tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72455790055414558322024-03-13T12:47:07.115-05:00Clark-WorksFor the Rambler and the IdlerAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09791351781594560318noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245579005541455832.post-39075694083169585032010-01-03T06:52:00.016-06:002010-01-04T22:27:53.484-06:00Chief Love You no Matter What<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i style="color: #38761d;"><b>Meet My First and Only Fan!</b></i></span><br />
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Woo Arf Arf!<br />
Woo-Woo WOW!<br />
Ruff Ruff!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This Dog Talk</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Hello Smart People Person!<br />
Chief happy!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Ask Chief</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Say Story Now</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Tell Story </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Story Begin</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This Me Chief Baby</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Boss Go To New Place</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Move with Boy </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chief Think River Too Big</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">No Wharf Yet </span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Boy Wear Boss Old Alaska Boots</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Still Smell Salmon</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Yum Yum!</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;"> Take Forever</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But Boss</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Build Wharf</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">This Chief Waiting.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Wait Every Morning</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">For Boss</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe Boss Come Out</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss May Go Boats! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But Boss Trick Poor Chief</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes Boss</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On River Road</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Name <i><br />
Riviere du Chien</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chief sit all day</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss May Come Back!</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sometime Boss Mad</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tell Chief </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Pugs Get Heat Stroke</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Can Die in Hot"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Not Care</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Know Everything</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Pretty Sure</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Not Understand</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Make Mistakes?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But Chief Not Tell</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Must be Wrong</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chief only Dog</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss is People!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One Day</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">See how Chief Win</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Give Up</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Now Let Chief</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chief happy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Boss All Time</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Wake Chief Wake</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Sleep Chief Sleep</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Bark At Metal-Dog</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">When Boss Go That Way </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Shell Road Hut</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">little Puggie Legs</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This Too Far From Boss</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This Other Dog River</span><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;">Chief Call Hard Dog River</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Riviere du Chien Road</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Chief Never Like</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Hard Dog River</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Scare Poor Chief</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Metal-Dogs Run Fast</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Riviere du Chien Road</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Not Soft Dog River</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Soft Dog River </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Cool Feel Good Make</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Fleas Swim off Chief</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Learn How Wait in Garage</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Still Trick poor Chief</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Boss Never Get Away!</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Boss Gone, Chief Die.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Meet More Chief Pug-Pals..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This Louie Pug</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">He Third Pug In Boss</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Pug Doggie Tribe</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Always Make Puggies wear</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Life Jackets on Wharf</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Louie naughty Puggie! Louie bite poor Chief</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Louie take Chief's TREATS!</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Louie Never Listen Chief</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Louie Bite Poor Chief</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Louie Only Puppy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Old Dog</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Chief Try Talk Louie</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In Pug Doggie-Language</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Try Tell Louie</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Not Bother People </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">When Boss Meditate, Louie!</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Louie try lie still</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Quiet under Chair</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">People Happy Chief Happy</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Then People Get Quiet</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Very Still</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Strange for People</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Louie Bad Puggie</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Bother People</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Wait</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">People Go Inside</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Talk People Language</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Louie Still Bad He Bother People! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">People Kind Not Mind</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Babies Puggies Wander</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Big People Talk</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But Flea Biting Poor Chief!</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Boss Apologize</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Say to Guests</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Pugs Must have Human Attention!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Never Mind Them"</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Guests Never Mind</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Children and Puggies</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Play People Music</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Later People Come Out Play!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Know How Do This!</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Chief Love!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Louie Learning!</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">But Louie Not Know</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">About Crabbies!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They Hurt Poor Chief Nose!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Try Teach Louie</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fun For Chief</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Way Crabbie Hold</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So Crabbie Not Hurt and Not Get Hurt</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Boy And Chief Try Teach Louie</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Careful Crabbie! Careful Louie!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Everybody Friends Now</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Let Crabbie Go Back </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Home Soft Dog River</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Boy Teach Friends Fish</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Louie Never Listen</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But Louie Just Boy-Pug</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Boy Do Same Kayak-Thingie</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Taught Boy</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Chief Afraid of Fishies!</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Boy Teach Good</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Friends Fishies Good</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Chief Worry</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But Boss Watch Children </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Okay to Swim</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">No Life Jacket</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Boss Take</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Children Dad</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ski In Blue Boat</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Children Dad</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Surprise Boss</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Can Drop Ski</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Slalom!</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Call Out</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief No Know Words</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But Love Wind</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Riding Boat Pointy Part</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Children Try Ride Ski-Bob.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Not Listen Boy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Pull Children Slow, Not Fast</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But Boy Want Fast</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ski-Bob Bounce Fly</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Boy Like Louie Sometimes!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Mischief" Boss Says</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Miss - "Mischief"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">What Mean, Chief?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Sad. Chief Try be Good!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Happy Chief Love </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">~ ~ ~ ~ ~</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Boss Not Home</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Bad Louie Got Out</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And Went On</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Riviere du Chien</i></span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Not Listen Chief</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Chief Follow Louie</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">But Kill Louie</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Come Home</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">"Where's Chief? Where Louie?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Leave Boy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Know</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Tell Boy Stay Inside</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Find Louie</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Not See Chief</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Take Chief</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Doctor Love Chief</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Love</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">So Tell About Boogie Pug</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This Was Back Before Wharf</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boogie Pug Before Louie Pug</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Boss Get Boogie from Sky</span><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;">Chief meet Baby Boogie</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">First Time Smell Boogie</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boogie Smell Just Right</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Louie Pug Never Smell Right</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Love Louie Pug</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Wonder Why Boss Not Smell</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Difference?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Know Everything</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe Boss Nose</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Better Than Chief</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Boss Boy Love Boogie </span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Chief Cry But Tell</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Boss Friends</span><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;">Come By Want Play</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Happy = Chief Happy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief chase boat.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss See Chief Swimming</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And Turn Boat Around</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Chief You Silly Pug!"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You are Bandicoot!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Not Know Bandicoot</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Bring Chief</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"If We Don't This Stupid Dog</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Will Drown Trying To Follow Us"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Tell Guests</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Make Chief Wear Life Jacket</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Proud OF Life Jacket</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">THis Want People Wear!