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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 22
Sign: Capricorn

State: NEW YORK
Country: US

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Friday, June 17, 2005 

Impeach Bush and Cheney
Impeach Bush and Cheney!
Read the GP Resolution and the Downing Street Memo.

The Secret 'Downing Street Memo'

Friday, June 17, 2005 

Call to Arms from Kalle Lasn

B03599 / Tue, 25 Jan 2005 09:16:13 / Miscellaneous

A TSUNAMI OF CREATIVE DESTRUCTION
Not a single creative idea came out of the Kerry campaign, not a single rallying point for the tough years to come.

No big surprise, really, because we liberal lefties have been running on close to empty for a long time now. An insidious cynicism has been creeping into our brains since the 1980s, turning us bit by bit into whiners, second guessers and abstract do-gooders. Now the stench of the perennial loser hangs over us like a disease.

We started 2005 with the devastation of a tsunami. Now I’m waiting for the second wave – a tsunami of creative destruction. Water swirling through the postmodern hall of mirrors . . . the old intelligencia washed out . . . the Utne Reader, Mother Jones, The Nation, Air America and the rest of the left-sprung media washed up. We’ve seen where the hippie-era profs and the lefty celebrities stand when the political battles come down to the crunch – they’re the ones standing on the sidelines, cutting compromises for short-term gain at the expense of long-term change.

No use kidding ourselves . . . we’re in World War IV now, a fight to the finish for the planet’s diminishing oil, water and minerals. But the decisive battles won’t be fought in the skies or on the streets or on the boundaries between nations; instead they’re breaking out now in newspapers and magazines, on the radio, on television and in cyberspace. It’s a no-holds-barred propaganda war of competing worldviews and conflicting visions, and to win we need some heavy intellectual weapons. I call them “metamemes” – ideas big enough to explode in the global imagination:

ECO
· Slow down fast money with the Tobin Tax. France, Canada and Belgium have already approved the concept of a tax on every currency trade; the EU may not be far behind. attac.org
Throw out the GDP as a measure of progress and implement alternatives like the Genuine Progress Indicator, which measures quality of life. redefiningprogress.org
Overthrow neoclassical economics and open the discipline to competing ideas. Download campus manifestos at truecosteconomics.org
Fight the political battle for a true-cost economy in which the price of every product includes its ecological costs. adbusters.org

PSYCHO
Win the right for equal access to commercial airtime: corporate ads versus activist mindbombs. Legal actions are underway at mediacarta.org.

Use anti-trust actions to crack the media megacorps and make way for a media democracy.
Fight the human rights battle of our information age. Enshrine “The Right To Communicate” in the constitutions of all free nations and in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights mediacarta.org.

CORPO
Remove the limited liability and legal personhood that give corporations the same rights and freedoms as living, breathing human beings.
Reassert democratic power with civil reviews of all corporate charters.
Revoke the charters of corporations that betray the public trust. Three Strikes And You’re Out!

POLITICO
Launch a global public broadcaster, untv news
Pioneer a Global Internet Voting System and start holding plebiscites.
Elect a virtual parliament for the United States of Planet Earth.
Forget the traditional party split. Run a massive membership drive for the Green Party and start work on a crisp, new platform for a Second American Revolution in 2008.

ANARCHO
Make a promise to yourself: start living again . . . having fun . . . kicking ass . . .

Kalle Lasn

Friday, June 17, 2005 
BARTLET
 
 We agree on nothing, Max.
 
 LOBELL
 
 Yes, sir.
 
 BARTLET
 
 Education, guns, drugs, school prayer, gays, defense spending, taxes, you name it, we disagree.
 
 LOBELL
 
 You know why?
 
 BARTLET
 
 ‘Cause I’m a lily-livered, bleeding-heart, liberal, egg head, communist.
 
 LOBELL
 
 Yes, sir. And I’m a gun-totin’, redneck son-of-a-bitch.
 
 BARTLET
 
 Yes, you are.
 
 LOBELL
 
 We agree on that.
 
 BARTLET
 
 We also agree on campaign finance.
 
 LOBELL
 
 Yes, sir.
 
 
Thursday, June 16, 2005 

I slowly walked out the door. Hands in my pockets. Head looking at the gravel on the ground and my worn leather sandles. Turned around. Looked at the place one last time. Knowing it was over. Smiled and knew we all had a good run in the old building with friends and people who were almost family by now. And in looking up at the building, with its makeshift WSH lettering, I took a huge deep breath. A breath that was full of saddness and joy. Of memories and happiness. One last breath of High School. Then I turned around and walked to my car with out any regrets, doubts or grudges. Sometimes you don't know what you have until its over. Lifes too short to take it for granted. I can see the same thing happening again after college, and hopefully the same bittersweet feeling without any regrets when I walk out of life. A great teacher told me: This may or may not be the last time we meet. Until we meet again, in this life or next.

