from NY times online copyright timesonline



I am going to do all this tonite, I e a lot of people will do the same:
Dorothy wrote:
“the pope didn’t talk about the slaughterings in tibet”
“so what? there were no fetuses among the dead”
…to this motherfucker.
His name is David Motari.
This is where tax payers money is going. The only think I really HOPE that at least he gets what he deserves even if it’s never going to be enough.
Today, I feel very grateful to be born and be able to live in a Western country, sometimes we forget that too easily, how lucky and blessed we are because of that. I know I sound funny in a way, but really look what just happened and how symbolic it is.
Last night I was reading different papers online to see how different countries report the news from Tibet. In Italy it’s in the first page as main article, in California, San Diego and Los Angeles it was not reported at all, in New York was the fifth article, Al Jazeera mentioned it with a little paragraph. The first page on Al Jazeera was this article of this marine in Iraq who threw a poor little puppy down a cliff, just for fun, he killed the little dog. Of course it was one of those damn marines that we know so well, they are few but still too many. It was on YouTube all over, till they removed it. It’s definitely interesting to look at the first pages of different nations’ newspaper.
The news of a little puppy killed like that is very disturbing and deeply upsetted me, but definitely the purpose of the newspaper was different, I don’t really think they obviously cared about the dog, it was again to show how America is insane. I’ll put my posting below.
What was VERY interesting is that while writing my post a lot of words where banned, it was really hard write it, you could not use half of the words, they would send you back every time till you remove the words. The word ANIMAL was banned. That says everything about their culture. Animal is always derogatory. How can I talk about a poor dog if I can’t use the word “animal”?
Why in the year 2000s there have to be people that still think in this way? Or better people that will support this in the name of something else and they are completely oblivious of truth or they choose to be in this way for corrupted views?
Here is my post: Notice how I couldn’t use the word animal:
Referring to the US marine that brutally killed the dog:
“if i had to meet this “person” you bet i would kill him, this act is unbelievable. but i don’t notice any mention ever on your newspaper on how a lot of Arab people treat (ANIMALS) dogs, donkeys, when i was in Egypt i saw unbelievable things some people would do to these creatures (ANIMALS) and that seems normal in those countries. not being racist, just asking a question, i think there are bad people and good people in every country and i think these news of this marine are been used on purpose for some reason and you know what it is.”
belinda, sweet belinda.
sleeping all day and working all night at your majestic spiderweb
preparing for the great hunt.
counting all the termites wrapped around your fingers.
you spent a week with me, under my roof.
as i thought you were my wonderful pet
you disappeared suddenly
never saw you again.
i understand.

10 anni alan, 10 anni!
ti ho cercato invano tra cipressi, ruscelli, pietre e piccoli laghetti.
nelle distese scozzesi di santa monica boulevard.
dove sei?
“and here there is no space for me…”
il tempo ha cancellato tante, troppe cose, in nome della verita’.
ogni singola volta rimane la stessa identica vibrazione,
grigia, oscura, malata,
che non ti appartiene piu’ o forse non ti e’ mai appartenuta.

Attendevi me, Phil.
Seduto su di un divano in fondo al lungo corridoio.
Per raggiungerti dovevo passare sotto una distesa
di ragnatele con numerosi ragni che dormivano,
alcuni giganteschi verdi con zampe di cactus.
Ti sei alzato mi hai dato la mano con grazia femminile
e suggerito di passare sopra i ragni e non sotto,
E’ vero. Si potevano scavalcare facilmente salendo su di una sedia.
E’ li’ mi sono svegliata, le 6:22 am di un Sabato di Marzo.
I miei tentativi di riaddormentarmi
per riabbracciarti in sogno sono stati vani.
Non sapro’ mai il seguito di questa storia
una volta oltrepassate le fitte ragnatele…
…il terrore atavico di voi che ho nutrito per anni
e’ sempre stato un mistero per me.
Forse un ricordo delle fredde cantine di palazzo?
O della claustrofobica bollente stiva del mio galeone?
Forse una memoria di prigionia e tortura?
Chissa’.
7 centimetri di carapace e altrettanti di antenne
capaci di inspiegabilmente congelare il mio sangue
in antartico umore, ora lasciano il posto
a un disgusto immenso ma carico di coraggio.
Una paletta rosa fucsia dal lungo braccio e’ la mia arma.
Una killer spietata.
Una tiratrice scelta.
Vincere questo terrore e’ uno dei piu’ grandi insegnamenti
di questa terra selvaggia, deserta, cruda come le sue
meravigliose scogliere e distese.