</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Not Know Boss rules!</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Boogie chase Chief But</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Now Chief gone in</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boat with Boss</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boogie Just Like Chief</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">See Chief Jumping IN River</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To Chase Boss</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Boogie Jump In River</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But Nodofdy Know</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Because Boss Not There</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Boogie Supposed To Stay In House!</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Not Know Boogie Got Out</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Smell baby Boogie Pug,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Wonder What Wrong</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Boss Take THis Picture</span><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;">Ask Where Boogie</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Nobody Know</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Say Bad Words</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But Not Out Loud</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Smell Boss and Know</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Very Angry</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Swim and Swim</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Get In boat</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Chief Know Baby Boogie in River</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Come Back</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Boogie Is Dog River"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">He Tell</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">People Children All </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Start to Cry</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Cry</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Not Cry </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Make Happy Thing</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Children Still Unhappy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But Stop Cry</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">"Boogie 23 June 2001</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Happy Happy Joy Joy"</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">But Chief Feel Everything</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Chief Know Why Boss Not Cry</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Feel</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Know Boy</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We Not Tell Boss</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boy And Chief</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Hear Boss In Other Room</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Think He Can't Cry for Boy</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Smart Chief Not</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Love Everybody</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Cry When Boy Cry</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Cry When Boss Cry</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Cannot Walk</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Back Broke</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">By Metal Dog That Kill</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Louie</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But Chief Keep Living</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Cheif Smell Chief Fell</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe Boss Need Chief</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Not Want Chief Go </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But Pain Bad</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Cry When Doctor Tell</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Sleep</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Cry and Cry</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now Chief Happy</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Love Love</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Happy Happy Joy Joy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Puggies Dance and Sing</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Woo Woo Arf!<br />
Woo Woo Arf!</i></span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">(This Puggie Dog-Song)</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Happy Happy Joy!<br />
Happy Happy Joy</i>!</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Louie still naughty Pug</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Even here </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">on Rainbow Bridge</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Above Dog River!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And Boss Make Chief Sad</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">See Boss Sad</span><br />
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Hurting Each Other<br />
Chief Not Smart<br />
Why They Do This?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I Take Picture!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Give Suzi Pug </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Hug from Above</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wait</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Boss Not Learn Anything? </span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Boss Forget</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Nowhere He Go</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Chief Not?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chief is Boss</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Boss is Chief</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That Way It Is Now</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So Boss Give Up</span><br />
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Forever Old Pal Chief</a></b></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?ref=profile&id=1156766971">Say Hello Chief</a></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">FaceBook Like Real People!</span><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09791351781594560318noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245579005541455832.post-34589597660012854752009-12-31T06:49:00.000-06:002009-12-31T06:49:18.061-06:00Saved Voice of Opposition - for "Red Asura"<div class="" id="watch-video-details-inner-more"> <div class="watch-video-desc description"> <span> </span></div><div class="watch-video-desc description"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YwQXlSbG9o&feature=related"><span><b>BBC Video on Iran Opposition</b></span></a></div><div class="watch-video-desc description"><span><br />
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</span></div><div class="watch-video-desc description"><span>Your video is so inspiring. How can I help? <br />
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I am American. My friends are Iranian. </span></div><div class="watch-video-desc description"><span>In both countries fanaticism and ignorance and hate threaten the world.<br />
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I wondered What can one person do?<br />
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Then I thought, Why am I remaining silent?<br />
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(1) <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/new2day01202009">MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL</a><br />
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(2) MY BLOG - <a href="http://clark-works.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-person-one-world-one-love-one-heart_30.html">Clark-Works</a><br />
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(3) <a href="http://www.facebook.com/events.php?ref=sb#/group.php?gid=230659252892">New FACEBOOK group</a>:<br />
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Please keep on keeping the world informed. </span></div><div class="watch-video-desc description"><span> </span></div><div class="watch-video-desc description"><span>There are many who are awake, but who need to speak now, </span></div><div class="watch-video-desc description"><span>to come together as one. </span></div><div class="watch-video-desc description"><span> </span></div><div class="watch-video-desc description"><span>You are doing a great service. <br />
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<a href="mailto:1world1love1heart@gmail.com">Email Clark Powell</a> <br />
</span></div><div class="watch-video-desc description"><span> </span></div><div class="watch-video-desc description"><span> <a href="http://facebook.com/friend1">See Facebook profile for Clark Powell (Sakha)</a><br />
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<span></span></blockquote></div><blockquote><div class="watch-video-desc description"><span> </span></div><div class="watch-video-desc description"><div> <div class="cell msg-from-open bg-inherit" id="msg-messages.SSoa3uMh82lYG2-Iip1cQh2fLT7jTuZD0x7mZLkIiS0-from-open" style="display: block;"> <div class="user-thumb-large profilepic" id="messages.SSoa3uMh82lYG2-Iip1cQh2fLT7jTuZD0x7mZLkIiS0-profilepic"><div> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/RedAshura" onclick="inbox.prevent_bubbling(event);"><img src="http://i1.ytimg.com/i/HBFXvM5QgzPNO8t_UCbFQg/1.jpg?v=85f7e1" /></a> </div></div><div id="messages.SSoa3uMh82lYG2-Iip1cQh2fLT7jTuZD0x7mZLkIiS0-senderlink bg-inherit"> <div class="ellipsis bg-inherit" style="margin-top: 3px;"> <a class="bg-inherit" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/RedAshura" onclick="inbox.prevent_bubbling(event);" style="text-decoration: none;"> RedAshura </a></div><div class="ellipsis bg-inherit" style="margin-top: 3px;"> <div class="ellipsis-dots bg-inherit" style="display: none;">...</div></div></div></div></div><div class="cell msg-subject-closed pointer bg-inherit" id="msg-messages.SSoa3uMh82lYG2-Iip1cQh2fLT7jTuZD0x7mZLkIiS0-subject-closed" onclick="inbox.open_message('messages.SSoa3uMh82lYG2-Iip1cQh2fLT7jTuZD0x7mZLkIiS0', 0);" style="height: 15px; opacity: 0; position: absolute; width: 389px;"> <div class="ellipsis bg-inherit"> <span class="bg-inherit"> Re: Thank you. </span> <div class="ellipsis-dots bg-inherit" style="display: none;">...</div></div></div><div class="subject pointer bg-inherit" id="msg-messages.SSoa3uMh82lYG2-Iip1cQh2fLT7jTuZD0x7mZLkIiS0-subject-line-open" onclick="inbox.open_message('messages.SSoa3uMh82lYG2-Iip1cQh2fLT7jTuZD0x7mZLkIiS0', 0);" style="opacity: 1;"><span> Re: Thank you. </span></div><span> You can download and reload any of the Videos on my Channel, since they are Property of all Iranians.<br />
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At least save the videos you like, since this channel is under attack and may go down soon.</span><span> <br />
</span></div><div class="watch-video-desc description"><span> </span></div><div class="watch-video-desc description"><span>Iran 7 Dey 88 <br />
Dec 28, 2009<br />
دو شنبه 7 دی ۱۳۸۸ <br />
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BBC Iran protests Dec. 28 2009- 7 Dey 1388 بی بی سی جهانی د ستگیریهای بیشتر<br />
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The Regime of Censorship thinks, by attacking and shutting down the Peoples Voice like Shadow or Iran16Azar, and ... they can Cut us off from the World, We Know how to use Internet better than them!<br />
Long Live The Quest of Iranian Student For Democracy.<br />
Neda and all Martyrs are alive in all of US.<br />
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بر پا خيز <br />
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اگربسیجی نبود ترانه پیش ما بود شعار دانشجویان در دانشگاه تهران 17آذر<br />
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Stand by our Courageous Students <br />
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│▒│ /▒/<br />
│▒│/▒/<br />
│▒ /▒/─┬─┐<br />
│▒│▒|▒│▒│<br />
┌┴─┴─┐-┘─┘ ●●●●<br />
│▒┌──┘▒▒▒│ FREE PERSIA<br />
└┐▒▒▒▒▒▒┌┘<br />
└┐▒▒▒▒┌<br />
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فریاد بلند مرگ بر خامنه ای در خیابان های تهران<br />
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The Day of Ashura 1388 عاشوراء<br />
UNITED FOR IRAN<br />
ما میتوانیم اگر باهم باشیم<br />
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Iranian Killed Since 12 June 2009<br />
Source: NedaVoice.net @ <a dir="ltr" href="http://nedavoice.net/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://nedavoice.net/">http://nedavoice.net/</a><br />
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Here is the list of those killed in Iran, updated as information becomes available. The list is by no means comprehensive and does not include the great majority of people arrested at protests on the streets<br />
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Killed by Government Forces:<br />
Saeid Abbasi(far Golchini)<br />
Abolfazl Abdollahi<br />
Morad Aghasi (?)<br />
Neda Agha Soltan<br />
Younes Aghayan<br />
Hossein Akbari<br />
Vahed Akbari<br />
Hossein Akhtar Zand<br />
Hossein Alef (?)<br />
Kaveh Alipour<br />
Nasser Amirnejad<br />
Sohrab Arabi<br />
Kianoosh Asa<br />
Neda Asadi (?)<br />
Mohammad Asghari<br />
Fatemeh Barati<br />
prof. Jafar Barvayeh<br />
Yaghoub Barvayeh<br />
Mohammad Hossein Barzegar<br />
Hamed Besharati<br />
Hamid Hossein Beyg Araghi<br />
Sarvareh Boroumand<br />
Moharram Chegini Qeshlaqi<br />
Abbas Disnad<br />
Meysam Ebadi<br />
Alireza Eftekhari<br />
Mobina Ehterami<br />
Mohsen Entezami (?)<br />
Saeed Esmaili Khanbebin<br />
Arman Estakhripour<br />
Hadi Fallah Manesh<br />
Reza Fatahi (?)<br />
Ali Fathalian (inc. Fatualian)<br />
Mohammad Hossein Feizi<br />
Sajad Ghaed Rahmati<br />
Behzad Ghahremani (?)<br />
Ramin Ghahremani (?)<br />
Mostafa Ghanian<br />
Salar Ghorbani Param<br />
Mansour Ghoujazadeh (?)<br />
Mohsen Hadadi<br />
Iman Hashemi<br />
Masoud Hashemzade<br />
Farzad Hashti (?)<br />
Mehrdad Heydari<br />
Mohsen Imani<br />
Farzad Jashni<br />
Amir Javadifar<br />
Bahman Jenabi<br />
Majid Kamali<br />
Mohammad Kamrani<br />
Mehdi Karami<br />
Ahmad Kargar Nejati (?)<br />
Amir Kaviri (?)<br />
Hassan Kazemini (?)<br />
Shalar Khazri (?)<br />
Nasser Kheirollahi<br />
Amir Khodaie (?)<br />
Masoud Khosravi<br />
Mostafa Kiarostami (?)<br />
Parisa Koli <br />
Maryam Lotfi (?)<br />
Hamid Maddah Shourcheh<br />
Pooya Maghsood Beigi (?)<br />
Dr.Mohammad Reza Maghsoudlou<br />
Maryam Mehr Azin<br />
Milad - last name unknown (?)<br />
Amir Mirza<br />
Mr. Mo'azez<br />
Behzad Mohajer<br />
Mohsen Moradi (?)<br />
Taraneh Mousavi<br />
Mohammad Naderipour<br />
Ahmad Naiem-Abadi<br />
Iman Namazi<br />
Nader Nasseri<br />
Mohammad Nikzadi<br />
Mohammad Javad Parandakh<br />
Saeedeh Pouraghaee<br />
Mahmoud Raisi Najafi<br />
Dr. Rahimi (a lady)<br />
Fatemeh Rajabpour<br />
Ramin Ramezani<br />
Mohsen Rouholamini<br />
Davood Sadri<br />
