they keep dissapearing for about a day then reappear with their new best friend.. Mr Bigger spot... anyway, ive tried witch hazel, toothpaste, sudocreme, vaseline, savlon, baby oil and fucidin cream from my doc.. any advice.. apart from chopping off 6 inches of skin and letting it grow back.
I have had these sore red spots on my breasts for about 8 weeks now,?
you should check them out with your doctor..it could be a little more serios then just spots i.e cancer..other then that make sure your body remains hydrated..drinks loads of water 8-12 glasses everyday...or jus try using BIO OIL.u could get it in any drug store..boots,superdrud..which ever u prefer.its a really good product which would get rid of the spots...oh yes fruits like watermelon,oranges and apples are good as well..
Reply:I think you should go see a doctor. It may be somethng more serious than you think. And just to be safe i think you should check your breasts for any lumps or bumps. In the shower because the water lets you hand run smoothly. If there are any bumps of some sort i really think you should go to the hospital. it can be breast cancer. But if not than it may just ba an allergy.
good luck
Reply:send me a picture of them and i will let you know
Reply:i'm not an expert but i could come round and have a look at them for you
Reply:We'd have to see them to give a proper diagnosis I'm afraid
Reply:google... IBS its a fast growing cancer that doesn't have lumps
Reply:I would suggest getting it checked with a doctor. It is not very smart to try to diagnose and treat yourself!
Reply:It sounds like maybe a staph infection. Topicals won't help. You may need oral antibiotics. Go back to your doc or get a new one.
If you are breast feeding, they could be clogged milk ducts/mastitis. Still need oral antibiotics.
Reply:This can be an allergy to some bra.. for sure...Try to find out if there is certain clothes that you are using that produce this to you..
Reply:Want me to take a look??
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Irak : thousands of stories and no one to listen ?? mission unacomplished and very sad?
Iraq on My Mind: Thousands of Stories to Tell – And No One to Listen
By Dahr Jamail
"In violence we forget who we are" – Mary McCarthy, novelist and critic
1. Statistically Speaking
Having spent a fair amount of time in occupied Iraq, I now find living in the United States nothing short of a schizophrenic experience. Life in Iraq was traumatizing. It was impossible to be there and not be affected by apocalyptic levels of violence and suffering, unimaginable in this country.
But here's the weird thing: One long, comfortable plane ride later and you're in Disneyland, or so it feels on returning to the United States. Sometimes it seems as if I'm in a bubble here that's only moments away from popping. I find myself perpetually amazed at the heights of consumerism and the vigorous pursuit of creature comforts that are the essence of everyday life in this country – and once defined my own life as well.
Here, for most Americans, you can choose to ignore what our government is doing in Iraq. It's as simple as choosing to go to a website other than this one.
The longer the occupation of Iraq continues, the more conscious I grow of the disparity, the utter disjuncture, between our two worlds.
In January 2004, I traveled through villages and cities south of Baghdad investigating the Bechtel Corporation's performance in fulfilling contractual obligations to restore the water supply in the region. In one village outside of Najaf, I looked on in disbelief as women and children collected water from the bottom of a dirt hole. I was told that, during the daily two-hour period when the power supply was on, a broken pipe at the bottom of the hole brought in "water." This was, in fact, the primary water source for the whole village. Eight village children, I learned, had died trying to cross a nearby highway to obtain potable water from a local factory.
In Iraq things have grown exponentially worse since then. Recently, the World Health Organization announced that 70% of Iraqis do not have access to clean water and 80% "lack effective sanitation."
In the United States I step away from my desk, walk into the kitchen, turn on the tap, and watch as clear, cool water fills my glass. I drink it without once thinking about whether it contains a waterborne disease or will cause kidney stones, diarrhea, cholera, or nausea. But there's no way I can stop myself from thinking about what was – and probably still is – in that literal water hole near Najaf.
I open my pantry and then my refrigerator to make my lunch. I have enough food to last a family several days, and then I remember that there is a 21% rate of chronic malnutrition among children in Iraq, and that, according to UNICEF, about one in 10 Iraqi children under five years of age is underweight.
I have a checking account with money in it; 54% of Iraqis now live on less than $1 a day.
I can travel safely on my bicycle whenever I choose – to the grocery store or a nearby city center. Many Iraqis can travel nowhere without fear of harm. Iraq now ranks as the planet's second most unstable country, according to the 2007 Failed States Index.
