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Beit Iba checkpoint #1
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here, Palestinians’ identification numbers are compared to a list maintained by occupation forces. if their number matches a number found on the soldier’s list, the Palestinian is detained and often transfered to a military prison.
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earlier in the day, when i was at the internet cafe, i had a disturbing experience with a man who has become a good friend since i spend nearly an hour a day with him for the last few months. he stormed into the office angry, which is a state i had never seen him in. he threw down a knapsack and sat in his swivel chair sulking and cursing, running is hands backwards through his hair. this man works and is in school all day. he wakes up and goes to school, then leaves school and goes to work, leaves work and goes to school, and later leaves school and comes back to work where he stays until the cafe closes at 1am. so needless to say, he has little time to go see his family who lives near jenin.

so over the last few days he got his ducks in a row, finished his school work early, and took off work to go see his family. he has not seen his family in more than three months, and he keeps saying how much he misses his mother and brothers. so today, he went to school with his knapsack, and went off north to see his family for the first time in three months. in order to get to the villages near jenin, you need to pass through beit iba checkpoint. problem is, today, occupation forces decided to close beit iba checkpoint.

he waited for hours, and no movement. he went up to speak to the soldiers, hoping that his pleads would allow his passage, but no. so defeated, he lowered his head, turned around and came back to nablus. when i saw him, he was so sad and so angry. ‘fuck them, fuck the soldiers,’ he said over and over again. he is a real gentle man who when he doesn’t see me for a few days calls me and tells me that he misses me. it was really hard to see him like this. just another day living under foreign occupation, with your life in the hands of a foreign army.

from blog entry:
occupiedlove.blogspot.com/2006/10/nablus-craziness-kidnap…

this society is beautiful. people will wait 4 hours to pass a checkpoint, but if a parent holding a baby enters, those who have waited will part and not move until the baby is allowed through. incursions, collective punishment and direct violence have taught the people to look out for one another, to act for the whole.

i saw it today at the checkpoints, and i’ve seen it in homes all around. every day i meet people in nablus, balata, askar, evicted from 1948 palestine. they left haifa, tiberias, jerusalem, elot and the like. they moved into camps and cities. this collective suffering had formed a collectivity of unity. water is passed from hand to hand through checkpoint crowd more congested then nazi train cars.

when we delivered 4 bags of pita, hummus, meat, lebaneh, and water to the 7 men in detention at beit iba checkpoint, they shared it amongst themselves, then with the man in isolation, and then delivered us back enough food for all 5 of us. they refused to take any more then they could eat and refused to leave is without a lunch, despite the obvious fact that we bought the food for them. the only way we were able to make them keep the four bottles of water is be refusing to extend our arms over the razor wire to grasp the black plastic bags. they drank it quickly.

from blog entry:
occupiedlove.blogspot.com/2006/11/journal-community-check…

ISM report on a day of craziness at Beit Iba checkpoint:
www.palsolidarity.org/main/2006/11/02/cp-chaos/



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Seagull preening
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Seagull and her baby
Dominican gull
angry seagull
Two seagulls walking
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Colors Lake
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Long-long ago, there was a kingdom in West Java. The kingdom was ruled by a king. People called their king His Majesty Prabu. Prabu was a kind and wise king. No wonder if that country was prosperous. There’s no hunger in this kingdom.It was a very happy condition. But it was a pity that Prabu and his queen hadn’t go any children. It made the royal couple very sad. Some old men and woman who were respected by Prabu suggested the king to adopt a child. But Prabu and the queen didn’t agree. “No, thank you. But for us, our own daughter or son is better than adopted children.”The queen was very sad. She often cried. That was why Prabu devoiced to go. He went to the jungle. There he prayed to God. Everyday he begged for a child. His dream comes true. A few months later, the queen got pregnant. All people in the kingdom felt happy. They sent many presents to the place to express their happiness.Nine months later, a princess was born. People sent their presents again as a gift to a little princess. This baby grew as a beautiful teenager then.Prabu and queen loved their daughter so much. They get what ever she wanted. It made princess a very spoiled girl. When her wish couldn’t be realized, she became very angry. She even said bad things often. A true princess wouldn’t do that. Even through the princess behaved badly, her parents loved her, so did the people in that kingdom.Day by day, the princess grew more beautiful. No grills couldn’t compare with her. In a few days, princess would be 17 years old, people of that kingdom went to place. They brought many presents for her. Their present’s gift was very beautiful. Prabu collected the presents. There were really. Many presents. Then Prabu stored them in a building. Some times, he could take them to give to his people.Prabu only took some gold and jewels. Then he brought them on the goldsmith. “Please make a beautiful necklace for my daughter,” said Prabu, “My pleasure, Your Majesty, “the goldsmith replied. The goldsmith worked with all his heart and his ability. He wanted to create the most beautiful necklace in the world because he loved his princess.The birthday came. People gathered in the palace field. When Prabu and Queen appeared, people welcomed the happily. Prabu and his wife waved to their beloved people.Cheers were louder and louder when the princess appeared with her fabulous pretty face. Everybody admired her beauty. Prabu got up from his chair. A lady gave him a small and glamorous pillow. A wonderful necklace was on it. Prabu took that necklace. “My beloved daughter, today I give this necklace to you. This necklace is a gift from people in this country. They love you so much. They presented it for you to express their happiness, because you have growing to a woman. Please, wear this necklace,” said Prabu.Princess accepted the necklace. She looked at the necklace in a glace. “I don’t want to accept it! It’s ugly!” shouted the princess. Then she threw the necklace. The beautiful necklace was broken. The gold and jewels were spread out on the floor.Not everybody could say anything. They never thought that their beloved princess would did that cruel thing. Nobody spoke. In their silence, people heard the queen crying. Every woman felt sad and began crying too. Then everybody was crying.Then there was a miracle. Earth was crying. Suddenly, from the under ground, a spring emerged. It made a pool of water. The place was getting full. Soon the place became a big lake. The lake sank all of the kingdom.Nowadays the water on that lake is no as full as before. The is only small lake now. People called the lake “Talaga Warna”. It is mean “Lake of Color”. It’s located is Puncak. West Java. On a bright day, the lake is full of color. So beautiful and amazing. These colors come from shadows of forest, plants, flowers, and sky around the lake. But some people said that the colors are from the princess’s necklace, which spread at the bottom of the lake.