Fahimeh Salahshoor<br />
Morteza Salahshoor (?)<br />
Yousef Saleh (?)<br />
Fatemeh Samsarian (?)<br />
Babak Sepehr<br />
Ali Shahedi<br />
Hassan Shapoori (?)<br />
Kasra Sharafi<br />
Kambiz Shoaee (Shojaee)<br />
Ashkan Sohrabi<br />
Tina Soudi<br />
Seyed Reza Tabatabayee<br />
Vahid-Reza Tabatabayee<br />
Hossein Tahmasebi<br />
Salar Tahmasebi<br />
Hossein Toufanpour<br />
Milad Yazdan Panah<br />
There are also several hundred injuries about which there is no available information. Some of the injuries could be life threatening. The Campaign has been informed that Ashkan Zahabian, a member of the Modern Faction of the Islamic Students Association of Ferdowsi University has been severely injured after attacks by members of Basiji Militia and is currently in a coma.<br />
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فریاد بلند مرگ بر خامنه ای در خیابان های تهران<br />
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شعار دانشجویان<br />
مرگ بر دیکتاتور<br />
مرگ بر خامنه ای<br />
مرگ بر احمدی نژاد<br />
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Tasua Ashura Protest Tehran Iran iranian راهپیمایی تجمع شعار شعر ايران تهران عاشور </span> </div><br />
</blockquote><div id="watch-video-tags-div"> </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09791351781594560318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245579005541455832.post-47243784973159764662009-12-30T12:17:00.004-06:002009-12-30T16:05:46.903-06:00ONE person, ONE world, ONE love, ONE heart<h2 class="date-header"></h2><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7245579005541455832" name="1521094320875405482"></a> <br />
<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #38761d;">ONE person, ONE world, ONE love, ONE heart</span></span><br />
یک فرد، یک جهان یک عشق،یک دل</h3><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">To My Friends Around the World</span></span></b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">You young people are the hope, and you must find new ways to use the people's technology for revolution<i> - indeed, for evolution!</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The world must awaken. This has already begun, and you can help with a small but true gesture. For if we do not act, who shall?<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Countries dividing the planet into warring teams? <br />
Too primitive for this new century!<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Dangerous times loom for us all.<br />
We pray for you<br />
yet we do not know we are all in danger.<br />
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</div></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">I wondered: <b><i style="color: #38761d;">What can one person do?</i></b><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7xDYVphSPN4/SzuIrtRavLI/AAAAAAAAFBg/29_Jp-3_wG4/s1600-h/GreenRev5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7xDYVphSPN4/SzuLouZEZmI/AAAAAAAAFCY/y9_xoA_slbE/s1600-h/GreenRev8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7xDYVphSPN4/SzuLouZEZmI/AAAAAAAAFCY/y9_xoA_slbE/s320/GreenRev8.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">The ignorance between cultures is now very dangerous.<br />
We cannot afford to wait for the "leaders."<br />
And we cannot afford to keep silent.<br />
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Then I thought, <i><b style="color: #38761d;">Why am I being silent? </b></i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="color: #38761d;">One love. One heart. Let's get together and feel all-rie<br />
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</i></b>as Brother Bob Marley tried to teach us in song<br />
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<b><i style="color: #38761d;">How long shall they kill our prophets?</i></b><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Forward this to someone you know. Share the link above, email to friends, link to<span style="background-color: red;"><b><span style="background-color: white;"> You</span><span style="color: white;">Tube</span></b></span> video, share on Facebook, MySpace, Twitter. Repost this anywhere, wherever you want!<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Maybe you can translate this into your native language? </span>Modify if you wish. Leave it as is. But make it your own!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who knows? Soon a hundred-million of us may speak as One ...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Now you have seen this. Now you are responsible. Now you must choose:<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">remain Alone or become All One.<br />
</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Courage! All over the world, there are many who are awake. We stand as one with you.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #38761d;"> Clark Powell</b><br />
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See this YouTube Video</a></b>. </span><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09791351781594560318noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245579005541455832.post-44595787353531362002009-12-26T07:00:00.000-06:002009-12-26T07:00:47.751-06:00Wikpedia Time<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Knowledge is Power</span></b><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Keep it free for everybody</span><br />
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Here's a thought: Why not give a dime? I finally couldn't stand the banners, band when I thought about it, I realized this was something I use so often, and <b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:CP-sakha">even contributed to Wikipedia</a></b>, I really couldn't justify not making a contribution.<br />
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Jimmy Wales, say what you will, rocks in my view. <i style="color: black;"></i><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Wikipedia is the Internet at its best</span><i style="color: blue;">,<span style="color: black;"> </span></i><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">in my view - and I have been online since 1984, with DFio-net, local BBSes and such before the InterWeb even got going.</span></span> And tell me you've never used Wikipedia. <span style="color: black;">No? Look I know you, ir you are like 99% of Internet users today. And 99.5% of all human beings: like you've never masturbated. :-) </span><i style="color: black;">Don't try to fool a pro - at both! Ha!<br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">So, go pay for it, you freeloader!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>~~~~~</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Talking football for just a while longer. Well, we have a respite until Thursday, January 7, 2010 7:00 PM (CST) when Alabama meets Texas I the Rose Bowl for the National Championship. I hear there are other Bowl games being played, but ... well, I will pretend to be interested! What on earth will we talk about after that?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Given my usual nature, I am uncomfortable about feeling confident that Bama will beat Texas. After all, we have played those dumbass Texans (yeah, I said it) nine times over the past century, and have yet to win a game:</span><br />
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<div style="margin-left: 40px;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Texas and Alabama will meet for the ninth time in the 2009 BCS National Championship Game. Since their first meeting in 1902, the Longhorns lead the series 7-0-1. The last time they met was the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1982_Cotton_Bowl" target="_blank">1982 Cotton Bowl</a> with Texas winning 14-12. A heart-breaker for <a href="http://www.salon.com/news/sports/col/barra/2002/12/07/bryant/index.html" target="_blank">Alabama's first black Quarterback</a> (thanks JP) <a href="http://blog.al.com/kevin-scarbinsky/2008/11/your_last_iron_bowl_stays_with.html" target="_blank">Walter Lewis</a></span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><b>, who went on to suffer another unforgettable loss (aren't they all?) in the 1983 Iron Bowl. <i>After 108 years, it's our turn, dammit!</i></b><br />
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</span> </span> <span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Texas vs. Alabama Game History</b><br />
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1902: Texas 10, Alabama 0 <br />
1915: Texas 20, Alabama 0 <br />
1922: Texas 19, Alabama 10 <br />
1947: Texas 27, Alabama 7 <br />
1960: Texas 3, Alabama 3 ("like kissing your sister"?)<br />
1964: Texas 21, Alabama 17 <br />
1972: Texas 17, Alabama 13 <br />
1981: Texas 14, Alabama 12</span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That's good news now. Keeps the team hungry. And you know Saban won't miss the opportunity to remind them of the Patriots of 2007.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That Texas would get into the BCS was, I recklessly and wishfully proclaimed before the Nebraska game, a done deal, a matter of Fate - they <u>had</u> to win, according to my fairy-book, so that the QB story between Bama and Texas, and plenty more, could play out! Here's what I put up at Facebook: </span><i><br />
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<div style="margin-left: 40px;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: blue;">Sat December 5, 2009</span></b><i style="color: blue;">: It is written: Alabama and Texas will meet again. This time, it's </i><i style="color: blue;">Alabama's Greg McElroy against Texas's </i><i style="color: blue;">Colt McCoy for all the marbles in Pasadena. This time it's for our second-string Texan to meet their first-string Texan, our reject to meet their star, our Seabiscuit (McElroy, everybody's "other quarterback") to have one more match-race with War Admiral (now played by Colt McCoy, after Tim Tebow passed the role) ... you gotta love this story, folks!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Who knew Texas would get in only on the final play, that field goal? You have to feel for Nebraska, a proud tradition and a heat-breaking loss, but they couldn't fight Destiny (how about that for analysis?) On the SEC Championship, you were dead on, I think:</span><br />
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<div style="margin-left: 40px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: small;">With this game, </span><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: small;">it</span><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: small;">'s even hard to predict the winner. </span><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: small;">Somehow I just have a feeling Bama will pull this one out. I think more than anything else, I think Bama wants it more.</span><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: small;"> I'm sure Florida </span><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: small;">wants</span><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: small;">it</span><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: small;"> too, but I think they have a bit of a sense of almost entitlement and maybe a wee bit of over-confidence. Bama knows everyone is picking Florida. And I think in this game </span><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: small;">it</span><span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: small;"> definitely helps to go in being the underdog - a sense of something to prove. And having lost last year's game in the 4th quarter, Bama knows they can play with Florida. And their motivation to finish the game will be at an all-time high.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Don't you feel that your conclusion before the Florida game - that Alabama wants it more - is also a factor in the game coming with Texas? I am working off that, but I also think Bama is also a superior team, and Texas probably on par with, or a tad below, Florida. My guess, without consulting the spreads or experts? Bama by two touchdowns. <b>Setting aside our dreams as Bama fans, what's your pick for the National Championship? Anyone care to commentatorize?</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And now?<br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">With college football 2009 coming to an end what will we all talk about? I hope that you are, like me, a Saint's fan (that'll get us through an extra month, as I need to step up my interest in March Madness and NBA, since I never played much basketball). For long-suffering Saints fans, this is a dream season - and for both Alabama and NewOrleans (still, we're get a test tonight) to be undefeated? even Hollywood couldn't pull off that storyline! Talking about coaches showing no class, and Florida's Urban Meyer. I was turned off of NFL football (though I stil watched some games) by the arrogance of William Stephen "Bill" Belichick, head coach of the Patriots.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">To continue the topic debated at Facebook - basically sportsmanship as it is defined in 2009, I feel his attitude infected almost the whole team (it was reflected in Tom Brady to a degree) But Bellichick did not help the sport, in my view. By contrast, you could appreciate the less arrogant, though deservedly cocky attitude of Randy Moss, and I always loved that workhorse <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wes_Welker" target="_blank">Wes Welker</a>, the most underrated MVP in football, especially since he is never even thought of as MVP!) but <b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Belichick#Illegal_sideline_videotaping" target="_blank">this notorious incident, and more significantly Bellichick's "who cares?" attitude after he go busted</a></b> was a real kick in the pants!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Despite "<b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spygate" target="_blank">Spygate</a></b>," Belichick got the 2007 NFL Coach of the Year Award, as voted on by the Associated Press. Winning has always been number one, but these days winning seems to pardon almost anything. But haughtiness goeth before a fall. Right, Tiger Woods? Right, Barry Bonds? Not that fans are always fair (right, Roger Maris?) but who you are as a human being is part of what makes someone a champion, rather than a record-holder only.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Of course Bellichick is a great football coach (the Patriots have gone 102–42 in nine regular seasons with him as head coach) but my feeling is that losing the 2007 Superbowl could help him, if he can accept the humbling, and even Brady's awful injury that kept him out of the 2008 season can win back love since fans like their heroes to rise from adversity effect on Brady, who is a terrific player and pretty haughty himself, though not so sour as Belichick. But how about the kid in his third season of his first job as a head coach - he's been with the Saints since 2006 - Sean Peyton. Anyone from anywhere who loves an underdog has to root for the "Aints" - Who dat? - make that the Saints! Before this season, from their start in 1967 through 2008, here are the cold numbers:</span><br />
<blockquote><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;">Regular Season wins 262</span><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><br />
