Friday, April 25, 2003

Sinead O'Connor is retiring from the music business....

"As of July 2003, I shall be retiring from the music business in order to pursue a different career," wrote O'Connor -- who distinguished herself in the 1990s as much with her shaven head and brash opinions as with her music -- on a Web site devoted to all things Sinead. "> [READ MORE]

Well, let us see. She had a number one album, solely because of one hit that was written by Prince. "Nothing Compares 2 U". She refused to perform at a concert if the Star Spangled Banner proceeded her. Despite the fact that she found fame in the U.S. And let's see, she tore up a picture of the Pope, and was surprised that she was booed off the stage at her next event.
At this point, I am making a sincere effort to think of anyone that I can think of that actually gives a damn about Sinead O'Connor or what she does.......

O'Connor wishes to live a 'normal' life.

Well Sinead, you will have a normal life as soon as you acknowledge how irrelevant you are.

Wednesday, April 23, 2003

A mediocre attempt at writing tonight...


I typed out a poem, but after reading it, I realized it sucked and deleted it. You can check me out at my best and worst here.
Vibe Page These poems are over a span of about 5 years...I used to have more, but lost them. Feel free to give me your opinion, but if you dis me I will cuss you out. I ain't playin'.
I am a certified geek...

I actually know that I am a certified geek by the list of disturbing geek attributes that I now have.

1. An affinity for any type of electronic or computer gadgetry.
2. The idea that it would be cool to own a pair of night vision goggles.
3. My adoration of Japanese Anime, Kung Fu Movies, and War Movies.
4. The fact that I know what a lot of computer acronyms stand for.
5. This blog is not the only web presence that I maintain.
6. I do see at least a practical purpose for a pocket protector.
7. I wish my son liked to play adventure games as well as sports games on Playstation 2.
8. I would rather watch the Discovery Channel, CNN, and C-Span instead of Reality TV shows.
9. I'm good at Jeopardy.

And finally.....[drum roll please]

10. I know how many days it is until the Matrix Reloaded debuts!

[Neo is a bad ass!]

Tuesday, April 22, 2003

Gay Pride Beating

House arrest in gay pride celebration beating
[Click above to view full story]

Hair, 26, suffered a skull fracture, a split sinus and tooth damage; Sonny Gonzales, 35, received a head laceration; and Scott Boswell, 25, got a split lip.

Let me preface this post by first saying that nobody deserves to be harassed or assaulted for their sexual orientation.

Stereotypes about a gay man's feminine ways, and lack of prowess in sports and fighting notwithstanding...... how in the hell does one man inflict such damage upon three men? It seems that three 15 year olds could subdue a grown man if they worked together.

Did they fight like girls? If they did, it would seem that they could have stopped him by sheer numbers. 3:1 I know it sounds horribly sexist for me to say, "Did they fight like girls?", but even if they did it would seem that they could have stopped this attack. I remember as an elementary school kid, the "furious windmill style" (alternating full arm rotations forward in non-stop succession with either closed or open hands) that girls used when fighting was quite a formidable offense and defense. Guys that used the conventional boxer stance that uses bent elbows with the fists up at eye-level, (usually taught by dad in the living room. "Come on son, let your old man show you how to box!"), sometimes proved futile against an attack such as this. While your face is indeed protected from a jab, the onslaught of overhand slaps and punches causes you to simultaneously pick your hands up higher and lower your head. Additionally, it is tough to launch a successful counterpunch. Either this guy was better than Jet Li in Lethal Weapon 4, or these three simply ran around in circles screaming in high-pitched unison whilst absorbing punches and kicks.

"Before attacking the men in a parking garage, Angus taunted them by dropping his pants and screaming obscenities."

I would, however, have to say that I believe that there is some credence in the notion that most "homophobes" are simply angry and lashing out against their own latent homosexual urges or thoughts. While I don't consider myself to be a "tough guy" or a "fighter", I have been in a few fights in school, and in the service. No matter how enraged I was, I never felt compelled to drop my pants before the fisticuffs started. Nor could I ever see myself and two friends being soundly defeated by any one man.

Monday, April 21, 2003

Easter Sunday

Easter Dinner at Kelly and Renee's house was a monumental success. We had people from both sides of our family come and spend time with us. In all, we had about thirty people running around our house yesterday. The kids had a great time even though they expressed outrage at having to leave church clothes on for so long after mass was over. They just didn't see the importance of having pictures taken on Easter Sunday. Despite the resistance, not only did they keep the clothes on but they stayed CLEAN before the pictures were taken.

We have tons of food left over, and I cannot wait to sink into some leftovers at lunch time. Great Easter it was.

Friday, April 18, 2003

You mean Bob Hope is Still Alive?!?!?!

I had just assumed he was dead because I had not heard anything about him for so very long. This article is talking about how he will be celebrating his 100th birthday in a few days. Man, oh man. Talk about longevity. I'm not sure if I would want to live to be 100 though.
Good Friday

It is so funny how prominent holidays bring back a rush of memories from my childhood. I remember how the nearing of Easter Weekend brought about an obligatory trip to Bacon's in Louisville for an Easter Outfit. Those days seem so far away now, and I relive the joy vicarously through the laughter and smiles of my children. Easter Weekend gives me fond memories of the church that I grew up in, the service, boiled eggs, and having to explain grass stain in the knees of that brand new outfit.