I’m So Hungry!!!
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She’s like a little baby, so if the meal is not on the table on time, she’ll get angry and still hungry… ;D

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PODCAST 31: Below Tobacco Road
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"From the land of shotgun weddings and child brides …" comes the last Big Enchilada podcast of 2010 featuring hillbilly, honky tonk, rockabilly and crazed country sounds. Among the artists represented here are Hasil Adkins, Tav Falco, Hank III, Rev. Beat-Man, Angry Johnny & GTO, The Defibulators and, from the chic salons of Espanola, N.M., The Imperial Rooster! Plus there’s an entire of segment of songs from the mysterious Twisted Tales from the Vinyl Wastelands series. You don’t need champagne on New Year’s Eve. Just drink a jug of this musical moonshine from Below Tobacco Road!

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Here’s the playlist:
(Background Music: Buster’s Crawdad Song by The Tune Wranglers) Tobacco Road by Tav Falco Pig Fork by The Imperial Rooster
Corn Money by The Defibulators
49 Women by Jerry Irby & His Texas Ranchers
Blue Moon of Kentucky by Rev. Beat-Man
Punchy Wunchy Wickey Wacky Woo by Hasil Adkins

(Background Music: The Magnificent Seven by Jon Rauhouse)
TWISTED TALES FROM THE VINYL WASTELANDS SET
Burn Your Bra, Baby by Bennie Johnson
Dark Angel by Benny Joy
Arson Carson by Willie Swanson
Swamp Gas by The Space Walkers
Auctioneer Lover by Wendy Powers
The Guy Who Looks Like Me by Big Shorty
Marijuana, the Devil Flower by Johnny Price
Lover Man Minus Sex Appeal by Cousin Zeke

(Background Music: Steel Guitar Stomp by Hank Penny)
Feelin’ Right Tonight by Marti Brom
Okie’s in the Pokie by Jimmy Patton
In the Nuthouse Now by Angry Johnny & GTO
Long Hauls, Close Calls by Hank III
Good Morning Judge by Louis Innis & His Stringdusters
(Background Music: Tobacco Road by Southern Culture on the Skids)

You like this hillbilly stuff? If so, then you’ll probably like some of my previous episodes like:

Episode 26: Hillbilly Pigout
Episode 22: Honky in a Cheap Motel
Episode 16: Hillbilly Heaven
Episode 10: More Santa Fe Opry Favorites
Episode 8: Santa Fe Opry Favorites Vol. 2
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OBAMAS DEATH PANEL—— GUESS WHAT FOLKS IT’S ALIVE AND WELL—”CRAZY PALIN” NOT SO CRAZY NOW
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Berwick Sets Up Death Panels By Fiat
By Jeffrey Lord on 12.28.10 @ 6:09AM

"If they would rather die they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population." — Ebenezer Scrooge in Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol

Sarah Palin was right.

John Boehner — make that Speaker-elect of the House John Boehner — was right.

While Americans were busy celebrating with family and friends and presumably not paying attention to the news, the New York Times, in a story ironically dated Christmas Day — a holiday celebrating the birth of the Prince of Peace — reported the following:

Obama Returns to End-of-Life Plan That Caused Stir

WASHINGTON — When a proposal to encourage end-of-life planning touched off a political storm over "death panels," Democrats dropped it from legislation to overhaul the health care system. But the Obama administration will achieve the same goal by regulation, starting Jan. 1.

In other words, the 2009 charge leveled by former Alaska Governor Sarah Palin and the then-House Minority Leader Boehner that Obama fully intended to set up what Palin termed government "death panels" — panels that Boehner said would set the government on the road to euthanasia — is no longer a charge.

It’s reality. By executive fiat — in this case a new Medicare rule issued by Obama Medicare chief Dr. Donald Berwick.

Palin, who made the charge on her Facebook page on August 7, 2009 during the health care debates, came under a fusillade of scornful and demeaning political attacks from political opponents after pointedly saying this about the prospect of death panels:

And who will suffer the most when they ration care? The sick, the elderly, and the disabled, of course. The America I know and love is not one in which my parents or my baby with Down Syndrome will have to stand in front of Obama’s "death panel" so his bureaucrats can decide, based on a subjective judgment of their "level of productivity in society," whether they are worthy of health care. Such a system is downright evil.

Her famous sharp criticism was enough for the plan to be quickly dropped by Congress.

Now, with Americans absorbed in a festive holiday and ignoring Washington momentarily, the Obama administration has found a way to achieve its death panel goal anyway, as the Times now admits. Says the paper of the new Christmas death panel regulation that replaces medical science and voluntary private judgment with the inevitable pressure of politicized health care :

Congressional supporters of the new policy, though pleased, have kept quiet. They fear provoking another furor like the one in 2009 when Republicans seized on the idea of end-of-life counseling to argue that the Democrats’ bill would allow the government to cut off care for the critically ill.

Which is another way of saying something else:

Governor Palin has been vindicated. Speaker Boehner has been vindicated.
And Palin’s critics in particular now have more than holiday eggnog all over their faces. Obama’s Dr. Berwick has re-ignited one of the most hotly controversial issues of the entire health care debate just as a conservative ascendancy prepares to take power in the next Congress. With no less than Boehner himself taking the gavel from Nancy Pelosi as the new Speaker of the House.

What does this new rule say and do, exactly?

It inserts the federal government in end-of-life planning, precisely as Palin said was Obama’s intention. Not, as was true of its original legislative formulation, every five years. But annually. No one of any sense objects to an individual and doctor having end-of-life discussions about living wills and such whenever they wish. Only the Obama administration and its obsession for control wants the government to incentivize the issue so that doctors must raise it annually, a system that on its face pressures the most deeply vulnerable of Americans in the most Orwellian of terms to end their lives.