Regular Season losses - 375</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br style="color: blue;" /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: small;">Super Bowl Appearances (Conference Champs) - 0<br />
Division Championships - 2</span><br />
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</blockquote><span style="font-size: large;">Not much to show for 32 years of football, eh? (The Saints weren't around for Super Bowl I, played on January 15, 1967). Hope springs eternal, but this year Hope has a betting chance. Season 33 for New Orleans - maybe this time it'll be different. As I write this they're still 14-0 with three games left in the regular season. The hot-shot, big-money Cowboys coming to the house tonight </span><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">[Just squeaked by in the final 6 seconds with an interception, won 24-17]</span><span style="font-size: large;">, then it's Tampa Bay on the 27th, then to finish up in Charlotte with the Carolina Panthers at high noon on January 3. Your odds on the Saints at this moment having a perfect season? </span><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">[Zero, since this was written. But hey, we'll take 16-1. Even 14-3 would be a phenomenal season. But it's not enough if the Saints at the very least win a post-season game, or even more to finally play in a Superbowl. Come on, we're 0/32 in this department!]</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Professional sports for the sports-crazed South</b>, despite the prowess of Southerners (mostly African-Southerners) in baseball and in football (go, SEC!) there's never been the interest one would expect, given the NFL and MLB teams in Atlanta and Florida. But this year, how could any fan hailing from the true deep South (which excludes the Florida pro teams, but keeps Atlanta) not celebrate the Saints, and also the Mannings of the NYG and the Colts? Archie was a great QB for both Mississippi and New Orleans, but no QB can touch his record as a father!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the US, baseball is supposedly having banner years in fan interest, according to the hype. But there are lies, damn lies, and stats, as ark Twain famously observed. The epicenter is probably somewhere between New York and the Red Sox. Sure the Phillies, the Cardinals, and all the other MLB teams have die-hard fanatics in their cities, and yes there's always the great NL/AL divide (No middle ground on this one. You're either for or against. Me? I am a National League guy, hate the designated hitter rule!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But baseball isn't cutting it with my son's generation. It is so deep in our hearts, but somehow our appreciation for the Great American Past-Time (to re-coin a phrase) the relaxed, bucolic sport hasn't been transferred to our GenX kids, raised on instant-everything. As someone rightly observed, baseball is a tradition passed from fathers to sons (or in our case, from elder brother to baby brother - remember that other year of wonders, the <i>annus mirabilis</i> of 1961 and even us in Mobile glued to the old rabbit-eared Motorola every time a game was broadcast to watch the home run chase by M&M. I still carry a secret place in my heart for the pinstripes, and Mickey Mantle was my first sports hero. But I cannot relate to the teamsand mega-buck players under the regime of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Steinbrenner" target="_blank">Steinbrenners, George & sons</a>) <b> </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Eric, you're New York born and bred. Which is bigger in Manhattan - baseball or football? You guys have four (4) freakin' Major League teams! PS: Say thank you to Mobile. We supplied the entire outfield for the Mets, I believe. How many major league teams got the benefit from Mobile, back when kids still played baseball. (Black kids, of course, along with a few white guys who <i>can</i> jump.)</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">That next generation? In the parks where we once played Babe Ruth , and Connie Mack baseball interest plummets after Tiny-Mite football, and T-ball and Little League. Teen-agers (free from the dreams of their fathers) all choose to play basketball, not street stick-ball or whiffle-ball.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Down here a few cities like Mobile even tried to drum up interest hockey with a minor league team gt at a price the budgets could afford, since games could be played in existing civic centers. We went to watch people who could skate on the stuff they call ice. That team persisted for a few minutes. What was the name of the Mobile hockey team again?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We do have a minor-league baseball stadium here, built after most of you left Mobile. The one in childhood was called Hartwell Field, and the Chuck Coners, aka, The Rifleman, played for the erstwhile Mobile Bears. you know who. The new stadium is out on Hwy 90. It's called locally, "The Hank." You know who again. Let's not foget the great Satchel Paige, whose nickname came during his days working baggage downtown at the trains station. Both of them left as soon as possible and never looked back. Wonder why?<br />
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Back to football, the 1970's, Alabama, and the Man. This is the poem.</span><br />
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<div style="color: #999999; text-align: center;"><a name="bear"</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia,serif;">Bestiary for an October Night</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /></span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: small;">It was the late 70's and I sat in the bleachers</span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><br />
</span> <span style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: small;">one windy night to toast a coach named</span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: small;">after the bear he wrestled down as a boy in Arkansas.</span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: small;">An old man now, he waited us out</span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><br />
</span> <span style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: small;">while under the lights a dance troupe from New York City</span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: small;">took to the twenty, more than a hundred</span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: small;">moving in unison in hound's tooth hats.</span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><br />
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</span> <span style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: small;">The Bear never looked up.</span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: small;">Could be so many images of one man repeated<br />
was too much even for him. Still,<br />
when the elephant came out of the end zone<br />
he was quick enough to mumble into a megaphone,<br />
"What the hell is going on?"<br />
I do not believe he had ever stopped to figure why<br />
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an elephant was the mascot of a football team<br />
named after a tide of biblical blood,<br />
only how the Crimson Tide came<br />
between the Bengal Tigers and the Nittany Lions,<br />
and where he himself stood, a game away<br />
from passing Amos Alonzo Stagg<br />
who, like the elephant, would soon be left in the outer dark.</span><br />
<blockquote><span style="color: #999999; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #444444;">Louie Skipper</span>, from </span><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Was-Orange-Persimmon-Sun/dp/1607435039/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1261229238&sr=8-1" target="_blank"><i>It was the Orange Persimmon of the Sun</i></a> (2009). Use</span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: small;">d with permission</span><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;">.</span><br />
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For football fans in the South, 2009 has been a great year. It might be a good time for non-fans, even the die-hard anti-fans, or ex-fans, to get interested in football in particular and sports in general.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;">Later at Clark-Works, more posts, other topics. We'll see. For now, let this do as my version of a Sporting <span style="color: #38761d;">Christmas</span> <span style="color: red;">Card</span>, with love for the game.</span><span style="font-size: large;"><br style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" /></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Happy holidays</span><span style="color: lime;">,</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Clark</span></span><br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09791351781594560318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245579005541455832.post-30315004165252921032009-12-17T12:06:00.002-06:002009-12-17T12:27:47.508-06:00All In Good CheerTis the Season! Passing along my Wish.<br />
merrily ripped from TSS, just to you!<br />
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May all your candles point in the right direction for 2010.<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09791351781594560318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245579005541455832.post-78067321246533450192009-12-16T23:18:00.003-06:002009-12-16T23:30:56.385-06:00Selected ColumnsThese columns are from a small (very!) alternative weekly called the <i>Harbinger</i>, now long gone. I first wrote there and at another small paper during the 1970's an 80's, moved on to bigger papers and magazines, then came back home to briefly replace the irreplaceable Stonewall Boulet Stickney, who died in 1996. <br />
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Some good soul put up an online selection. These first comes from 1996, the others from 1997.<b> </b><br />
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<b><a href="http://www.theharbinger.org/salvo/960326b.html">Requiem for Salvo</a></b><br />
<b><a href="http://www.theharbinger.org/xvi/970923/powell.html">The Lie that Tells the Truth</a></b><br />
<b><a href="http://www.theharbinger.org/xvi/971007/clark.html">JAMES DICKEY ~ Tuscaloosa MFA daze</a></b><br />
<b><a href="http://www.theharbinger.org/xvi/971028/clark.html">Allen Ginsberg in Mobile</a></b><br />
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Best read late at night, in a slightly rueful mood. A splash of Scotch or some cold white wine helps.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09791351781594560318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245579005541455832.post-73733993085247854822009-12-15T23:09:00.003-06:002012-12-23T20:15:05.299-06:00Western Mind Eastern Heart<div style="color: #666666; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-size: small;">This originally appeared in <span style="color: #20124d;"><i>Yoga International</i></span> (March/April 1996) as part of a series on the Guru-Disciple tradition. It briefs the Teacher-Student,<i> </i>Guru-Disciple or Master-Apprentice relationship in the Western and Eastern traditions<i>.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Despite obvious differences in ritual and terminology, the great spiritual traditions of the world appear to agree on one essential point -- the seeker of ultimate Reality should obtain the services a living master, zaddick, sheik, roshi, elder, lama, or guru. Anyone who takes the trouble to study the esoteric wisdom paths from primal or shamanistic cultures to the major world religions cannot fail to be struck by this repeated admonition: "Scriptures can take you only so far -- you must find a master!"</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> But is this relevant today, especially in the democratic, information-rich society of the West? Why can't we realize God or Self on our own, without involving a human guide or intermediary in this most intimate process? And how would we find such a guru anyway? How would we recognize that person as an authentic master? Are there requirements or credentials we can look for in a master, regardless of the tradition he or she represents?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Almost everyone who enters the spiritual arena with a sincere and adventurous heart eventually asks questions like these. They are not just modern issues but are basic and perennial concerns that have been raised since pre-history. Yet for some of us struggling to integrate the ancient guru-centric traditions of the East into our own time and far-different world, these have become critical and often painful questions. Indeed, some of these private struggles are now legal issues, involving not only the outrage of individuals, but the heartbreak of whole communities.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> This article will focus on the first question: Is the guru-disciple tradition valid for a modern Westerner, or is it a defunct and outmoded model, too susceptible to abuse by both charlatan "gurus" on one hand and treacherous "disciples" on the other? In the next issue, I will try to focus on the character and characteristics of the authentic guru as well as the qualified disciple, and talk about ways we might find such a teacher for ourselves, should we feel so inclined.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Because the relation between guru and each disciple is intimate and unique and because yoga has always emphasized direct experience over abstract theorizing, I hope the reader will understand why I must include as an example of the guru-disciple tradition the ongoing relationship I have with my own guru, Parthasarathi Rajagopalachari, the third in the lineage of the masters of the Raja Yoga system known as Sahaj Marg, or Natural Path. I feel that speaking of my own experience is first a matter of journalistic integrity in disclosing my own biases, and second, that my story is probably similar to that of other Westerners with other gurus, and so may serve as a kind of personal illustration of the concepts under discussion.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I am not recommending my practice or my guru over others that may be equally or even more suitable for particular readers, or suggesting that the guru path is the only way to advance spiritually. It is not. Nor is it for everyone at every stage in their spiritual journey. But at least we might have some idea of what the guru-disciple tradition is actually about so that we can decide for ourselves. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Curiously enough, the idea of benefiting from a guru is repugnant to many Americans. The "curiously enough" is inserted because, first of all, the Christian gospels present a perfect example of the guru- disciple tradition. No matter how it is interpreted by fundamentalist zealots, the New Testament is a no less than a disquisition on the role of the guru. Far from being at odds with the other great traditions of the East, Western Christianity is in harmony with Sufism, Hinduism and Buddhism regarding the role of the teacher-exemplar.