...And I'm not talking about myself here. However, I'm deeply distrubed and not so young after reading this news article about Lamb and Lynn Gaede, 13 yr old twins from Bakersfield, CA. They are cute as identical buttons, about as musical as the Olsen twins... and spreading messages of white nationalist supremacy and racist hate a la ze nazis!!!
Some quotes from the news article...
"We're proud of being white, we want to keep being white," said Lynx. "We want our people to stay white … we don't want to just be, you know, a big muddle. We just want to preserve our race."
Since they began singing, the girls have become such a force in the white nationalist movement, that David Duke — the former presidential candidate, one-time Ku-Klux-Klan grand wizard and outspoken white supremacist — uses the twins to draw a crowd.
Gliebe (operator of one of the nation's most notorious hate music labels, Resistance Records) says he hopes that as younger racist listeners mature, so will their tastes for harder, angrier music like that of Shawn Sugg of Max Resist. One of Sugg's songs is a fantasy piece about a possible future racial war that goes: "Let the cities burn, let the streets run red, if you ain't white you'll be dead."
Check out the kids' song lyrics on their home page prussianblue.net. Also, read the full news clip below and feel your black or brown or white blood pressure rise...
http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/story?id=1231684&page=1
And I thought being 13 was about 'best friends', braces and heart breaking idealism.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Cheat post
I shamelessly copied this hilarious post off banterist.com.
The fund for ribbons
The statistics are gut-wrenching.
Every twelve minutes, another cause suffers from lack of a ribbon.
Many of us take ribbons for granted. When cars pass us on the highway with 2, 3, even 8 ribbons it's easy for us to think that every cause has a ribbon.
Unfortunately, that's far from the truth.
No doubt you've seen breast cancer ribbons, patriotic ribbons, autism ribbons, lupus ribbons and dyslexia ribobns [sic].
Amazingly, they're only the tip of the iceberg. The sad fact is there are hundreds and hundreds of causes that end each day completely ribbonless.
Even in America.I know it's hard to believe, but even in the land of plenty, unwed mothers lack a ribbon. Cross-eyed bandits. Sephardic pimps. Churro Awareness. The list goes on and on.
That's why I'm asking you for your help.
I'm counting on you to make a small financial sacrifice. Your much needed funds will help us identify new causes.
Like Chicken Envy.
And your funds will then help us assign those causes new ribbons. Unique ribbons. Ribbons that say we care.
I'm thinking yellow and white - for the chicken part - with a frilly green edge to symbolize envy.
See? We can make a difference. That difference starts with you. Don't be discouraged by the seemingly overwhelming task ahead of us. Though there are countless un-ribboned causes - like Fat Acceptance and Dandruff Pride - we can come up with ribbons for all of them. But we need you to help.
Your contribution will help buy hundreds of shades of blue or green or yellow, not to mention low-cost icons, clip art, squiggles - whatever it takes to get the message out and stuck on the back of a car. Once we do that, we're halfway to a cure. Unless it's not a disease, in which case we're halfway to acceptance or awareness, depending.
But one thing is certain: Without your help, we can not cover this great country in ribbons. While god, guns and guts made this country great, ribbons help keep it together. Ribbons, ribbons, ribbons. And rubber bracelets.
The Fund for Ribbons needs your support. And ironically, we need a ribbon ourselves.
Sincerely,
Jan-Michael Vincent & Tone-Loc
The fund for ribbons
The statistics are gut-wrenching.
Every twelve minutes, another cause suffers from lack of a ribbon.
Many of us take ribbons for granted. When cars pass us on the highway with 2, 3, even 8 ribbons it's easy for us to think that every cause has a ribbon.
Unfortunately, that's far from the truth.
No doubt you've seen breast cancer ribbons, patriotic ribbons, autism ribbons, lupus ribbons and dyslexia ribobns [sic].
Amazingly, they're only the tip of the iceberg. The sad fact is there are hundreds and hundreds of causes that end each day completely ribbonless.
Even in America.I know it's hard to believe, but even in the land of plenty, unwed mothers lack a ribbon. Cross-eyed bandits. Sephardic pimps. Churro Awareness. The list goes on and on.
That's why I'm asking you for your help.
I'm counting on you to make a small financial sacrifice. Your much needed funds will help us identify new causes.
Like Chicken Envy.
And your funds will then help us assign those causes new ribbons. Unique ribbons. Ribbons that say we care.
I'm thinking yellow and white - for the chicken part - with a frilly green edge to symbolize envy.
See? We can make a difference. That difference starts with you. Don't be discouraged by the seemingly overwhelming task ahead of us. Though there are countless un-ribboned causes - like Fat Acceptance and Dandruff Pride - we can come up with ribbons for all of them. But we need you to help.