Control and pressure. Pressure and control. This is the only two-step philosophical/political dance liberals know. It is, as it were, primal. And the Berwick Medicare rule, constructed in secret and released on Christmas Day when it no one is looking, is a perfect example — if hardly the only example — of how the Obama Administration views its role. Control and pressure. Pressure… and control.

Versus the conservative concept (shorthand version) of liberty and freedom.

Says the Times of the Obama Administration’s justification for its secretive move to mandate death panels by regulatory fiat:

In this case, the administration said research had shown the value of end-of-life planning.

Research? What research could possibly justify a government-sponsored annual attempt to pressure a poor, disabled, or elderly American into believing that they would be better off dead because they’re costing society too much money?

British research. Says the Times:

"Advance care planning improves end-of-life care and patient and family satisfaction and reduces stress, anxiety and depression in surviving relatives," the administration said in the preamble to the Medicare regulation, quoting research published this year in the British Medical Journal."

You read that right.

British research is being cited in the preamble of this Medicare death panel rule as a justification for the new rule — a stunning turn of events that will surely launch a firestorm over trying to remodel the American health care system after the hotly criticized British health care system. A system that makes no pretense of politically rationed health care.

Part of the furor launched over Palin’s remarks was the discovery by millions of frightened Americans that Obama health care bureaucrats admired the British health care system — where the government in fact rations health care on a political basis and decides who should live or die based on what is called the "QALY" — Quality-Adjusted Life Year. This has been discussed previously in this space — in fact just over a week before Governor Palin wrote her Facebook statement. It has also been discussed by health care consultant David Catron here where he explained how the QALY system worked.

In Catron’s words: "A year of perfect health, for example, is given a value of 1.0 while a year of sub-optimum health is rated between 0 and 1. If you are confined to a wheelchair, a year of your life might be valued at half that of your ambulatory neighbor. If you are blind or deaf, you also score low. All that remains is to assign a specific dollar value to the QALY and, voilà, your life has a price tag."

Princeton’s controversial Dr. Peter Singer, a liberal and big believer in the British health care system, happily related the British politicization of medical decisions in a New York Times Magazine article during all of this, an instance in which "Britain’s National Institute for Health and Clinical Excellence gave a preliminary recommendation that the National Health Service should not offer Sutent for advanced kidney cancer." Why? The government said it was too expensive and therefore simply denied the drug. This in turn led to a furious reaction even from stiff-upper-lip Brits with charges their government was "immoral" and willing to let patients die. Grudgingly, the drug was eventually approved. But not before one angry British woman, whose husband’s life was at stake, angrily asked: "What price is life?"
As this is written the Obama Food and Drug Administration is now taking Americans down this same path, rejecting the breast cancer drug Avastin with what many are citing as unbelievable science — but very believable political concerns that the drug is, in the bureaucrats’ view, too expensive. Thereby inserting the judgment of political bureaucrats for medical science — and the freedom of patients to order the drug. Here’s this from the Heartland Institute:

According to Sally Pipes, president of the Pacific Research Institute, the FDA’s decision is not based on the best outcome for patients but instead on the expense of Avastin, produced by Genentech, which can run as high as ,000 per year for a single patient.

The FDA claims its decision had nothing to do with Avastin’s cost and was based solely on the drug’s medical effectiveness," Pipes said. "This isn’t believable. Every year about 40,000 American women die from breast cancer. Avastin is the last hope for many not to meet that fate. While the drug is costly, it often provides immense benefits to patients.

Somewhere an American woman with breast cancer is surely saying the same thing as her British counterpart: "What price is life?"

Singer had an answer. Really. Said the famous Bioethics professor: "Life as a whole has no meaning. Life began, as the best available theories tell us, in a chance combination of gasses; it then evolved through random mutation and natural selection. All this just happened; it did not happen to any overall purpose."

Thus, since life really has no overall purpose, the government should be in the business of using Medicare to pressure the poor, the disabled and the elderly that — nudge, nudge — isn’t it time to bid the planet hasta la vista?

WHICH BRINGS US TO DR. DONALD BERWICK himself, the Obama administration’s Medicare recess-appointed head of the Center for Medicare and Medicaid Services. Dr. Berwick personally issued the Christmas Death Panel Rule, confirming in spades why he received a recess appointment from Obama. It was clear to Senate Democrats that Berwick’s chances of surviving a Senate confirmation battle were iffy at best. Why? Precisely because Berwick was well on record as expressing his deep admiration — make that lust — for the British government run system, saying: "I am romantic about the National Health Service; I love it. … The NHS is one of the astounding human endeavors of modern times."

So Obama waited until he could skip a Senate debate and vote entirely and just recess-appoint Berwick — who in turn is doing exactly what his record suggested he would do.

Sure enough, the philosophy used by the British is precisely what Berwick used to describe the new Berwick Rule. Reported the Times of Berwick:

"Using unwanted procedures in terminal illness is a form of assault," Dr. Berwick has said. "In economic terms, it is waste. Several techniques, including advance directives and involvement of patients and families in decision-making, have been shown to reduce inappropriate care at the end of life, leading to both lower cost and more humane care."

So.

What do we have here?

• The death panels were written into the original version of ObamaCare.

• Governor Palin, speaking out in her famous Facebook post, pulled back the shroud surrounding this horrifying idea. Less noticed at the time — but undoubtedly a headline grabber now — Minority Leader Boehner agreed, citing alarm over government sponsored euthanasia. Said Boehner:

Section 1233 of the House-drafted legislation encourages health care providers to provide their Medicare patients with counseling on "the use of artificially administered nutrition and hydration" and other end of life treatments, and may place seniors in situations where they feel pressured to sign end of life directives they would not otherwise sign. This provision may start us down a treacherous path toward government-encouraged euthanasia if enacted into law.

Obama protested he had no intention of "pulling the plug on Grandma" — but the idea, embodied in Section 1233 of the House version of the bill, was pulled from the final bill in part because of Palin’s — and Boehner’s — focused attention.

• Obama installs Dr. Donald Berwick to head the Medicare program as a recess appointment because Berwick’s controversial enthusiastic embrace of the British health care system and its death panel procedures would have prevented his confirmation.