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Second, it is curious that we Westerners balk at trusting a guru with our spiritual welfare when we feel no such reluctance in placing our physical well-being in the hands of other human beings almost every day. The necessity of human interdependence is a fact of everyday life. Most of us eat food grown by others, wear clothes fabricated by others, and use computers and telephones we could never have invented and whose workings we hardly understand. When we board an airplane we willingly trust our lives to a pilot we have never seen; we trust a surgeon to open our bodies under anesthesia; even when we get in a car, we must trust the driving skills of other motorists. Why then do we resist the idea of trusting an adept, who is after all an expert coach or trainer in spirituality?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Already I can hear the familiar objection: Yes, but what about the fake gurus? It is true that charlatans and psychotics often attract large followings who honestly consider them to be gurus. It is also possible for genuine masters to make simple mistakes, or, more seriously, to devolve or backslide. This is no less true today than it has been for centuries_it has always been part of the dance, and it will doubtless continue in the future. But the existence of failed or counterfeit gurus does not mean that the real article isn't out there somewhere for these tragic figures to imitate, since counterfeits are impossible without genuine originals. That authentic Rembrandts exist is not negated by the forged copies that surface; indeed, his mastery is confirmed by the counterfeits_for what fool would try to pass off a forged copy of something that was of no value, or never existed in reality? This would be like making counterfeits of pennies or of 25-dollar bills. Dismissing all gurus because of false teachers or deluded cults may be comforting for us, since it allows us to remain in our cynical easy-chairs and do nothing about our own spiritual journey, but it is a bit too simplistic to dismiss the possibility that living gurus exist based on the behavior of a few sensationalized poseurs. This is like refusing to accept money because there may be forged notes floating around somewhere.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Another misunderstanding of the guru-disciple tradition lies in the American tendency to fashion the spiritual domain into our notion of a democracy, where every individual is king and every man a priest. But even the most cursory examination reveals that men and women are at many levels of enlightenment. This is also a mistaken view of the proper relation between the guru and chela, or student, and smacks of narcissism when it derives from a desire to approach God on our own terms with our egos intact, or even inflated by our imagined accomplishments. "I did it my way" may be fine for Frank Sinatra, but the wise ones understand the old proverb: "There is not room for two in one cot -- if God is to come into your heart, you must be absent."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> In short, few Westerners appreciate what the guru-disciple tradition really involves. Many of us have accepted as a substitute for this understanding the familiar of media scandal mentality. We imagine some phony imperious leader who is suspiciously like ourselves in his desire for admiration and sex and money. Furthermore, this guy, who is invested with all our own projected weaknesses, has duped a throng of gullible saps into believing him and obeying his every wish, just as the newspapers and newscasts reassure us whenever they can find such an example. Others among us secretly harbor a kind of comic-book expectation that our guru will be an infallible super-hero with miraculous powers of clairvoyance and other flashy yogic <i>siddhis</i>. Unfortunately, even those of us who have taken the trouble to gain direct experience with a guru are often influenced by these popular misconceptions. In the mind's continuing battle between defensive cynicism on one hand and naive romanticism on the other, the reality of the guru before us is often difficult to locate.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Despite these difficulties, many in the West are beginning to see that the ancient guru-disciple tradition of the East is actually one of mutual love and respect between two very human beings. It need not be "transformed" to suit Western tastes, because the Eastern tradition has always been a reciprocal relationship between the master and heart-child, a relationship as often filled with fun and laughter as with difficulty and release. The tradition of the guru, at least as I have experienced it, is certainly is not the culture-bound, patriarchal lord-and-serf affair that is currently being portrayed in some New Age circles.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Perhaps I've simply been fortunate in my selection, but issues of power and authority do not arise between my Master and me any more than they would between a grandfather and his grandchild. We simply enjoy being together. Along with many in the West, I am coming to realize that no experience is more wonderful or more endlessly fascinating than having a lifelong relationship with a worthy guru. It is a relationship which can expand to fill the entire universe, a mystery which embraces all other possible human relationships -- mother and infant, father and son, friend and companion, mentor and student, lover and beloved. Some of us are beginning to understand that knowing a Guru may be the greatest delight and the most fortunate experience that can come to a human being.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> My own master, whom we call simply Chariji, loves to joke and spin our unspoken biases. For example, once when I walked into his kitchen he greeted me this way: "Hello, boss!" Seeing that I was somewhat startled by this, he added, "Oh Clark, you are like most people. You don't want to have a boss, do you? But you see, I want more and more bosses, for that would mean more people are accepting my services." Chariji is very clear that a guru must be one who is ever ready to serve, and should have absolutely no ideas of pride or arrogance, for as he was told by his own guru, "At the outset I cannot say that I am one of the best masters, but your experience will tell that I am one of the best servants."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> That being the case, I once suggested to Chariji that the word "master" is not a good one to use since it seems to get Americans so riled up, and that maybe the word "servant" should be used instead. He thought a moment, and said, "No, it would not be appropriate. In India, when we say `Master,' the word does not imply a relationship, you know, master and slave. `Master' really means only `one who has mastered himself.'" And to this we might add a second quality: "One with the power to make others like himself."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Though one's relation with a true guru is not hierarchical -- at least not from the viewpoint of the guru, who sees the Divine in all -- neither is it some casual, buddy-buddy kind of thing. Human as the guru may be, he or she is also an extraordinary being whose divine nature must also be reckoned with. Therefore, surrender and obedience have always played a central role in the life of the disciple. Even so, Ram Chandra of Shahjahanpur, who is my own master's guru (he was known as "Babuji" since he worked as a clerk or babu), once told Chari that even when a master gives an order, the disciple must always verify it in his heart before acting, for whether he obeys his guru or not, the disciple remains responsible for his own choices and actions. In the same vein, Babuji's master, Shri Ram Chandra of Fatehgarh (or Lalaji, as he was known affectionately) made this observation:</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">So in the end, there is no inner Master, no outer Master. There is only the Master, withing and without. Such a condition in Sahaj Marg is called <i>layavastha</i>. It is very rare, and not everyone is made for this particular aspect of the Path.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> At this juncture, those who reject the idea that they can benefit from a guru often don't appreciate the magnitude of the inner mountain which stands between them and the Ultimate. Eventually, we may come to understand that the Path is filled with incredible difficulties and blind alleys of <i>maya</i> and ego, and why it is said that hundreds of lifetimes can be spent exploring what turns out to be a dead end. We can easily mistake the crests of foothills for the final summits of spirituality, and never realize we have stopped far short of our destination. The trek is often tedious and seemingly endless, and an experienced guru serves as both a comfort and a goad to keep us moving on till we have left even the mountain itself, and come to a place where there are no more valleys, no summits, no path, no master, and no disciple.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Once we find this out for ourselves, we can see that it may not be childish dependency but mature judgment that leads some to seek the guidance of a master. For as the old proverb says, "If you wish to know the Way, find the one who travels up and down upon it."</span></span></div>
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A. George Gobel: Boy, it sure seems that way sometimes. <br />
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</span></span></i><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Q.</span></span></span><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> You've been having trouble going to sleep. Are you probably a man or a woman? </span></span></span></b><b><i><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A. Don Knotts: That's what's been keeping me awake.</span></span></i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;">Q.</span></span></b><b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: #3d85c6;">As you grow older, do you gesture more or less with your hands when talking?</span></span></span><i><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A. Rose Marie: You ask me one more growing old question, Peter, and I'll give you a gesture you'll never forget</span></span></i></b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">!</span></span></i></b><b style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></b></span><br />
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<b style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;">Q. </span></span></b><b style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;">Paul, what is a good reason for pounding meat?</span></span></b> <br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A. Paul Lynde : Loneliness!</span></span></i></b></span><span style="color: #0000dd; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #0000dd; font-family: Verdana;"> <br />
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</span></span></i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #45818e;">Q. </span></span></span></b><b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">If you're going to make a parachute jump, how high should you be?</span></span></span><i><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> <br />
</span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A. Charley Weaver: Three days of steady drinking should do it. </span></span></i></b></span><br />
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</span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A. Rose Marie: No wait until morning. <br />
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</span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A. Charley Weaver: My sense of decency. <br />
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A. George Gobel: I don't know, but it's coming from the next apartment. <br />
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A. Paul Lynde: Because chiffon wrinkles too easily. <br />
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A. Rose Marie: Ralph, the pin boy.<br />
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A. Paul Lynde: Tape measures. <br />
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A. Rose Marie: Unfortunately, Peter, I'm always safe in the bedroom. <br />
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</span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A. Marty Allen: Only after lights out. <br />
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A. Paul Lynde: Make him bark? <br />
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</span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A. Paul Lynde: Whatever it is, it would never be afraid of the dark. <br />
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</span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A. Charley Weaver: It got me out of the army.</span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> <br />
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</span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A. Paul Lynde: Mine may be abused, but it certainly isn't neglected.</span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> <br />
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</span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A. George Gobel: Get it in his mouth. <br />
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A. Paul Lynde: Who told you about my elephant?</span></span></i><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;"><br />
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</span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A. Charley Weaver: I'll lend him the car, the rest is up to him <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A. Charley Weaver: His feet.</span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> <br />
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A. Paul Lynde: Point and laugh</span></span></i></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> </span></span><br />
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This survey at Salon.com has 20 questions, takes 2-5 minutes: "Range is 1-100. Most fall somewhere in the middle, but there's a significant minority at either extreme." Survey says:</div>
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This survey itself measures only one thing -- whether you subscribe to the ideas of a 16th century Italian political philosopher. But experiments have shown that reactions to Machiavelli act as a kind of litmus test, delineating differences in temperament that can be confirmed with more traditional personality inventories.<br />
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High Machs constitute a distinct type: charming, confident and glib, but also arrogant, calculating and cynical, prone to manipulate and exploit.</div>
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True low Machs, however, can be kind of dependent, submissive and socially inept. So be sure to invite a high Mach or two to your next dinner party.</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">On Tue, Dec 15, 2009 at 8:41 AM, Chris </span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> wrote:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I just finished your 'Bama article on Clark-Works. I've read bits and pieces on Facebook and through email, but the completed article is truly fantastic. Powerful and well written, dear Clark. I'm so impressed with your writing skills and powers of observation on the world around us, and honored to be your friend.</span></div>
