| Scalia is a sex freak 2004-10-01 07:17:51 ET |
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http://www.guardian.co.uk/usa/story/0,12271,1317386,00.html
He is the conservative bastion of the US supreme court, a favourite of President Bush, and a hunting partner of the vice-president. He has argued vociferously against abortion rights, and in favour of anti-sodomy laws.
But it turns out that there is another side to Justice Antonin Scalia: he thinks Americans ought to be having more orgies.
Challenged about his views on sexual morality, Justice Scalia surprised his audience at Harvard University, telling them: "I even take the position that sexual orgies eliminate social tensions and ought to be encouraged."
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| I can't tell if this is a joke 2004-09-30 06:40:15 ET |
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http://gunthernet.com/
WARNING: This page keeps playing sound so make sure your speakers aren't on too loud.
With such great lyrics as:
You touch my tra-la-la...
My ding ding dong.
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| The Unseen Turning Point in the War on Terror 2004-09-28 23:12:39 ET |
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On September 2nd there happened a turning point in the so-called War on Terror which, while covered by the mass media, probably wasn't spotted as an event that hinted of greater importance. On September 2nd, as some of you news trolls/news monkeys might remember, a major Iraqi pipeline was blown up. There were numerous attacks on the pipeline before but the September 2nd attack halted all oil exportation from the northern oil fields around Kirkuk for several days.
Waitasec... As I'm typing this AND doing the research i'm proved wrong. The pivotal turning point happened on June 12th of last year (2003) according to:
http://www.iags.org/n092304.htm
That's the Iraqi Pipeline Watch.
Look up the Sept. 14th, 2004 entry. WOKR-TV (whose website is slooooow at the moment: http://www.wokr13.tv/news/world/story.aspx?content_id=390935DB-8B77-424A-BFA8-810A061D1E87 ) reports that the September 14th attack cost Iraq 2 billion dollars in missed revenue and, according to the Pipeline Watch, shut down "the flow of oil from the Kirkuk oilfields to Beiji refinery and to Ceyhan" but also killed all of Iraq's electricity for an unspecified amount of time.
The whole reason why this is a turning point is because of the fact that the biggest terrorist attack on America will probably not happen on U.S. soil but will be an attack on the major oil pipelines of the world. This will cause the price of oil to skyrocket, causing the price of product transportation to skyrocket, causing the prices of products to skyrocket, causing a major economic breakdown which will, most likely, cause major political, and obviously social, upheaval.
Maybe that's why the Saudi royal family is "friends" with the terrorists. If they anger the terrorists too much then the Saudi Arabia pipeline will stand a major risk of saboutage thus hurting the Saudi Royal family financially. A massive attack might actually topple the Saudi royal family from power causing a power vaccuum in Saudi Arabia which will lead, due to the many groups vying for power, to regional instability.
All in all that major attack against the West has already begun. Pipelines are being attacked almost twice a week. Sooner or latter an attack will permanently cripple the pipelines.
That's all I'm going to write for now. More research needs to be done.
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| The Element Cafe, part 2. 2004-09-23 21:30:04 ET |
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Part 1 located at:
http://www.subkultures.net/LeoZ?readjid=1711159
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We were in an averaged sized room, measuring 10 feet by 12 feet, made to seem small by the 3 bunkbeds which lined the walls perpendicular and parallel to the door. The mattresses in the bunkbeds, where exposed from under the thing grey blankets, were decorated with pinstripes of varous colours with white space inbetween which was yellowed out and worn. By the side of each bed were umbrella holding buckets. But they weren't holding umbrellas but long wooden pipes painted with long flowing lines which resembled streams curving around a thin trunk. The room carried a sense of strangeness and yet there was a slight familiarity to its design.
"What is this place?" I asked.
Tom nodded for a second, smiled a teeth-baring smile, and spoke quite proudly "It's an opium den. An old style opium den. The Element Cafe survives through the wonderful powers of the modern opium trade."
I stood there looking confused. I've obviously heard the tales of opium dens existing in the roaring twenties, in hidden parlours where people used to lie on beds stuffed with dried poppies and smoke their pipes with the cultural infusion of old time jazz and prohibition. But I've never heard of any opium dens existing in this day and age. Even the media hasn't mentioned that crop in the decades that I could remember. And where was the opim acquired?
Tom must've seen the puzzled look on my face and somehow he must have guessed what I was thinking for the next sentence spoken by him was: "I grow it."
"What?" I asked, not sure if I had heard him correctly.
"I grow the opium myself. It's not illegal, you know, to grow the poppies. Hell, even if it was the cops still wouldn't do anything about it. How many cops nowadays know how what an opium poppy looks like? You think they'll go after it with all the attention nowadays being focused on petty things like marijuana and media scare stories of heroin and crack cocaine? No, they ignore it. It's, in their view, a very small problem, and, in my view, it isn't a problem at all. It's a bussiness opportunity. An opportunity to keep the Element Cafe alive and its doors open."
"Grow it? Grow it where?" I had to ask. I just couldn't imagine vast fields of opium poppies flowering in some lot in downtown Manhattan. It would be too apparent, too obvious. There are too many drug freaks in this town to let a field like that go unmolested.
"Whereever I can grow it. Wherever there's space. I don't need to grow that much. Only a few dozen bowls or so. Nobody who comes here for a smoke is a hard and tight regular opium user. This is a sort of... recreational area. Like an expensive cigar shop into which people wander into only on special occasions. I run this place like a place of celebration. Of sorts."
"And who are your customers? How do they find out about this place?"
Tom gave out a belly laugh and brought his voice down a notch, "People find out about this place by word of mouth. They come here to enjoy themselves and relax in anonymity. And I think they'd like to stay that way."
With that he smiled, turned around, and walked out of the room. I took one last look around and followed him out.
A week later I moved out from New York City and settled in Boston, Massachussets. I've lost all contact with Tom and his Element Cafe which now, in my mind, held that mystical tint of a memory of a thing so pleasantly strange that its reality is slightly doubted by the reasonable mind. A little bit of dream stuff hiding in our reality like a pearl in the sands. And every time I think back to that one day I smile and sip my tea in simple silence.
The Fin.
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I'm too tired and lazy to read the whole story back and see if part 2 makes sense in the context of part 1. Hope this doesn;t suck and I hope everybody who reads it will comment on it. Your feedback and opinions are always accepted. Moo.
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| Plans for today 2004-09-23 08:09:11 ET |
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Yes, yes, I plan to finish the Element Cafe story today. I know that I've been putting it off. Anyways...
Today's plans are to go to the post office to pick up a package, then head over to the library to return some books. Then I'll be meeting up with friends and we'll go and explore some abandoned highway.
Stuff...
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