• On Christmas day 2010, the Times reports the death panel idea will become a Medicare rule on January 1, 2011 — that would be four days from today. How? By fiat. As a government Medicare "rule" or "regulation" as put forth by the government agency now run by Dr. Berwick. The rule is justified because Berwick believes the government must "reduce inappropriate care at the end of life" A Berwick spokesman says the government should be saying to elderly patients, vulnerable patients, disabled patients — patients like Sarah Palin’s famous Down’s syndrome son: "When the time comes, do you want us to use technology to try and delay your death?" Nudge.

• Elizabeth D. Wickham, executive director of LifeTree, a pro-life educational organization, says of the new rule: "The infamous Section 1233 is still alive and kicking. Patients will lose the ability to control treatments at the end of life."

Oh yes. Did we mention no one was supposed to know about all of this?

Congressman Earl Blumenauer, the Oregon Democrat who wrote the original provision in the House version of ObamaCare that was unmasked by Sarah Palin, has put the word out to his allies. Says the Congressman’s office in an e-mail to his allies:

While we are very happy with the result, we won’t be shouting it from the rooftops because we aren’t out of the woods yet. This regulation could be modified or reversed, especially if Republican leaders try to use this small provision to perpetuate the "death panel" myth.

We would ask that you not broadcast this accomplishment out to any of your lists, even if they are "supporters" — e-mails can too easily be forwarded…Thus far, it seems that no press or blogs have discovered it, but we will be keeping a close watch and may be calling on you if we need a rapid, targeted response. The longer this goes unnoticed, the better our chances of keeping it.

No wonder Blumenauer wants to keep this quiet.

Did you catch that word "us" in the sentence from Dr. Berwick’s spokesperson?

Here’s the sentence again:

When the time comes, do you want us to use technology to try and delay your death?

The word "us" refers not to a doctor and his patient. It refers to the government..

When Obama health care adviser Dr. Ezekiel Emanuel was cited by longtime health care expert Betsy McCaughey as discussing the idea that patients with dementia should be denied treatment, Emanuel’s defenders (he is also the brother of ex-Obama White House chief of staff Rahm Emanuel) floated a Time magazine story saying Emanuel "only mentioned dementia in a discussion of theoretical approaches, not an endorsement of a particular policy." Oblivious to the fact that that no less than the President himself expressed a version of the same sentiment (as has Berwick) when he went on national television to answer a woman’s observation that at over a hundred her mother was very vital with a lot of spirit, and shouldn’t that be taken into account in any government health care decision? Said Obama: "I don’t think that we can make judgments based on peoples’ spirit. That would be a pretty subjective decision to be making. I think we have to have rules…."

Government rules. Like the rule just issued by Dr. Berwick.
A rule that effectively is now going to bully individuals — doubtless many of them poor, disabled or elderly. Ironically creating a system where you will only escape Obama’s government sponsored Big Chill if you are, say, a rich liberal.

In effect the administration is trying to bully Congress by making an end-run with a regulation because Congress said no to Section 1233.

The Heritage Foundation has accurately noted yesterday that, quite aside from the substance here — the new Berwick death panel rule or the FCC’s new net neutrality rules and so on — the real issue is the Obama administration’s clear intent to govern by executive fiat now that it has lost control of the House and, effectively, the Senate as well. Government-by-Obama fiat will be the subject of a furious struggle in the new Congress.

Says Heritage by way of focusing on a return to government by elected officials rather than a central government of rule-making un-elected bureaucrats:

"There is also the Congressional Review Act, which allows Congress to review and overrule regulations issued by government agencies."

Which is to say, the Berwick rule can be undone — if the Congress orders it undone.

This episode is a reminder that Governor Palin took a lot of heat for bringing attention to this issue. No one expects her critics — now proven wrong by Berwick — to give her any credit for being right. Or for that matter to the new Speaker Boehner.

But the fact remains that Palin has shown leadership here — one might call it presidential-style leadership — in persisting with an issue that is now coming back to bite the American people in the form of a new Medicare rule on death panels — reported of all days on Christmas day.

No wonder John Boehner will be Speaker of the House.

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January 2009 – Photo a Day
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1. Chicken Piccata: Mis en place, 2. The Dinner Bell at My House, 3. Winter Growth, 4. Angry Clouds, 5. Me and my dogs on a snowy day, 6. Everyone into their place, 7. Heaven in Their Eyes, 8. Panorama of Mount Timpanogos, 9. Horse Warming, 10. UFO Littter, 11. Here is my mouse, 12. My lover and our baby, 13. Becky puts on makeup, 14. Interpretations of Serious, 15. What Time is it? Martini O’Clock, 16. At the Italian Restaurant, 17. Riches, 18. My Evening Martini, 19. Uber, 20. In the Kitchen, 21. Against Monsanto!, 22. Listeners, 23. Friday Night’s at Home, 24. Tavian, 25. Scape Goat Pale Ale, 26. Green Room, 27. Laura Hamblin on Iraqi Women Refugees, 28. My lover makes sandwiches, 29. Country Road, 30. Winter Slug, 31. immanence32. Not available33. Not available34. Not available35. Not available36. Not available

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Creating a Garden from Scratch on the Cheap in Cape Agulhas,
The Southernmost Tip of Africa