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Chris, you are clearly the one to blame for this! You didn't think I would fail to exploit this compliment, did you. What, me a "<b>high Mach</b>" scoring 62? Think again, <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=boyo" target="new">boyo</a>!<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Seriously, I've let this blog linger on a dusty <a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/desuetude">desuetude</a> for a year or so now. Maybe I can do something with it. The idea is to have fun.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09791351781594560318noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245579005541455832.post-61119344760481856832009-12-14T19:42:00.001-06:002009-12-14T19:42:38.634-06:00Facebook | Clark Powell: On Bama fans and Mobile, Alabama: Hard Words<a href=http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=218535367526>Facebook | Clark Powell: On Bama fans and Mobile, Alabama: Hard Words</a><br /><br />Posted using <a href="http://sharethis.com">ShareThis</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09791351781594560318noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245579005541455832.post-82514034569667552252009-12-13T05:15:00.001-06:002009-12-14T20:33:35.175-06:00Sunday Onanism (A work in progress)BEGUN: Sunday 13 December 2:30am CST<br />
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<a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/de/Sexpatent01-excerpt.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="167" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/de/Sexpatent01-excerpt.png" width="200" /></a><small>A patented device designed to prevent masturbation by inflicting electric shocks upon the perpetrator, by ringing an alarm bell, and through spikes at the inner edge of the tube into which the penis is inserted. (2)</small><br />
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Yup, you read it right: <i>Sunday Onanisim!</i><br />
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I just had to steal this from <a href="http://www.sundayonanism.com/" target="new"><b>a great blog</b></a> written by a great friend. C2C, you know who you are!<br />
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Anybody here know what Onanism means? Raise your hands!<br />
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Yes, you little Johnny, in the back of the class ... Well yes, Onanism does means masturbation. That's the usual definition. Let's learn more!<br />
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It's time for for our friend, Mr. Wikipedia. I want you to type in <b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onanism" target="new">Onanism (this will open in a new tab or window)</a></b>. What do you see?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/71/Michael_von_Zichy-1911-Onanie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/71/Michael_von_Zichy-1911-Onanie.jpg" width="350" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">Masturbation, 1911, copper engraving by Mihály Zichy.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Well, it is artistic—wait, what's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onanism#Masturbate-a-thon" target="new">this</a>? </span></i><br />
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<ul><li> Female: 7 h, 6 min (Ms. Kitty Kat, San Francisco, 2008)</li>
<li> Male: 9 h, 58 min (Masanobu Sato, visiting from Tokyo, Japan and representing the Tenga company; San Francisco, 2009)</li>
</ul>Most orgasms:<br />
<ul><li> Male: 31 (Michael Hariprem in 2008)</li>
<li> Female: 94 (Pernille from Copenhagen, Denmark in 2008) <br />
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</ul><span style="font-size: large;">You say there are more photos, little Johnny? No, children, don't scroll around the page! Stop laughing, little Johnny! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sally, stop crying! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">All right, turn off your laptops <i>right now!</i></span><br />
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We're all adults here, right? At least old enough to read Wikipedia. So let's talk. First, a show of hands. Anybody here not guilty of committing the sin of Onan? Raise your hands. Both hands! Not you, Miss Sally? Nor you, Mr John? And how old are you now? Sixty? You're sure you have never masturbated, not once in your whole life? That's not a sin, but it is a shame. I mean, it's nice to be a virgin when you are sixteen, but when you're sixty?<br />
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All right let's try this one more time. Back to Wikipedia. Now take the <i>jism</i> - make that <i>ism</i> - out of Onan<i>ism</i>. This time <b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onanism" target="new">Search Wikipedia for Onan.</a></b> See? That's the one we're looking for.<br />
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A lot of you already knew about the Genesis 38 story of (disambiguated) Onan, son of Judah, younger brother to Er, elder brother of Shelah. Onan was a middle child. So Judah finds a wife marries off his firstborn son, Er, to Tamar. So far so good, but it doesn't work out for Er and Tamar because Er "was wicked in the sight of the Lord, and the Lord Killed him." Dang! Judah needs and heir, because in Genesis, it's being fruitful and multiplying. If you don't do a lot of begetting and begatting, in Genesis you just won't make the cut. Sorry, but that's the law, and not too bad a law when you think of it, especially given the name of the book. Come on, it's about genesis, not genius! So Judah sends in his back-up son, and says to Onan. “Go in to your brother’s wife and marry her, and raise up an heir to your brother.”<br />
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This doesn't sit well with Onan. Why? Well, Genesis may be all about begetting, but having heirs means having more than just you name on the Big List of begetters. Marriage also means combining the wealth of two families, having land and power. So to have an heir is to have an asset - free labor till he or she is married off, a valuable trading opportunity when it's time for marriage, and after marriage, children and grandchildren to look after you, the patriarch or you, the matriarch. Okay, so the Mom's deal is more about derived power, and from the time of Genesis, it is through the mother that one's lineage is traced. Why? Simple. Because there is no doubt about who one's mother is, Nature takes care of that. But one's father? Before DNA testing, who knew? So that's still the way it is today in Judaism (hey look, Judah gets to have his name associated with a major world religion!).<br />
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But wait, there's a problem. Here's what Genesis tells us: <b>"Onan knew that the heir would not be his; and it came to pass, when he went in to his brother’s wife, that he emitted on the ground, lest he should give an heir to his brother. And the thing which he did displeased the LORD; therefore He killed him also."</b> Dang! Exit Onan. He emitted, the Lord omitted. Bang, zoom, gone! But Onan left us with one thing, which we all still practice today. All? Pretty much. Even him? Even her? Yup. You too. Remember, both hands!<br />
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An aside - so what happened next? Any writer would see this coming. I mean, why bring up Shelah, the third brother, and leave him waiting in the wings if he isn't going to get in on the action? And so it was. But Tamar has to wait, since Shelah's only a child. And anyway, Judah wasn't so hot about sending in his final son to this hottie Tamar, a proven man-killer, “Lest he also die like his brothers.” So Tamar has to "live like a widow," the Bible reports. Lots of drama, about goats and pledges and mistaken identities, harlots, Tamar almost getting burned alive, but it all ends up with Tamar having sex with old Judah - and twin sons, Zarah who got to be the eldest only because he stuck out his hand before being born and had a scarlet thread tied around his wrist by the midwife, and Pharez or Perez, who became King David, an ancestor of Jesus Christ.<br />
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Tamar is a healthy young woman, and then, like now, healthy young women are not supposed to be interested in sex. They have to be chaste and virginal and all that. Wars have been launched over the matter of virginity and progeny. Male apes will bust any other male ape who messes with his womenfolk. Same goes for us, it seems. Whether it's Helen or Mary or Draupadi or Sita, you just don't mess with another man's wife (except in the curious case of Mary, who gets to have a lover named God, and also gets to stay a virgin - we're serious about this. Really serious! No mocking, Mister). So what if Joseph is made a cuckold by God himself. Tough, man. Good enough for Zeus, good enough for our Father in Heaven, hallowed art thou! (Watch it, Mister. This is getting close to blasphemy. We may have to do the Lord's work on you, and you don't want that, do you, not after reading Genesis.)<br />
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Okay, let's drop that and get back to Onan. (Watch out, buddy. We mean it.) Okay, let's talk about Onan as a <i>metaphor</i> then. How like Onan, we can shoot our wad (watch it!) -- okay, how we can waste our God-Given Gift, our GGG, whatever it may be, or at least not let them be fruitful and multiply. So we come, to coin a phrase, to this Note, and to my habitual scribbling on sheets or paper or in emails stuff that at one time I used to publish. What am I doing? Hand over heart, I am trying my best. Plus I like to write this way, without any pressure, fear of censorship, money to be made, deadlines to be hit. Just to write, for me to you, from one friend to another. Or if I have no one to write to or no reason to wtie, thne just to write in a journal. Dabbled in blogs, but like emails better, or comments on Facebook, or in certain internet forums. These things are kind of transitory and ephemeral, but I like that part too.<br />
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However, lately I have been writing a lot of emails, posting in a lot of blogs, writing Notes and comments hither and yon. And I find I am cutting and pasting from one email to another, or to a blog, or from a blog-post to a Note. As ideas begin to percolate, then cool and condense fro fragments and snippets into complete thoughts, it becomes necessary to put those pieces together into a more finished form, to clear the decks so you can move on.<br />
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Take this Note, for instance. It began in an email to a friend, continued as a comment to a Facebook post by Nina Snowden about her first novel, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Out-Madness-Ms-N-Snowden/dp/0977476774/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1260701991&sr=1-1" target="new"><b><i>In and Out of Madness</i></b></a>, about which Nina added a new comment yesterday on her Facebook profile:<br />
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<blockquote>My book, <i>In and Out of Madness,</i> deals with sexual addiction....the same illness that Tiger Woods has. No one has written about it in fiction, only nonfiction. Tiger has put this on the national radar. Not only does my book entertain, but it educates as well. I did a lot of research on the illness before I wrote the book.<br />
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There was already a string of comments when I added my own"<br />
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<blockquote>Nina, you just made a sale, dammit! When the movie comes out, I wouldn't need to use the Mehod to play both roles - the bipolar woman and the sex-addict she married. In fact, I was just writing about Sex and God: "Remember, the lowest ,<i>chakras</i> and the highest ones are both in overdrive in the devil-saints! Even the great sages and avatars - and yes, even Him, and even our Mother Mary - we puritans have a hard time thinking of them as human men and human women with our human flaws and urges. Hey, maybe to some I am the <i>ishta-deva</i>, but here on earth I am a man! My guru in India whispered to me in private, "Clark, show me a saint who doesn't get an erection, and I'll show you a saint who is worth much!" Sex and God keep little company in the religious mind and our hopeless division of the two. It's a shame - God was no fool when He and/or She made two sexes! Just my opinion. Watch out for lightening bolts!<br />
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I was a religion major at Vanderbilt and learned Greek so I could read the koine Greek of the New Testament. We also wrestled with a definition (not academic, not etymological, but practical) for "religion." I was, by accident of geography, born and borne into the world as a Christian, albeit a rather bland Methodist. I set out in earnest on my spiritual journey when I was 17, after a high school summer job as a Merchant Marine took me to Vietnam. Won't go into detail here, other than to say that I am still on this journey. Always will be, I suppose.<br />
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"Sin" in English carries such stern baggage! It is the way of religion, versus the way or spirituality, perhaps. I lean more toward the less judgmental and guilt-laden notion of the Buddhists, who speak of "mistakes" and "ignorance" rather than "sins." Actually, this is more in line with the New Testament. The koine (common) Greek of the Bible for sin is hamartia (ἁμαρτία) and what we call "sin" in the original means "to miss the mark." Paul was a scholar, he knew this: "for all have fallen short of the glory of theos" he wrote.<br />
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As a sentence, the verdict of sin is awfully strong. No arguing with such a sentence. And we all know what the "wages" of "sin" are! Death to you! To Hell with you! Or else: Accept your pardon - your ONLY pardon. Or ELSE! Isn't it? Be honest, is this not the bailiwick of "religion" and the twin weapons of religion: Fear of hell and hope of heaven, delivered in absolutist terms. Such intolerance is nowhere in the original New Testament, and certainly not in John or the Epistles of John, which border on heresy if you read the original! "Heresy," my wise Baptist preacher pointed out, with his usual humor, "is what other people believe!" Best definition ever!<br />
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I won't go into the beginnings of body-hatred, given a big boost by Paul, of puritanism, etc. - just think in terms of natural, loving, body-positive, healthy sex - as for me and my house, I say yum yum! (If you know the Vedas, you can say yab-yum, yin-yang). In short, where religion ends, spirituality begins. And the beginning of spirituality? Tolerance. <br />
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This is my view; maybe I am wrong. "Maybe I am wrong" is a phrase one seldom hears from a religious person, but I mean this sincerely - after my long long long pilgrimage I know this for sure: No one path, no single person can encompass all truth, all the great mystery, of the mind of God. Big Mind is beyond any concepts of Little Mind, and the variety of pronouncements about Big Mind coming from this little planet must cause Big Laughter.<br />