I understand that it is supposed to be raining this weekend, and it almost seems illegal. Perhaps it did, but I cannot recall a single Easter in which the sun (Son) was not shining. This Easter will be my daughter's first one, she turned 8 months old just a few days ago. Though she will have absolutely no recollection of the upcoming events, I am very excited about this for her. The rush of relatives in and out of the house, as well as the thousand and one pictures that will be taken will become part of a yearly routine for her until she is no longer a child.

I have been looking back on my weblog for the past few weeks, and it appears to have taken a "Blogs of War" theme. I figured that I would take a step back from the politics and the war to talk about the things that are most important in my life. My family.

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

Where's Daddy?

As the family sobbed, Brig. Gen. Maston Robeson presented a folded American flag to Pokorney's widow, who handed it to her daughter. Taylor clutched the flag as she accompanied her mother to the casket. As they turned around, the girl asked her mother, "Where's Daddy?" [Click for full article]

I thought about the consequences of military service this morning when I was waking my children for school. I just imagined how I would feel being deployed and unable to see them any time that I wanted to. My oldest was sick today so he stayed in bed, my five year old got out of bed and stumbled down the hallway toward the bathroom. I woke my daughter, (who is destined to be a morning person), and marveled at how 3 seconds after having been awakened she started to smile. As I went about my morning routine which consists of finding clothes, (my own included), and making bottles and pouring juice. I had to wonder what sort of impact my being away would have on my children. I know how it would be for me, but I wonder what kind of worries or fears that they would have.

My nine year-old hasn't asked very many questions about the war, because I think he understands a great deal. My 5 year old is still blessed with being oblivious to anything that is outside of his normal routine. I also thought that if I were to be pulled away suddenly for a year, that perhaps my daughter would have no recollection of me whatsoever when I returned. I also began to think about other strange things that I, and other people take for granted. Sometimes during the day when I have been asked my millionth question about something I begin to get exasperated. I remember saying, "I don't know Robbie. Please go watch TV/Go play/Go to bed/be a little more quiet." Or perhaps on those days when my oldest wants to play ball, or go to the park or something and I say. "Dude, I am soooo tired....maybe in a little while." I also have to think about the number of times that I am praying that my daughter will go to sleep so I can eat/watch t.v./talk on the phone, or something like that. I wonder how much time I have missed out on with my children despite the fact that I live in the same house with them. Kind of scary to think about.

The listed article above really made me think about spending that quality time with children. We never know exactly how much time we are going to have on this earth, and we never know when the last time is that we are going to see someone. Inevitably it is going to happen. We, at some time or another are going to have a last conversation with someone that we love. I would only hope that my last conversation, look, words, or interaction with those that I love is one that will somehow encapuslate the nature of our relationship. Maybe I ought to live my life like I haven't much time left.....I suppose in the grand scheme of things, none of us have much time left. Might as well make what we have count.
Where are you Laci?

In some ways I really hope you haven't been found, but this article is very foreboding. It seems that police have found the skeletal remains of a woman, and a full-term baby boy washed up on the beach in Richmond, California. Coincidentally, it is only 2 miles from the spot where Laci's husband Scott went fishing the day she disapeared.

I must say that I have a great deal of skepticism about his story. I find it strange that a man would leave home on Christmas Eve to go fishing, period. Additionally, to travel a great distance away from home and to leave your 7 month pregnant wife at home ALONE? Sounds very strange. Of course when it came out that he was having an affair most of his credibility with the public, and with Laci's family was shot to hell.

I really hope I am wrong about this, and wouldn't it be great if we could find her alive somewhere with a perfectly healthy baby? I suppose the Elizabeth Smart case gave everyone a great deal of hope. For Laci and the baby's sake, I will keep hope alive through prayers, but it doesn't look good. If it isn't Laci that washed ashore, who was the poor woman and the baby, that is yet another mystery to discover. How could anyone harm a woman, much less a pregnant woman and her unborn child?

I pray for you, Laci.

Friday, April 11, 2003

Feelings after the war...

For all intents and purposes the war in Iraq is over. Unfortunately I believe that more servicemen are doomed to die because of sporadic fighting, looting, suicide attacks, and the few kooks that are loyal to Saddam. But I wonder, even when all is said and done, will people ever feel this way about the end of the war?

I have to wonder, because there seems to be a growing amount of dissent among the American population because we have not found the "smoking gun" as of yet. All I can say is be patient, and continue to pray for our troops.

Lastly, before we begin the exaltations remember what price some people have paid in honoring their oath to our country. Here we see soldiers from the 3rd Infantry Division remembering a comrade killed in a rocket attack. While I am glad the regime has ended, I have to admit that it is a bittersweet feeling.

Thursday, April 10, 2003

Burns me up...