Always in Peace and Love my friends,

With best regards,

-Brian Kelly

Monday, May 23, 2005 
www.peaceisvisionary.org
Monday, May 23, 2005 
Fridden, Der Frieden, La Paix, Achukma, Mír Bosnian, Shalom, Heiwa, Salam, La Paz, La Pace Italian, Peace, A Paz Galician, Alaáfía, Amaithi, Amaní, Aman Malay, Amniat, Ashtee, Asomdwee, Aylobaha, ake, Barish, Béke, Boóto, Búdech, Chibanda, Däilama, Damai, Diakatra, Dodolimdag, eace-pay, Echnahcaton, Ets'a'an Olal, 'Éyewi Nez, Fandriampahalemana, Filemu, Fois Scots, Fred Danish, Norwegian, Friður , Goom-jigi, Gúnnammwey, Hasîtî, Hau, Hedd, Hmethó, Hoa Bình, lifayka, Innaihtsi'iyi, Iri'ni, Írq, Ittimokla, Kagiso, Kalilíntad, Kapayapaan, K'é, Kev Thajyeeb Nyab Xeeb Hmong Daw, Khanhaghutyun, Khotso, Kiñuiñak, Kiba-kiba, Kunammwey, Kutula, 'Kwam, La Paqe, La Patz, La Pau, Lapé Haitian, Layéni, Li-k'ei, Linew, Lùmana, Mabuhay, Maluhia, Meleilei, Melino, Miers, Mina, Mtendere Chewa, Muka-muka, Musango, Mutenden, Nabad -Da, Nanna Ayya, Ñerane'i, Nimuhóre, Nirudho, Nye, Olakamigenoka, Paçi, Paco, Pax, Pingan, Pokój , Pyong'hwa, Rahu, Rangima'arie, Rauha, Rerdamaian, Rukun, Saanti, Santipap, Saq, Shîte, Shanti Bengali, Sholim, Síocháin, Sìth, Soksang, Solh Dari, Sonqo, Sulh, Taika, Tecócatú , Thayu, Tsumukikatu, Tuktuquil, Tutkiun, Udo, Ukuthula, Uvchin, Uxolo, Vrede Afrikaans, Wâki Ijiwebis-I, Wetaskiwin, Wolakota, Wôntôkóde, Wo'okeyeh peace and love kids, Brian
Friday, May 20, 2005 
All those that believe shall know the truth. They shall not feel pain, nor drown in seas of tears, nor question their purpose. Nor shall they be tempted or fear the paths of darkness. They shall rejoyce in tranquility, be graced with all knowledge, find peace, and know love. I only hope that I may one day believe.... peAce, loVe and all that great stuff -Bri
Sunday, May 08, 2005 