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So far, so good. It's now Sunday at 5:15am, so that's where we'll leave this. Now I can rest. Like God intended.<br />
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12/11 Added asides on racism, on personal history. Revised title. Appended "Fight Son" and "Rammer Jammer"<br />
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12/9 A few unfair remarks cooled. <br />
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History: I posted something about the <b><a href="http://www.facebook.com/friend1?v=app_2347471856&ref=profile">SEC Championship</a></b> from my brother, who is a big Bama fan. Did not generate many comments. It was, after all, mostly analysis.<br />
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Then I wrote a private message to one friend, and then to a lot of friends I knew to be Bama fans. In this private message, I shared <b><a href="http://500greatthings.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2009-01-01T00:00:00-06:00&updated-max=2010-01-01T00:00:00-06:00&max-results=3"> thoughts from Philip Shirley</a></b>, my old pal from T-town who now writes a very good column about Bama football at al.com called <b><a href="http://blog.al.com/tidecorner/2009/12/from_behind_enemy_lines_florid/1501/comments-newest.html">From Behind Enemy Lines</a></b>.<br />
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My concern was the tone of some remarks Bama fans were beginning to repeat, and it looked like the mean-spirited stuff was gaining a kind of general acceptance. Like it was okay. It's not okay, and I didn't not like it. So far, no response to that message. No - the other day there was one (1) reply, from Mark. <br />
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So now, this.<br />
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<i>Fair warning, it is over the edge. But I found out I had to raise the pitch to drive the point home - and I hope, to stimulate a lively conversation. A fair and balanced editorial wouldn't get it. I hope this rant merits an honest and productive discussion.</i> <b style="color: blue;">[Dec 11: since it was first posted on Tuesday 8 December, this hope has been working out okay. It has probably peaked, so I'd be selling short from here. But it's had a good run.]</b><br />
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Now I enjoy talking smack as much as any fan - after all bragging rights are an Iron Bowl tradition, an art-form of the highest order! And this year - <i>at last!</i> - Bama fans really can enjoy our day in the sun! Yet some of the smack talk I was hearing more and more stopped being witty and seemed to just turn mean. It's not like yelling in traffic at all the idiots - we all do that. Nobody can hear you. But immature flame-wars and mean-spirited taunting? Not worthy of us Bama fans. This may be okay for the lowly Texas, Florida, or Auburn louts, but not for us Crimson elite. (: Do I need to say that this is smack-talk? See, wink-wink smiley face! -> ;)<br />
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A little history. My big brother, Frank "Trip" Powell, was Student Council president of Murphy in 1964, the year the first black student came, and he was assigned the task by the administration to "look after that colored boy" and try to keep the racial violence down. He saw how we white folks treated Henry Hobdy. Urine poured into his locker on a regular basis, bumps in hallways during class-change, books scattered, constant threats both subtle and outright, beatings. The South - and he rest of the country - has come a long way since then. Racism is no longer so obvious. And by racism, I do not refer only to whites against blacks, but the other way also. (And throw in browns, yellows, the whole spectrum while you're at it. Racism must have external markers to work right. How can you be racism agaist people with 0-positive blood? But you can if they ae old, or fat, or young, or poor, or if they have a funny dialect.)<br />
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A few guys on this list were on the first football team where a black student managed to make it through the summer two-a-days. I was one of those guys. That didn't happen till 1970. In 1971, the year my wife graduated, the anger finally erupted in blood and broken glass at Murphy. I showed up that day to visit my History teacher, Harriett Lillich, and that's what I found - blood and broken glass. The school empty. I tried to ask Ms Lillich what happened but she stopped me: "How did you get past the police cordon?" My wife is a graduate of Murphy, one of the few in the class of 1971 who did not move to Davidson High School or UMS - anywhere but Murphy.<br />
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I also taught for several years at Murphy, and aimed a lot of criticism in my Press-Register column at the black community. I'll tell them straight to their face that they are messing up what was given to them by those who came before. I am certainly no comfy liberal, far removed from what is happening. I still live in the South. And my wife still teaches, as she has for 25 years. We've both seen unbelievably bad behavior from the younger generation of black kids.<br />
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So don't give me this "Oh, Clark doesn't get it. Or dismiss it with what my high society friends whisper when they think I can't hear: "You know he's always been crazy. He's just an a-hole. He's not one of us." Damn right! I'd plead to those charges. But I still get this stuff from people who don't know a thing about me other than the guy the remember in high school, or college. It's the same for you, I'll bet. It is hard to be who you are among those who know who you were!<br />
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At age 58, I petty much know who I am and who I was - yes, I was at times an insufferable ass, and sometimes I was pretty crazy. So what? I'm pretty sure most people could find similar critics. Yet after 25 years based here in Mobile, I also I know some other things, some wonderful, some I do not like and never did. I am tired of keeping quiet: there is a special brand of racism in Mobile. We never had real riots here. We are too polite. You can find this in John Howard Griffin's visits to Mobile as a white soldier about to ship out in 1942, and again when he "passed" as a black man in 1959. He saw two very different Mobiles as he reported in <b><i>Black Like Me.</i></b> Or more recently, in an excellent documentary <a href="http://www.theorderofmyths.com/index2.html"><b>The Order of Myths</b></a> by Margaret Brown, a Mobilian herself. This shows how the Mobile society is really quite complex, how you find the best and the worst of humanity mixed into the crazy gumbo of this very "inside" town. Mobile is quite different from the rest of the state of Alabama, and even different than the neighboring cities along the Louisiana, Missisiippi, Alabama "Cajun Coast," as I call this unique region - which is larger and older than just Louisiana. It is a strange realm, this Cajun Coast ...<br />
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Mobile now has its first black Mayor, and we like to use that to prove we are not the steroeptype, though few of my white friends actually voted for Sam Jones (Ijust to be testy, I put a Sam Jones sign up at my place on Riviere du Chien! The new racism is not substantially different than the Jim Crow it replaced, it has only changed the words it uses. It is more subtle, but just as real. From both sides, mind you, who like to pretend racism does not exist, or at least it's not so bad, not <i>here,</i> not in Mobile! But it does, here and just as it does everywhere. Just take a look at the most racial and segregated hour in America - ten to eleven on Sunday mornings. You know what I'm talking about.<br />
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I have seen this stuff all my life. Seen the colored and white only bathrooms downtown, seen those signs go away, seen the troubles of the 1960s, seen those pass, seen what's happening now, seen how the latest generation is as different from us as we were from our parents, and (dare I say this?), I've seen what is to come, though exactly when I'm not so sure. Man, I drove cabs into Orange Grove and Happy Hill in the middle of the night. I've worked on river towboats, on ships, drove trucks, done hard labor, taught school kids from grade 6 through Sophomores in college. I've been places most haven't dreamed of visiting, seen things most can't imagine. White Mobilians, for example, know more about Spring Hill or Russia than they do about whole sections of their own city. Same, but in a different way, for Black Mobilians. I am tired of this polite-but-separate New South. I won't, I can't keep quiet any longer. Not now, not at my age. Soon I'll be dead. Then I'll keep quiet. But now, if I don't speak my heart, I'm already dead. That's how it feels.<br />
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Okay, sermon's done, history class is over. Now for some football. (Wait. Do I need to bring up the fact that Mobilian Winston Groom pointed out in <b><i>Forrest Gump</i></b> - or do I? Think of the Alabama teams of the 1960's, George Wallace's infamous pre-staged psychodrama at the steps of Foster Auditorium on June 11, 1963. Notice with me the color of the first string this year. Wonder when we will mark the first black quarterback, the first black Head Coach? It may come sooner than you think! O the demographics, they are a-changin')<br />
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Trip, who has lived overseas for the past 20 years, just sent me an email. It's an email, so he rares back and really speaks his mind. I didn't ask his permission to post this, since he isn't on Facebook, but I will. Remember, he himself says "Sorry, just felt the need to vent a bit." Me too. As I said, the point is to stimulate some discussion - even provoke it - and I never expected everyone to agree. How to express differing but deeply held views, maybe crossing the line a little with some smack-talk, (you gotta laugh but show some class)<br />
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So here's my brother Trip, and remember, friends, he is as he himselfe= admits <i>venting</i> (slightly different than <i>ranting</i> but that's quibblie. I leave it as it is:<br />
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<blockquote>You know, after a whole season of reading about Bama on the Internet ... and reading at least portions of many comments on most articles, I find myself totally shocked and embarrassed/ashamed and pissed off at the vast majority of Bama supporters. They have almost universally trashed Tebow for crying and no one, not one single comment, has yet commended Tebow for his class in congratulating Alabama, wishing them well, and saying he was "proud" of the Bama team. They frequently are really violent in their comments and often want to kill or maim one or more members of the opposing team. They trash other fans and constantly say rude, mean, and hurtful things to people they don't even know. I know one thing - I couldn't live my life with so much anger and hate inside me. I don't know how they do it. They must live really miserable lives with Bama football being the only good thing in life for them. And none of them can spell at all - I think almost all of them are functionally illiterate. How did they ever graduate from Bama or any other university if they don't know the difference between their and there or how to spell <i>definite</i> (if I see <i>definate</i> one more time, I'll scream). They never give another team credit for anything and even trash FIU and UTC. Even after all the bad years Bama suffered, they have no humility at all - or empathy or sympathy. I like what Saban tells his players - when you score a touchdown, have some class and act like you've been there before. Too bad Bama fans don't listen to what Saban says like his players do. Bama fans just don't have any class. And <i>Rammer Jammer</i>, for me, goes into that category of "no class" too. Why not have a cheer for your team instead of one that trashes the other team? Celebrate your own team; don't trash and embarrass the other team.<br />
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Bama fans were so impressed with the class of the Virginia Tech fans and a couple of other fan bases. Why can't they take a cue or two from them? Why doesn't the class of another fan base cause Bama fans to self-reflect on their own 'classlessness'? I hate to say it, but I think it's because they don't have the self-reflective capacity it would require - or the self-consciousness to even be aware of their own lack of class.<br />
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In short, illiterate rednecks to the core. I know that reveals my own discriminatory tendency, but it's not the way I started this year. I started by assuming there was some good with the bad like everywhere else. But now, unfortunately, I think the good and enlightened Bama fan is a minuscule percentage if not a complete oxymoron.<br />
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I guess I have romanticized my past a lot - I don't remember everyone in Bama or who follows Bama being so, so redneck. In short, I'm so turned off I don't even come close to having words to describe how turned off I am. I have realized I have absolutely not a thing in common with them except loving Bama football. That's it. I don't think I would socialize with any of them. If I ever fleetingly entertained thoughts of ever returning to Alabama to live, those ideas are dead and gone forever. Makes me wonder how you manage to continue living in Mobile all these years. Sorry, just felt the need to vent a bit.<br />
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Sorry, folks, but he has a point. Though my brother has been overseas for a long time, I've had reasons to stay in Mobile. I love it down here in L.A. (Lower Alabama) on the Redneck Riviera and I'll go to the mat for my sweet home Alabama. But I do not bigots and srupidity and just plain hatefulness. And I don't like what we are becoming down here. We're better than that. Unlike most Bama fans, I actually graduated from the University. (I scuttle to say that you don't have to attend or graduate from any school to qualify as a fan! But you do get some bragging rights.) We didn't see fans acting this way when Coach Bryant was around. I too am embarrassed for the state of our State. And I am too old to keep quiet, like a polite Mobilian always does. To hell with that!<br />
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It's time for all of us to stop being proud of being stupid. And it's time for someone to say this. Maybe this one will generate a conversation!<br />
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<b><i>Roll Tide!</i></b><br />
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<i>This Note is set to be public to "Everyone" so if you object or agree or if you want to pass it on to someone, feel free.</i><br />
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<big>Fight Song</big><br />
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<b>Yea, Alabama! Drown 'em Tide!</b><br />
Every 'Bama man's behind you,<br />
Hit your stride.<br />
Go teach the Bulldogs [how] to behave,<br />
Send the Yellow Jackets to a watery grave.<br />
And if a man starts to weaken,<br />