This guy needs to be horsewhipped. Not only is he unfamiliar with United States battle doctrine, he chose to take potshots at women in the military and the state of West Virginia. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but there is a sane, civilied, and respectful way to convey almost any opinion. Apparently he didn't bother to explore his options.

Wednesday, April 09, 2003

This is only the beginning...

CNN has shown the poster boys of U.S. military might at their proudest. Man, say what you want to about those Marines, but not only are they always in the thick of things at battle, they are also johnny-on-the-spot for the Life Magazine shot. I mean, we all knew that it was a matter of time, albeit indeterminable, when Baghdad fell and celebrations would start, but I had never considered what the pictures would be like. Just seeing the Mike 88 pulling the statue of Saddam down seemed to be a picture that will be shown over and over again for decades to come. Hell, the Marines already had the raising of the flag at Iwo Jima and now this. But, you know what? They deserve it. As a matter of fact they all deserve it. Think of the picture of the Navy Sailor who grabbed the woman out of the crowd in New York and laid the kiss of the century on her. Do you all remember seeing that photo? That one was a classic. There are just photos that seem to encapsulate the entire theme of an era in a single frame. Think about Vietnam, the girl running down the road naked after Napalm had been dropped on her village? How about the Viet Cong soldier being executed by the South Vietnames Army Major. Those pictures are forever engrained in our minds, and thus Vietnam is always the "dark" memory.

But, for the moment the images that have emerged form Operation Iraqi Freedom seem to show it as a valiant joint effort between Us, the Aussies and the Brits. I see that perhaps there is a new restructuring of the Western World. A new world order if you wil. [I am careful not to capitalize that phrase for fear of paranoid people]. It would seem that though our relations were good before, that us and the Brits have been soldered together by soldiering together. We shall see how the western world accepts this new partnership. The statue of Hussein has been toppled in Baghdad, but where will the next villain emerge? I am not being snide or facetious, I am facing the facts. There will always be a Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, Khadafy, Mugabe, Pol Pot, or Kim Jong II to deal with. It is just the way that we deal with him that will dictate our legacy. I pray for peace in Iraq, I pray for peace in Israel, and I pray for a state of Palestine. I do hope for peace in the Middle East and the end to terror. Most of all my prayers are for those who think so little of themselves that they would go where they are needed when called to do what is sometimes popular, and sometimes unpopular. Over Hill, Over Dale from the Halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli. God Bless each and every one of you......and above all else, please be careful and come home safe.

"Something".....what exactly is it?

It is "something", although I don't exactly know what. It is fueled by passions such as rage, pride, fear, anger, and desperation. It is welded into our minds by such places as Bella Wood, Antietam, Khe Sahn, Khafji, and Normandy. It turns ordinary people into extraordinary least in the minds of others. It makes us do things that we wouldn't ever dream of doing on a normal day. What makes a Ranger cut a cast off of his arm to join the fight? Is he bloodthirsty? Crazy? Perhaps he is simply devoted.

What is that "something"? I wish I could put my finger on it. From jumping on grenades, to charging machine gun nests, it makes some people look like they have no regard for their own lives. Or is it that they simply have more regard for others lives. What makes a GI split his rations with a hungry kid in a foreign land? What makes us want to spread a smile and goodwill just as much as other people perceive us to be spreading our government and so-called decadent lifestyles? What makes a person breathe his last breath and use his last strength to help someone from a different place, different religion, and different skin color just because he has on the same uniform?

That "something" has driven the success of the American Experience since long before we were independent. That "something" has driven us to always look to the horizon, to always look down the road. We have never had any fear of the unknown, nor a fear to explore. That "something" has cause us to err in our ways, and mistreat some people, but we still try and get back on track the best way we can. It is that "something" that lies dormant when times are good and occassionally let's us at one another's throats. But when times get tough we forget petty differences and stand together as determined Americans.

That "something" is what got us to the place where most everyone hates us, but demands that we do more for them. That "something" can't be bought or learned but everybody seems to want it. I am not sure what that something is, but it is deep within the essence of America. If I could bottle it and mass produce it I would so everyone could feel the glory. That is the American Way.

An American Marine carries a wounded Iraqi soldier to an Aid Station for treatment.

Tuesday, April 01, 2003

Who will reap the whirlwind?

After all of the fighting in Iraq stops, I wonder who will be blamed for all that has gone right, and all that has gone wrong. I certainly hope it is not the military personnel who risked everything to go over there. With the Peter Arnett's, the Geraldo Rivera's, and the Nicholas De Genova's of the world, it is not too hard to miss all of the anger over this war. But, I do hope that people will remember the Soldiers, the Sailors, the Airmen, and the Marines that put their lives on the line in defense of our nation and its ideals.

There are so many Hollywood stars who are protesting, and I have to question their sincerity. People publicly blast the President at the Oscars, and they question the moral judgment of our servicemen when they are forced to make life and death decisions. I just pray that all of our brave military personnel will find open arms from people other than solely their family that longs for them at this moment. I hope the country embraces them for the fine and honorable people that they are.

But, I know there are people who are not able to discern policy from policy implementation, or the people that implement the policy. I would hope that they would remember that they are people and not policy personified.