Current mood:  peaceful
The Dalai Lama: One of my close friends spent, I think, eighteen years in a Chinese prison and labor camp. In the early 80s they allowed him to come to India. On occasion he and I discuss his experiences in various Chinese labor camps. And he told me that during those periods, on a few occasions he faced grave danger. I assumed he meant for his life. When asked what kind of danger, and his response was, "I was in Danger of losing compassion for the Chinese." Interviewer: We have rising evidence that anger is one of the great killers, not of the people it’s directed at, but of the people who have the anger. A great deal of high blood pressure comes out of anger at injustice. You of all people have wrestled with this problem, but you have the low blood pressure of a child. How do you do this? The Dalai Lama: That’s my secret. As I mentioned before, when I see and I hear some sort of tragic situation, I always try to make comparison with the possibility of some event or some past experience and to look from different angles. For example, we lost our country and endured a lot of destruction. If I look only from that angle, then, of course, the sadness increases. No use. But, you see, the same event, looked at from another angle: "Oh, yes, because of this tragedy, because we became refugees, I have many new opportunities for meeting with different people." You see, my practice is to try to lead a useful existence. That means if you engage in some service to others, give at least a short moment of happiness to others, including animals, then you get the feeling "Now I did something good. My existence has become something purposeful." After all, the purpose of life is happiness. That’s my fundamental belief. To achieve happiness, good food, good shelter, good friends are part of the source of happiness, but the main thing is deep mental satisfaction. That comes if you make yourself available to others and serve others. Basically, a human being is a social animal. So, if you create some short moment of happiness for people, you get deep satisfaction. You get fulfillment of your existence. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - And all the Peace there is on Earth, Is faith in what your World is Worth. And saying without any Lies, Your World would not be otherwise. What a GREAT DAY I had today.
Currently listening:
Vindicated
By Dashboard Confessional
Release date: 17 August, 2004
Saturday, April 16, 2005 
updated my site. if you have time... tell me how it looks: AYCS Foundation Site While you are there... register as an online member! By registering we can raise more funds to run blood drives, food drives, etc, and other programs... Thanks people, Brian
Tuesday, April 05, 2005 
Essay from my Syracuse University Project Advance: Writing Studio 101 and English and Textual Studies 141 class. The topic of the essay was to choose and analyze an artifact from modern day society in an original, and creative manner. ------------------- Got time? The watch has a murky green digital screen that displays time on both conventional and continental scales (twelve and twenty-four hours respectfully). Centered on the face of the stopwatch is the rectangular time display, which is surrounded with various labels and descriptions. 'Water Resist' denotes increased durability in moist and precipitating conditions. The stopwatch measures time up to the one one-hundredth of a second. This minute measurement implies precision and accuracy, while the operator of the machine is by definition, imprecise and flawed. We have always based our lives on the assumed fact that time is a linear progression, a non-spatial continuum, and conceptual dimension that exists only within the breadth of human intellect or perhaps more realistically, within human imagination. The only similarity that our definitions of time have in common is that it is a period or medium in which change occurs. In our struggle to grasp the reality of our existence, we have invented a vast system of experimental controls that now dictate the common functions of life. Most people would refuse to accept anything else. Our minds are programmed to follow a nine-to-five workday schedule around which everything is planned. The machine is connected to a forty-five inch lanyard, which is attached through a small hole that was drilled through the bottom of the timepiece. The thin black rope was then looped through the watch, starting and ending through this same small hole. The looped rope allows one to keep the timer handy. There is no need for it to ever leave our side. Even though we hate what it represents, we feel naked with out it. Without it we will be subjected to the painful process of saying: "Excuse me: Do you have the Time." How is it possible to 'have the time?" Can it be possible that time is a physical medium instead of just a conceptual measurement. Or is it just that our attachment to it has become so great that we talk of it as if it is a commodity. When you create a relationship with a concept or a belief it becomes part of you. The norms of society are what people feel comfortable with. They do not want to see their lives challenged by free thinkers. They consider the idea of free thought as an attack on their way of life. People want to wake up each morning, drag themselves out of bed, and go to work. After work they want to go home to end the day and get ready to start it over again. To most, the idea of the weekend is the rationale that time is not this endless cycle, but a perfectly acceptable means by which to live. Weekends are the break that blinds them from the fact that they are slaves of Time. This justification allows them to continue through each day without questioning the reasons behind it all. The stopwatch contains dozens of mechanical parts, which work together to try to capture a concept that was created by humans. Each of these parts was created on an assembly line where still more timed factory machines turned raw materials into the thing we call a clock. There is a button that turns on a small light. The light allows us to use it at any time of the day. We are never with out the Timekeeper because its numbers are always visible to us. It is covered in a variety of other buttons. Creatively included is a 'start-stop' button, allowing the user to seemingly start and stop time at will. What shows that we have a desire to control time even greater is the button near the top of the stopwatch labeled 'Restart.' The button comforts us. Time can be "stopped" whenever we chose. The monster that controls our lives can be reset with one quick "beep." Society operates on the concept of the Day. The day was the next logical step in the series on controls. Breaking existence itself down into units allows the groups of people in charge to institute absolute control over them. Our very existence is based on the condition that we agree to be slaves to the day. We work, and conform to society so that we may pass time by, and ignore the true meaning behind it all. The concept of time is linked to our hatred of the concept of our own mortality. Even the most devote believers in an afterlife, dread the question: "Is there anything after death." But time continues, constantly ticking away. Each second brings us closer to our own demise. The man made concept changes from a measure of being, to a countdown to our last breath. It serves as a control that keeps us in check and stops us from breaking laws, challenging those in control and conjuring visions of grandeur. This medium, once commonly considered linear, now becomes a cyclic process of creation, existence, and destruction. The concept of a timekeeping machine is flawed in itself. There is no real way to tell if the precision claimed by the product is accurate. Even if it were a perfectly built machine, in theory, all of its features would be rendered inaccurate by the imperfection of its human operator. The stopwatch is a tool that is controlled by man. If the machine were capable of being perfect, human delay would still make its perfection, a colossal waste of time. Timing an event, such as a race, down to the hundredth of a second is foolish, since the delay varies from official to official. Humans have the vain belief that they can create perfection any time they want. This belief has been the cause of countless problems and conflicts. Once we accept the flawed nature of our creation, it is easy to see that time itself is a concept that works only on paper and can not work in reality. In the very least it cannot work in its current machine form. Perhaps the stopwatch can best be described in its most common way: as a simple black stopwatch. A lanyard hangs from one end so that it can be hung, or worn as a necklace or twirled through the air by gym teachers and coaches. There is nothing special about it, and it keeps time flawlessly (as designed of course). Human error is not taken into account, because humans are perfect beings, without error or miscalculation. The backlight allows us to use it at all times in our twenty-four hour, workaholic, never sleep society. The battery that supplies the clock runs out at one precise moment in time, with no "fading point" where the clock would (in some other imperfect society) slow before stopping. Every infinitesimal part was designed to work perfectly with every other part and the manufacturing plant made sure that that plan was carried out absolutely. The small time keeper works perfectly, and indefinitely, with out skipping at all. Time is measured perfectly and displayed on the digital display as a series of precise numbers. There are no errors… If we believe this, then it is clear that our notion of Time is deeply flawed.