That’s a shame!<br />
<i>[here's where the rhythms get wobbly]</i><br />
For Bama's pluck and grit have<br />
Writ her name in Crimson Flame.<br />
Fight on, fight on, fight on men!<br />
Remember the Rose Bowl, we’ll win then.<br />
So roll on to victory,<br />
Hit your stride,<br />
You're Dixie’s football pride,<br />
Crimson Tide, Roll Tide, Roll Tide!<br />
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<big>"Rammer Jammer"</big><br />
Hey Gators!<br />
Hey Gators!<br />
Hey Gators!<br />
We just beat the hell out of you!<br />
Rammer Jammer, Yellow Hammer. Give 'em hell, Alabama!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09791351781594560318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7245579005541455832.post-6634471587476553522009-10-14T17:45:00.000-05:002009-10-14T17:45:25.826-05:00Mystery Chart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xDYVphSPN4/StZPLJ66OTI/AAAAAAAAE70/k7OVyCyx45s/s1600-h/mystery_chart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7xDYVphSPN4/StZPLJ66OTI/AAAAAAAAE70/k7OVyCyx45s/s400/mystery_chart.jpg" /></a><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Monday 12 October 2009</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Dear Michael Moore,</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-size: small;">SUMMARY: </span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="background-color: #fff2cc;"> Why not champion the humble self-directed investor? No need to damn all participants as amoral or immoral for investing on their own, the way the Pension and 401k are doing for us all already</b>.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">This is my second email to you, inspired this time by your Facebook message yesterday. (Now it has to be a blog post since your email box was full) The first time I wrote you was almost 20 years ago, I think, after I first saw <i>Roger and Me</i>. At that time I was an inner-city school teacher in my hometown of Mobile, Alabama. I took seriously what Emerson and Gandhi wrote about education. When Bush, Sr. sent his Secretary of Education Lamar Alexander to our school for a pep-talk and photo-op about his then education “plan,” and we had students at our school who did not have desks or books, teaches painting their own classrooms, all that, I decided to take a sick leave and return with signs to protest the sham or shame of this appearance. I paid a price, but that’s another story. Your movie gave me hope, and ever since I remain an admirer and solid fan. And when you took time to reply to that email, I was floored. My deepest gratitude for you and your work is both personal and impersonal. I consider you the essential gadfly America must have. Keep after ‘em!</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">I make no apologies for the length (hey - one email per decade! ) If you even see this, given your fame now and the amount of feedback you get daily it will be a miracle. But I needed to reply to your message yesterday at Facebook:</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #0070c0; line-height: 115%;">Friends,<br />
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I'd like to have a word with those of you who call yourselves Christians (Muslims, Jews, Buddhists, Bill Maherists, etc. can read along, too, as much of what I have to say, I'm sure, can be applied to your own spiritual/ethical values).<br />
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In my new film I speak for the first time in one of my movies about my own spiritual beliefs. I have always believed that one's religious leanings are deeply personal and should be kept private. After all, we've heard enough yammerin' in the past three decades about how one should "behave," and I have to say I'm pretty burned out on pieties and platitudes considering we are a violent nation who invades other countries and punishes our own for having the audacity to fall on hard times.<br />
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I'm also against any proselytizing; I certainly don't want you to join anything I belong to. Also, as a Catholic, I have much to say about the Church as an institution, but I'll leave that for another day (or movie).<br />
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Amidst all the Wall Street bad guys and corrupt members of Congress exposed in "Capitalism: A Love Story," I pose a simple question in the movie: "Is capitalism a sin?" I go on to ask, "Would Jesus be a capitalist?" Would he belong to a hedge fund? Would he sell short? Would he approve of a system that has allowed the richest 1% to have more financial wealth than the 95% under them combined?<br />
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I have come to believe that there is no getting around the fact that capitalism is opposite everything that Jesus (and Moses and Mohammed and Buddha) taught. All the great religions are clear about one thing: It is evil to take the majority of the pie and leave what's left for everyone to fight over. Jesus said that the rich man would have a very hard time getting into heaven. He told us that we had to be our brother's and sister's keepers and that the riches that did exist were to be divided fairly. He said that if you failed to house the homeless and feed the hungry, you'd have a hard time finding the pin code to the pearly gates.<br />
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I guess that's bad news for us Americans. Here's how we define "Blessed Are the Poor": We now have the highest unemployment rate since 1983. There's a foreclosure filing once every 7.5 seconds. 14,000 people every day lose their health insurance.<br />
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At the same time, Wall Street bankers ("Blessed Are the Wealthy"?) are amassing more and more loot -- and they do their best to pay little or no income tax (last year Goldman Sachs' tax rate was a mere 1%!). Would Jesus approve of this? If not, why do we let such an evil system continue? It doesn't seem you can call yourself a Capitalist AND a Christian -- because you cannot love your money AND love your neighbor when you are denying your neighbor the ability to see a doctor just so you can have a better bottom line. That's called "immoral" -- and you are committing a sin when you benefit at the expense of others.<br />
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When you are in church this morning, please think about this. I am asking you to allow your "better angels" to come forward. And if you are among the millions of Americans who are struggling to make it from week to week, please know that I promise to do what I can to stop this evil -- and I hope you'll join me in not giving up until everyone has a seat at the table.<br />
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Thanks for listening. I'm off to Mass in a few hours. I'll be sure to ask the priest if he thinks J.C. deals in derivatives or credit default swaps. I mean, after all, he must've been good at math. How else did he divide up two loaves of bread and five pieces of fish equally amongst 5,000 people? Either he was the first socialist or his disciples were really bad at packing lunch. Or both.<br />
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Yours,<br />
Michael Moore<br />
MMFlint@aol.com<br />
MichaelMoore.com<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">I have not seen <i><b>Capitalism: A Love Story</b></i>. The reason is simple. It is not playing here in Mobile, Alabama. (To see <b><i>Fahrenheit 911</i></b> we had only two days at a small mall screen to do it – then, poof, gone – wait for the DVD.) Down here where I was born, and my father, and his father, it seems I'm a stranger in a strange land. It's my feeling that in the Bible belt one can find some of the worst travesties of Christ and authentic Christianity. ( One Christian woman told me you belong in jail - and several were less mild!) Groupthink, if it can be called thinking, is a scary thing.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">I am no stranger, however, to Christianity. In 1970, I became a full-gospel, evangelical, charismatic Christian - the whole nine years.. Or to be more precise, I came along as a hippie Christian, a Jesus Freak. At that idealistic moment in history, we actually took up a lifestyle based on the first books of Acts, living communally in and around a number of “house ministries” around the South. We referred to ourselves as First Century Christians. Of course most of us moved on – in fact a number are the very ones here who have become hateful right-wing Christians, the very ones who tell me Michael Moore should be put in jail. Me, I continued my lurching toward the Source. I have been meditating for some 30 years, beginning with Zen, and then on to India to study raja yoga. I was drawn to try to find truly enlightened beings, some hidden; others, like Mother Theresa, who I visited in Calcutta, more well-known. Interesting moment that, but it’s for another movie, as you said. Fact is, there is one truth with many names, and you can stay within your tradition, as Mother Theresa and Thomas Merton did, or certain rishis of India, and Sufis of Islam (yes, I learned from wonderful people in these traditions too), or if you need to, find another way more suitable to your Nature. AS the great Ramakrishna wrote, “God is like a mother who prepares food for her children according to their taste.” And Jesus himself said, “In my Father’s house there are many mansions.” The Gita says, “In whatever form you worship me, in that form I appear unto you.” I could go on, but you already know the point: many paths, one truth. I just took the trouble to devote a large part of my life exploring many of those paths. Most Westerners are entirely ignorant of any tradition other than Christianity. To me, this is a huge tragedy. Muslims, Jews, Christians are equally ignorant – but, another time … </span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">All this (have you even read this far?) is preamble to my observations of what I gather to be the central thesis of your movie; namely, that capitalism (and especially the predatory capitalism of Wall Street) is anti-Christian. I see your point. But for the past year, oddly, I have been studying this myself – not only studying, but practicing! Facing some serious health problems, unable to work, and having no marketable skills and no assets other than my own my modest savings, which like everyone’s become more modest in the past few years, I fired my broker. After all, I could lose money as easily as he was doing, I thought. But seriously, I wanted to take responsibility and control of my own back after I concluded that investment experts had an interest in making us feel like children. “You don’t understand this stuff, you should never try to do it yourself, etc.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">So in keeping with my approach to spirituality, I started the process of learning about things I had avoided all my life: the economy in general, and the market in particular. I became a guppy, a retail stock trader, one of the million small-fry eaten regularly by the sharks and con-men at places like Goldman Sachs. Like 90% of the small guys who try to do this, I am, at this point, still losing. But this I expect for the first year, if I can survive – I consider it tuition. At least now I am the one is losing my own money, not some broker or investment manager.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>The bottom line is still the bottom line – to earn some money. But for a guy like me, the Market has become one of the best teachers I have ever had. In short, below the bottom line, for one who cares to notice the Stock Market is, like the Tao, a great guru</b>, remorseless, exacting -- relentlessly testing one’s character, revealing all sins and weaknesses, especially the twin emotions fear and greed, and severely punishing traders who fair to learn and accept personal responsibility for their mistakes. </span><span style="font-size: small;"> It is not for everyone, but even little guys from places Flint or Mobile can get in, if they choose. <span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">Why not champion the humble self-directed investor who chooses to do this? No need to damn all participants as amoral or immoral for investing on their own, the way the Pension and 401k are doing for us all already.</span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">I invite you to join me in this education. Not that you should become a day-trader yourself. But consider my thesis. The greatest saints and wonderful of the East was included untouchables, some with shunned occupations, like butcher, or corpse burner, and even the richest, the rulers, the raja rishis. A businessman, even a stock trader or lawyer (or film-maker) as a saint? Unthinkable? As one of my great spiritual teachers, a Baptist preacher named Charles Simpson used to say, <b>“God can hit a straight lick with a crooked stick.”</b> Even galoots like you or me are not excluded.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Here’s a modest proposal: Assume that the stock market is becoming a true democracy, more accessible and information more available to anyone with a computer. This is a fact – what once was only for a few select folks in Chicago or New York is now more available to everybody who wants to give it a go. In this way, it is much more fair than it was for my father, who dabbled, but also much more dangerous in another way, since few take the time to acquire the discipline to trade. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Now assume that the market is still subject to all kinds of shenanigans to take advantage of the lowly new-comer. (OK, you know this. See <a href="http://www.deepcapture.com/" target="_blank">Deep Capture Blog</a> for a resource we can all access about the latest scams, and <a href="http://businessjive.com/" target="_blank">Business Jive</a> for a great presentation of economic corruption and how the SEC is really operating) Now, join in the campaign to force the SEC and other government institutions that are supposed to regulate fair-play to do their jobs! Of course, most people will still lose money, but the Market, the largest poker game in the world, won’t have so many dishonest dealers pulling cards from the bottom of the deck. No, that’s naïve – but maybe the SEC and FTC , etc etc could do a better job – like those casinos. To dismiss the entire endeavor as immoral seems incorrect. It is amoral. Like God, the Market doesn’t care. <b>When the two angels appeared to Joshua just before the battle of Jericho, he asked, “Are you for us or against us?” I love the reply they gave. It was one word: “Nay.”</b> But I stray back into Christianity again.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">What is the best way for us to partake of the bounties of the planet in the 21<sup>st</sup> century? I am far more radical – perhaps even more radical than you, if this is possible. But enough. It’s been many years since I felt moved to write such a … missive to you. I expect no reply, and doubt this will even reach you. But I needed to get it off my chest.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Your pal and fan,</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Clark Powell</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="mailto:clarkpowell@gmail.com">clarkpowell@gmail.com</a></span><br />
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