For those of you who know me well, you will understand I cannot live in a place for longer than a few weeks without feeling the need to garden. Even when Graham and I have been in the bush camping in order to get the proverbial perfect photo or sketch for our paintings, I end up with a collection of “wonderful finds” carefully arranged in a corner of our camp and insist on carting them home for my garden. In fact, I have become rather suspicious of my family over the years, as when I suggest a walk, they seem to insist on finding out exactly where I intend going…just in case it is in the direction of a large piece of driftwood, unusually shaped rock or something equally fascinating that they would be enlisted on hauling back in the direction of home grounds. They have also gained the ability to look the other way when I see a plant that I do not possess, as I have a slight tendency to nip off a small piece and pop it in my pocket, bag and sometimes even my bra. In fact one of their favourite stories they enjoy retelling with great mirth is when we were having tea in Meikles Hotel and I saw a lush green creeper growing in a large pot which was cascading over a cleverly wrought frame in the lobby. As I had noticed that the plant had numerous babies nestling up closely to the mother plant just crying out to come home with me, I decided that I just had to adopt one of them and take it with me in my handbag…Kerry and Taryn looked at their Dad and whispered, “Oh no, guess what The Mother is thinking of doing…” They had read my mind well. My hand had already darted into the pot and salvaged the biggest baby plant I could find and with a quick flick of wrist it was in my bag in an instant. Pretending to not know me in the slightest, my family had fallen back behind me in a close-knit group as I walked innocently out the lobby, totally unaware that my newly acquired plant was not as small as I had thought and there was a long and healthy vine undulating slowly over the carpet out of my bag like an exotic leafy tail behind me. The doorman smiled and stopped me saying, “Oh Madam, it appears you have something falling out of your handbag,” and with that he most courteously rolled up my plant and helped me to carefully tuck it into the cavernous depths of my bag. Thinking of how absolutely charming and polite the smiling doorman had been, I happily walked towards our car. Looking around for my family I saw them standing on the hotel steps doubled up with laughter and pointing at me…I wondered what on earth was so funny.

Now that those of you who do not know me so well have some insight on my passion for plants, I shall now proceed to tell you of my wonderful day spent gardening this Wednesday:

Chris-Jon, the local gardener was highly recommended to me last week by the lady who runs a popular Bed and Breakfast establishment across the road from our house. She said, “Hire Chris-Jon to work for you once a week. He’s not clever and does not ask too many questions, does not always turn up at work drunk and I think is younger than he looks. Besides, he has a bicycle, so you do not have to fetch and carry him to and from his house on the other side of town.” I thought he sounded like an ideal candidate for my employ, so arranged to interview him that evening. At five thirty Chris-Jon banged loudly on my front door shouting, “Missus, Missus…I am here!” The thing I noticed when I first set eyes on Chris-Jon was that he had no front teeth and a great deal of exposed pink gums on show as he smiled at me over the open stable door. He also had a rasping cough that didn’t sound too healthy, but he seemed willing and very keen to work for me, on the condition that I pay him in cash, provide early morning sandwiches and coffee, lunch and coffee and definitely not to forget he liked to have afternoon coffee at three o’clock. As this is more or less the norm in South Africa, I agreed to his conditions of employment. Promising he would be at my house by 8 am Wednesdays, he clambered onto his bicycle and wobbled off into the wind as it was a blustery day. I watched him disappear down the road and wondered how such a skinny little guy with a possible touch of T.B. and large exposed gums with a gap in them where his front teeth should have been lodged was going to cope with what I had in mind for my newly planned garden.

As promised, Chris-Jon arrived on this last Wednesday. Later than 8 am, as he explained his bicycle had a puncture on his way to work. Disregarding his excuse, I set him to work digging a new flower bed. Grateful that he had arrived, as the last gardener had run away saying I gave him too much work digging holes. He just liked to mow, weed the lawn and drink coffee by the gallon. Much to my surprise, Chris-Jon completed his task in good time and then asked me, “En nou…die blomme Missus…where are they?” I told him I couldn’t afford plants and we were going into the bush to get them for free. Whilst he loaded a spade and pick into the boot of the car I could hear him muttering that no Missus he had ever worked for in his life had asked him to dig blomme out of die veld. As the car passed though our gate my intrepid passenger obviously thought he had me figured, “Missus…is it because you used to be a Zimbabwe farmer’s wife that you get plants this way?” I told him he was very clever to come to this conclusion and he seemed satisfied.

I never travel far without my camera in case of getting the perfect shot, so as we drove along the costal drive I screeched to a halt and stopped the car… I had seen a clump of arum lilies on the side of the road that I thought would make an attractive and hopefully saleable photograph, “I want to snap those flowers Chris-Jon,” pointing at the arum’s. “Oh vaark-lillies Missus,” said Chris-Jon as he clambered out the car to see what I was up to. So engrossed in what I was doing, I did not notice that Chris-Jon had got the spade out of the boot and was leaning on it. He must have thought I liked the arum’s so much that I had to take a record on camera of the before and after of its transplantation. Looking at the arums, I asked Chris-Jon who was nonchalantly reclining on the spade behind me why they were called vaark-lillies in Afrikaans…they didn’t look like pigs at all. My musing was abruptly brought to a halt as the man and his wife in the house across the road started to yell and scream at me in aggressive voices, “Hey, get the hell away from those plants!” Looking down the hill on the other side of the road I saw their rotund son who had been fishing in the sea, was clambering up the rocks toting his rod and kit in one hand, a deck chair in the other and sporting a large floppy hat that made him look like a toadstool. Breathing heavily, he brandished his fishing gear at me threateningly. Wondering what on earth I could have done to upset these people I had never met in my life, I turned around to see Chris-Jon with the spade and realised what sort of tableau we must have created…obviously we looked as if we were digging up the protected plants! “No Chris-Jon!” I muttered at him under my breath, “The only plants I wanted to capture from here were on film!” By now the apoplectic son was moving in fast and I could see the sweat of excursion glistening on his brow. “We better go now Missus, that boss does not look friendly,” said Chris-Jon who had already deposited the spade back in the boot and was sitting in the passenger seat ready for a quick get-away. So I jumped into the car and made a hasty retreat with the nature lovers bellowing in the fumes of the car’s exhaust. I had no idea the area in which we had stopped was a Nature Reserve and thought it would not be prudent to try and explain to these angry people that in all innocence I was only taking pictures of these coveted indigenous plants. “Oh dear Chris-Jon, what will we do when I drive back past them later on?” I moaned. Chris-Jon placated me by telling me not to worry as there were plenty of white cars that passed along the road and they would never recognise me again. I really hoped he was right.

