way to the summit)twice, mind you this is not Everest but the expert wall has this 20 degree grade at the top your really fighting gravity your muscles are straining and if you don't get it the first time, the second and the third attempts get increasingly difficult, finally you reach muscle failure, and can no longer proceed, you must give in to gravity, you fall back finally with a gentle sigh of relief and bound back to earth with the help of a man on the ground. What a delightful afternoon. Time to study and take care of the laundry. On the way here I got a flat...shit!I forgot...

~J.J.Mercury

Blog...Blog...Blog

Sunday September 11th, 2005. This has been one of the single most lonely weekends of my life. This realization, which was first recognized Friday night while perusing the shelves of the local family Video, alone, meaning there was no human being who made a cognizant decision to be seen with me at the aforementioned Family Video, for while I was alone, I was NOT alone, there were some who spoke only to themselves there were some who spoke to those around them as if they were characters in there sad little movie too, there were those who spoke only in third person, referring to there personal bootleg film collections, "yes, He does already have bootleg hookers three, but it's stretched , haaahaag if you know what I mean. HaaHaag." NO ONE responded to him." This is when I began to feel nausea and dizziness, I started to sway back and forth with each contemplative step, analyzing my weaknesses further and further, telling myself things will inevitably be ok. "They have to get better right." I had reached family-vid limit and while I chose the movies I(heart)Huckabees from dollar rental and Everest Imax from free documentary and educational video section I thought for some reason of the word Blog. It's the sound one makes when gutturally purging three to six 4 ounce packages of Black forest Gummybears onto the street. Coincidence, maybe, maybe not...

~To be continued

J