Your contribution will help buy hundreds of shades of blue or green or yellow, not to mention low-cost icons, clip art, squiggles - whatever it takes to get the message out and stuck on the back of a car. Once we do that, we're halfway to a cure. Unless it's not a disease, in which case we're halfway to acceptance or awareness, depending.
But one thing is certain: Without your help, we can not cover this great country in ribbons. While god, guns and guts made this country great, ribbons help keep it together. Ribbons, ribbons, ribbons. And rubber bracelets.
The Fund for Ribbons needs your support. And ironically, we need a ribbon ourselves.
Sincerely,
Jan-Michael Vincent & Tone-Loc
Thursday, October 06, 2005
...Left on a jetplane
Finally, after a whole week of being back and jetlagged, I am sitting down and taking stock of the two weeks that I spent back home in India. It has been hard for me to put my hands around the trip and actually digest every second and every sensation. Too much happened. In two short weeks. Feels very much like I just swung past the two weeks on a vine going 'aaaAAAaaaaAAAA'. The image is savage, but imagine slow motion and soft sentimental lighting.
Home! Aaah! Home! It was like I never left. I had friends zipping in and out all the time. Me zipping in and out with friends for long parts of the day, or night, as the case may be. And my parents fondly complaining (wouldn't quite feel like home without that:) ). Meeting family and old friends once in 2 years just doesn't feel right. But the amazing thing about family and old friends is that you can meet them once in 2 years, and you can start right where you left off... like you met them just yesterday. And as you sit there having chai, incredible conversations, and a bloody good time, you wish so hard that you could actually have met them just yesterday... and the day before, and the day before that.
Then there was meeting the friends of the boy friend. It's kinda like meeting the 'family'. I was already not a little nervous. And Krix the you-know-who willed that I meet the 'family' for the first time amidst loud music and lotsa alcohol. So all you who were there, kindly blame the copious amounts of alcohol for any and all nervous chatter, awkward pauses and inappropriate conversations! Yennyways, as all of the above imply, I had an absolute blast that night. And although I was initially rooting for a quieter evening, and inspite of the fact that I woke up the next morning in my in-laws' house with a god-awful-hangover, I wouldn't trade the Ghetto's night for all the wine and violin dinners in life :)
And oh! I have to mention the babies. Not in relation to that night, although it may seem that way right now. Read on. I met some of the most adorable babies in the world during this trip. First of all, they were all so unbelievably cute. Add to it the fact that they all belong to people I love. And to top it all, they all don't cry! At least they didn't during the limited time I spent with them. (Although I must confess at this point that I may not quite be able to return a baby, if she were to pop up next to me right now, to the rightful parents... coz I met so many of them little people on my trip this time. )
... And then before I could say Hattangadi, it was over. It was time to say the goodbyes, to get ganyamanya to pack our bags and to head back here.
Aahhh. India! Home! Sigh!
Home! Aaah! Home! It was like I never left. I had friends zipping in and out all the time. Me zipping in and out with friends for long parts of the day, or night, as the case may be. And my parents fondly complaining (wouldn't quite feel like home without that:) ). Meeting family and old friends once in 2 years just doesn't feel right. But the amazing thing about family and old friends is that you can meet them once in 2 years, and you can start right where you left off... like you met them just yesterday. And as you sit there having chai, incredible conversations, and a bloody good time, you wish so hard that you could actually have met them just yesterday... and the day before, and the day before that.
Then there was meeting the friends of the boy friend. It's kinda like meeting the 'family'. I was already not a little nervous. And Krix the you-know-who willed that I meet the 'family' for the first time amidst loud music and lotsa alcohol. So all you who were there, kindly blame the copious amounts of alcohol for any and all nervous chatter, awkward pauses and inappropriate conversations! Yennyways, as all of the above imply, I had an absolute blast that night. And although I was initially rooting for a quieter evening, and inspite of the fact that I woke up the next morning in my in-laws' house with a god-awful-hangover, I wouldn't trade the Ghetto's night for all the wine and violin dinners in life :)
And oh! I have to mention the babies. Not in relation to that night, although it may seem that way right now. Read on. I met some of the most adorable babies in the world during this trip. First of all, they were all so unbelievably cute. Add to it the fact that they all belong to people I love. And to top it all, they all don't cry! At least they didn't during the limited time I spent with them. (Although I must confess at this point that I may not quite be able to return a baby, if she were to pop up next to me right now, to the rightful parents... coz I met so many of them little people on my trip this time. )
... And then before I could say Hattangadi, it was over. It was time to say the goodbyes, to get ganyamanya to pack our bags and to head back here.
Aahhh. India! Home! Sigh!
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