By then Chris-Jon was sorry for me and wanted to help me get free plants, so he said he knew exactly where we could go to get them and took charge by barking directions while I steered the car round corners, over road humps, through a residential area that led to an exit down the main road out of town. Totally mystified, I meekly turned left down a dirt road when Chris-Jon told me to and noticed seagulls screeching and swooping down onto something obscured by the bend ahead in the road. Then this dreadful smell wafted over the car and through our open windows, “Ohhh, what is that smell and where on earth are we going?” I questioned my travel companion, trying not to breath in the prevailing obnoxious odour. Chris-Jon did not answer and my eyes widened as I saw what lay ahead…the town garbage dump! Very proudly, with his gummy smile, Chris-Jon announced, “We are here now Missus. This is where we will get you free plants.” He must have seen the look of amazement on my face because he very slowly and patiently explained to me that this is where the plants that people thinned from their gardens were brought by the Municipality on their garbage truck each week. Seeing the logic behind his thinking, it didn’t take me long to clamber out the car and follow him to a pile of reeking debris and burst garbage bags. There were quite a few local people from the near-by fishing village digging and poking amongst the bags and for some reason their rummaging came to a total stand-still when they saw me, – I can’t for a minute think why. Calling out to Chris-Jon, they asked why we were on their turf and after much explaining and laughter; I was welcomed into their fold like an old friend. An old crone led us to a show of greenery and we all dug amongst the piles of refuse for my “free flowers.” It appeared the old crone was the matriarch of the tip and bossed her younger members into carting the slightly wilted plants down to the car where they were carefully deposited into the boot. Eventually I decided it was time to leave, mainly because the smell of all the rotting waste had lodged itself up my nose, in my hair and clothes and besides, the boot was almost full, so I called to Chris-Jon who was inspecting a rather nice looking travel-bag that had lost its zip and said it was time to go. Overhearing me, the old crone asked me if I wouldn’t mind taking her back to the fishing village. As she had been so helpful I said I would. With a huge cry she shouted to someone on one of the piles of rubbish and the next thing I saw six children of ages ranging between six and sixteen scurry down to the car with boxes, bags and two huge rolls of linoleum that had at one stage of its life been fitted on a kitchen floor. There was absolutely no way I was going to fit all of the old crone’s fly-ridden treasures into the car, let alone the six children, the old crone and by now a large cross-breed dog who obviously was a fond family pet. I rushed down the side of my pile of rubbish and sadly explained to the old crone, (well actually with Chris-Jon importantly translating my English into Afrikaans,) that if she looked at the size of my car, which certainly was not a pick-up truck or anything like one, that I simply could not fit her goods, family and dog in. Besides…where was I to sit? After all I was the driver! She thought things over and very graciously told her troopers to put their goods on their heads and they all marched off down the road in single file with the dog reluctantly trailing behind as he had been sniffing an interesting bag with a sardine can in it. Relieved at diverting a possibly unpleasant scene, I suggested to Chris-Jon to leave behind the hat he had now found which had something nasty smeared on its brim and get in the car.

On our way through the village Chris-Jon shouted, “Stop!” Concerned, I slowed down and pulled up on the side of the road, praying that he hadn’t changed his mind about the awful hat and was going to ask me to go back to the dump to get it. The next thing I knew was Chris-Jon had leapt out the passenger seat and was hailing a wizened old man with a scraggly grey beard wearing a brightly crocheted beanie on his large head. “Come Donkey, come for a lift,” called Chris-Jon. Donkey ambled over and got into the back of the car and cheerily said “Hullo Missus, how are you today? My name is Donkey.” He leant over the driver’s seat, took my hand in his and shook it with great aplomb. By now I really thought things had gone too far and demanded to know what was going on. Chris-Jon looked hurt and told me Donkey was his brother-in-law and they were taking me to his boss’ house which had been sold. Donkey and his wife, (who is Chris-Jon’s sister), had been asked to stay on as caretaker until the new owner arrived for the holidays in December. Apparently Donkey had a thriving plant nursery at the back of the house and was selling to the public, but because Chris-Jon was my gardener and had mentioned to him I liked free plants, Donkey most generously informed me I could have some as a present. Well, what could I say to an offer like that? Naturally we headed towards Donkey’s nursery. It was a most interesting set-up and soon the car was full of pots and cuttings. But I decided it was time to leave when Donkey told me to look at some ground cover over two mounds and said it looked like a large breasted lady wearing a bra. The owner had abandoned his ginger cat and Donkey said he was looking after it. I almost weakened and packed the cat in the car along with the last pot, but thought Graham would not be too pleased, so left the feline to a fate held in the hands of Donkey, who incidentally told me he was nick-named Donkey because he worked like one. I secretly begged to differ on that front as the garden was totally overgrown and unkempt like Donkey’s beard. Waving good-bye to me like a long lost pal, Donkey called out that he may have given me plants for a “pressie”, but he expected a “donation” to be given to Chris-Jon when I paid him at the end of the day! Chris-Jon nodded and said he would see that Donkey got the “donation” as he rode past Donkey’s house on his way back home. (I felt I had been caught up in a slight bit of pre-meditated gardening conspiracy between the two wayward relatives.)

Driving home along the costal road in trepidation I was pleased that the bellowing, arum protecting family did not come running out breathing fire and brimstone onto their front lawn as I drove past their house. Perhaps Chris-Jon was right about us being incognito in a white car…anyway; with a feeling of total relief I pulled up outside our home and asked Chris-Jon to offload the plants and Donkey’s pots. Chris-Jon told me he would do that, but I would have to do my own planting, as it was four thirty and he was knocking off. I thought that I had enough of him and his antics for one day and rushed to get his pay, not forgetting to include Donkey’s “donation.”

Once Chris-Jon had left I set about planting out my new bed and my friendly next-door neighbour ambled over to see what I was doing. She asked where I had got all the plants from and I proudly explained that I had got them from the town dump. Horrified, she asked me if I hadn’t been scared. Wondering what on earth she was on about, I asked her why I should have been afraid, and she said that she believed there were unsavoury characters who hung out on the dump. I told her they did not look dangerous at all, but that I thought the smell was the only unsavoury thing to experience there. “Oh Susan, promise me you will never go there again,” she implored, “I will give you free plants from my garden any time, just stay away from that terrible place.” I told her that I would do her bidding. Besides…she had offered to give me free plants from her garden.

The following morning there was a knocking at my front door. Two of my neighbours were armed with baskets full of cuttings and plants from their gardens…they had heard my story from my friend next-door and came bearing free gifts.

Next week Chris-Jon shall dig another flower bed in my garden. I have planned just where it shall go. This time I shall not have to go far a field, as I now have four neighbour’s gardens I can raid with their blessing and I have promised them all I shall not return to the dump… In all honesty I had no intention of ever doing so again. It was a place to experience only once in my gardening life and never again. Besides…my friend next-door has arum’s in her garden and I have ear-marked them for a shade-bed. As for Donkey…I rather suspect I shall be seeing more of his donkey-work in the future.

Susan Cook-Jahme©2005

Dominican gull / Gaviota dominicana
Angry Babies

Image by Aztlek
Seagull and her baby
angry seagull
Two seagulls walking
Maternal gaze
Seagull preening
Seagull portrait

Cymax Baby

Halo 3: Angry Smeagel’s Swat 50 Exterm

This is on my third account – Lubed Babies.



Nice Angry Babies photos

A few nice Angry Babies images I found:

Beit Iba checkpoint #4
Angry Babies

Image by Michael.Loadenthal
earlier in the day, when i was at the internet cafe, i had a disturbing experience with a man who has become a good friend since i spend nearly an hour a day with him for the last few months. he stormed into the office angry, which is a state i had never seen him in. he threw down a knapsack and sat in his swivel chair sulking and cursing, running is hands backwards through his hair. this man works and is in school all day. he wakes up and goes to school, then leaves school and goes to work, leaves work and goes to school, and later leaves school and comes back to work where he stays until the cafe closes at 1am. so needless to say, he has little time to go see his family who lives near jenin.

so over the last few days he got his ducks in a row, finished his school work early, and took off work to go see his family. he has not seen his family in more than three months, and he keeps saying how much he misses his mother and brothers. so today, he went to school with his knapsack, and went off north to see his family for the first time in three months. in order to get to the villages near jenin, you need to pass through beit iba checkpoint. problem is, today, occupation forces decided to close beit iba checkpoint.

he waited for hours, and no movement. he went up to speak to the soldiers, hoping that his pleads would allow his passage, but no. so defeated, he lowered his head, turned around and came back to nablus. when i saw him, he was so sad and so angry. ‘fuck them, fuck the soldiers,’ he said over and over again. he is a real gentle man who when he doesn’t see me for a few days calls me and tells me that he misses me. it was really hard to see him like this. just another day living under foreign occupation, with your life in the hands of a foreign army.

from blog entry:
occupiedlove.blogspot.com/2006/10/nablus-craziness-kidnap…

this society is beautiful. people will wait 4 hours to pass a checkpoint, but if a parent holding a baby enters, those who have waited will part and not move until the baby is allowed through. incursions, collective punishment and direct violence have taught the people to look out for one another, to act for the whole.

i saw it today at the checkpoints, and i’ve seen it in homes all around. every day i meet people in nablus, balata, askar, evicted from 1948 palestine. they left haifa, tiberias, jerusalem, elot and the like. they moved into camps and cities. this collective suffering had formed a collectivity of unity. water is passed from hand to hand through checkpoint crowd more congested then nazi train cars.

when we delivered 4 bags of pita, hummus, meat, lebaneh, and water to the 7 men in detention at beit iba checkpoint, they shared it amongst themselves, then with the man in isolation, and then delivered us back enough food for all 5 of us. they refused to take any more then they could eat and refused to leave is without a lunch, despite the obvious fact that we bought the food for them. the only way we were able to make them keep the four bottles of water is be refusing to extend our arms over the razor wire to grasp the black plastic bags. they drank it quickly.

from blog entry:
occupiedlove.blogspot.com/2006/11/journal-community-check…

ISM report on a day of craziness at Beit Iba checkpoint:
www.palsolidarity.org/main/2006/11/02/cp-chaos/

Beit Iba checkpoint #7
Angry Babies

Image by Michael.Loadenthal
earlier in the day, when i was at the internet cafe, i had a disturbing experience with a man who has become a good friend since i spend nearly an hour a day with him for the last few months. he stormed into the office angry, which is a state i had never seen him in. he threw down a knapsack and sat in his swivel chair sulking and cursing, running is hands backwards through his hair. this man works and is in school all day. he wakes up and goes to school, then leaves school and goes to work, leaves work and goes to school, and later leaves school and comes back to work where he stays until the cafe closes at 1am. so needless to say, he has little time to go see his family who lives near jenin.

so over the last few days he got his ducks in a row, finished his school work early, and took off work to go see his family. he has not seen his family in more than three months, and he keeps saying how much he misses his mother and brothers. so today, he went to school with his knapsack, and went off north to see his family for the first time in three months. in order to get to the villages near jenin, you need to pass through beit iba checkpoint. problem is, today, occupation forces decided to close beit iba checkpoint.

he waited for hours, and no movement. he went up to speak to the soldiers, hoping that his pleads would allow his passage, but no. so defeated, he lowered his head, turned around and came back to nablus. when i saw him, he was so sad and so angry. ‘fuck them, fuck the soldiers,’ he said over and over again. he is a real gentle man who when he doesn’t see me for a few days calls me and tells me that he misses me. it was really hard to see him like this. just another day living under foreign occupation, with your life in the hands of a foreign army.

from blog entry:
occupiedlove.blogspot.com/2006/10/nablus-craziness-kidnap…

this society is beautiful. people will wait 4 hours to pass a checkpoint, but if a parent holding a baby enters, those who have waited will part and not move until the baby is allowed through. incursions, collective punishment and direct violence have taught the people to look out for one another, to act for the whole.

i saw it today at the checkpoints, and i’ve seen it in homes all around. every day i meet people in nablus, balata, askar, evicted from 1948 palestine. they left haifa, tiberias, jerusalem, elot and the like. they moved into camps and cities. this collective suffering had formed a collectivity of unity. water is passed from hand to hand through checkpoint crowd more congested then nazi train cars.

when we delivered 4 bags of pita, hummus, meat, lebaneh, and water to the 7 men in detention at beit iba checkpoint, they shared it amongst themselves, then with the man in isolation, and then delivered us back enough food for all 5 of us. they refused to take any more then they could eat and refused to leave is without a lunch, despite the obvious fact that we bought the food for them. the only way we were able to make them keep the four bottles of water is be refusing to extend our arms over the razor wire to grasp the black plastic bags. they drank it quickly.

from blog entry:
occupiedlove.blogspot.com/2006/11/journal-community-check…

ISM report on a day of craziness at Beit Iba checkpoint:
www.palsolidarity.org/main/2006/11/02/cp-chaos/



Nice Angry Babies photos

A few nice Angry Babies images I found:

OBAMA…THE GREAT WARRIOR…….WTF?..OVER
Angry Babies

Image by SS&SS
LOL LOL LOL LOL
BET ALL THOSE RUBE LIBERALS WHO SIGNED ON TO THE "HOPEY CHANGEY" EXPRESS ARE FEELING REALLY REALLY STUPID RIGHT NOW

OBAMA WOULD NEVER WAGE WAR LIKE "BABY KILLER BUSH" ………LOL LOL LOL

THE FU*KTARD MICHEAL MOORE IS PISSED I’LL BET……….. THE CHICAGO CARNY HUCKSTER HUSTLED HIS OWN DUMBER THAN DUMB VOTER BASE ……….LOL ……MAYBE WE CAN CAPTURE SOME LIBYAN SOLDIERS AND EXPAND GITMO LOL

YA ………………………..OOOOK!……..THATS THE TICKET

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March 20, 2011
Obama Attacks Libya, and Where’s Congress?
By J.B. Williams
On the eighth anniversary of the day President George W. Bush ordered U.S. troops into Iraq in 2003, with the full support of the U.S. Congress and majority support from the U.N. Security Council, Barack Obama launched a Tomahawk missile assault on the sovereign nation of Libya with no majority support in the U.N. and without even consulting Congress.

Acting alone while Congress was away on recess, solely at the command of the United Nations and without constitutional authority, Barack Obama dropped over million worth of Tomahawk missiles on Libya — a dictatorial maneuver to force a regime change in a foreign land.

Under what authority did Obama green-light this dictatorial assault? To be certain, Qadaffi is no prize, but what Obama just did is nevertheless unacceptable. Acting all alone in a truly imperialistic fashion, Obama violated his oath of office, Articles I and II of the U.S. Constitution, and the War Powers Act — all in one mindless, knee-jerk decision.

Article II, Section II of the U.S. Constitution identifies the U.S. president as the commander-in-chief and the civilian oversight of the U.S. military. But the clause gives the U.S. president no authority to use military might to enforce his political will upon foreign nations.

Article I, Section VIII of the U.S. Constitution bestows the power to declare war solely on the U.S. Congress. It requires both the commander-in-chief and Congress to commit U.S. troops to combat, without which any deployment of troops is wholly unconstitutional.

The 1973 War Powers Act was put in place to prevent a U.S. president from doing exactly what Barack Obama just did.

SEC. 2. (a) It is the purpose of this joint resolution to fulfill the intent of the framers of the Constitution of the United States and insure that the collective judgment of both the Congress and the President will apply to the introduction of United States Armed Forces into hostilities, or into situations where imminent involvement in hostilities is clearly indicated by the circumstances, and to the continued use of such forces in hostilities or in such situations.

A U.S. commander-in-chief can order use of military force under only three specific conditions:

a declaration of war,
specific statutory authorization, or
a national emergency created byan attack upon the United States, its territories or possessions, or its armed forces.

The U.S. Congress has not declared war against a foreign nation since WWII. But when George W. Bush sent troops into Afghanistan and Iraq following the September 11, 2001 attacks on U.S. soil, not only did he consult Congress in advance, but he sought and received specific statutory authorization from Congress before ordering troops into combat. Bush complied with the Constitution and the War Powers Act under conditions (2) and (3). He also had a broad coalition of U.N. partners driven by years of U.N. resolutions defied by Iraq.

In the case of Obama and Libya, none of the three necessary conditions exist.

Congress did not declare war.
Congress was not consulted and did not give specific statutory authorization.
The U.S. was not attacked in any way by Libya, which presented no threat to the U.S. or U.S. assets.

As a result, Barack Obama had no constitutional authority to attack Libya with over million worth of U.S. taxpayer-provided Tomahawks, placing American soldiers in harm’s way in yet another war which cannot be justified even by the pursuit of oil.

Obama has acted alone, well beyond the scope and authority of his office and at odds with the national interests of the United States and the Constitution which he took an oath to uphold and defend.

The Washington Times has it right. Even crook Democrat Charlie Rangel has it right, saying he was angry that Congress was not consulted before the military strikes.

Rangel said that he was undecided on whether the military action against Libya was justified but that he thought that lawmakers and their constituents should have had time to weigh in. "Our presidents seem to believe that all we have to do is go to the U.N. and we go to war," Rangel said.

Crazy leftist Dennis Kucinich is asking why the missile strikes are not an impeachable offense. As we go to press, he stands alone.

Although the U.N. apparently has command over Barack Obama, this organization has no command authority over U.S. Armed Forces. Obama used U.S. soldiers illegally and unconstitutionally. These are the facts…

But where is Congress?

Antiwar liberal and libertarian politicians like Ron Paul have attacked President Bush for years on Iraq and Afghanistan, even though Bush openly sought and received congressional authority for both military actions.

Here we have a clear-cut violation and abuse of presidential powers, and where are all the Code Pink, MoveOn.org, Ron Paul antiwar types?

Who in the U.S. Congress — specifically in the Republican-controlled House — is going to launch a full-scale investigation into Obama’s dictatorial use of military might and begin impeachment proceedings? Who in the US Congress is going to put a stop to the growing insanity?

We have a runaway government acting against the interests of the United States and beyond its legal authority. Does anyone have the backbone to stop it and hold Obama accountable? Will there be an international war crimes trial for Barack Obama?

WHATS THIS………………………ANOTHER IMPEACHABLE OFFENSE AND THE NEWS MEDIA IS WHERE????………………FORGET CONGRESS WHERE IS THE MEDIA ON THESE LITTLE UNPLEASANT FACTS????…………………OH I KNOW
NEVER MIND


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