These are now my two worlds, my two simultaneous realities. They inhabit the same space inside my head in desperately uncomfortable fashion. Sometimes, I almost settle back into this bubble world of ours, but then another email arrives – either directly from friends and contacts in Iraq or forwarded by friends who have spent time in Iraq – and I remember that I'm an incurably schizophrenic journalist living on some kind of borrowed time in both America and Iraq all at once.
2. Emailing
Here is a fairly typical example of the sorts of anguished letters that suddenly appear in my in-box. (With the exception of the odd comma, I've left the examples that follow just as they arrived. They reflect the stressful conditions under which they were written.) This one was sent to my friend Gerri Haynes from an Iraqi friend of hers:
Dear Gerri:
No words can describe the real terror of what's happening and being committed against the population in Baghdad and other cities: the poor people with no money to leave the country, the disabled old men and women, the wives and children of tens of thousands of detainees who can't leave when their dad is getting tortured in the Democratic Prisons, senior years students who have been caught in a situation that forces them to take their finals to finish their degrees, parents of missing young men who got out and never came back, waiting patiently for someone to knock the door and say, "I am back." There are thousands and thousands of sad stories that need to be told but nobody is there to listen.
I called my cousin in the al-Adhamiya neighborhood of Baghdad to check if they are still alive. She is in her sixties and her husband is about seventy. She burst into tears, begging me to pray to God to take their lives away soon so they don't have to go through all this agony. She told me that, with no electricity, it is impossible to go to sleep when it is 40 degrees Celsius unless they get really tired after midnight. Her husband leaves the doors open because they are afraid that the American and Iraqi troops will bomb the doors if they don't respond from first door knock during searching raids. Leaving the doors open is another terror story after the attack of the troops' vicious dogs on a ten-month old baby, tearing him apart and eating him in the same neighborhood just a few days ago. The troops let the dogs attack civilians. The dogs bite them and terrify the kids with their angry red eyes in the middle of the night. So, as you can see my dear Gerri, we don't have only one Abu Ghraib with torturing dogs, we have thousands of Abu Ghraibs all over Baghdad and other Iraqi cities.
I was speechless. I couldn't say anything to comfort her. I felt ashamed to be alive and well. I thought I should be with them, supporting them, and give them some strength even if it costs me my life. I begged her to leave Baghdad. She told me that she can't because of her pregnant daughter and her grandkids. They are all with them in the house without their dad. I am hearing the same story and worse every single day. We keep asking ourselves what did we do to the Americans to deserve all this cruelness, killing, and brutishness? How can the troops do this to poor, hopeless civilians? And why?
Can anybody answer my cousin why she and her poor family are going through this?? Can you Gerri? Because I sure can't.
In recent weeks I had been attempting to get in touch with one of my friends, a journalist in Baghdad. I'll call him Aziz for his safety. Beginning to worry when I didn't receive his usual prompt response, I sent him a second email and this is what finally came back:
Dear old friend Dahr,
I am so sorry for my late reply. It is because my area of Baghdad was closed for six days and also because I lost my cousin. He was killed by a militia. They tortured and mutilated his body. I will try to send you his picture later.
Just remember me, friend, because I feel so tired these days and I live with this mess now.
With all my respect,
Aziz
Conveying my sadness, I asked him if there was anything I could possibly do to ease his suffering. As a reporter in that besieged country, he is constantly exhausted and overworked. I hesitantly suggested that perhaps he should take a little time to rest. He promptly replied:
Dahr, my old friend,
I really appreciate your condolence message. Your words affected me very much and I feel that all my friends are around me in this hard time. I live with this mess and I do need some rest time as you advise before getting back to work again. BUT, really, I have to continue working because there are just very few journalists in Iraq now, and especially in my area. I have to cover more and more everyday.
Anyway friend, everything will be ok for me. And I wish we can make some change in our world towards peace.
With my respect to you friend, Aziz
I have also been corresponding with "H," who lives in the volatile Diyala province and has been a dear friend since my first trip to Iraq. He would visit me in Baghdad, bringing with him delicious home-cooked meals from his wife, insisting always that I be the one to eat the first morsel.
A deeply religious man, his unfailing greeting, accompanied by a big hug, would always be: "You are my brother."
He was concerned about the perception that there were vast differences between Islam and Christianity. "Islam and Christianity are not so different," he would say, "In fact they have many more similarities than differences." He would often discuss this with U.S. soldiers in his city.
Yet he was no admirer of imperialism. Last summer in Syria, he and I visited the sprawling Roman ruins of Palmyra. One evening, as we stood together overlooking the vast landscape of crumbling columns and sun-bleached walls in the setting sun, he turned to me and said, "Mr. Dahr, please do not be offended by what I want to say, but it makes me happy to see these ruins and remember that empires always fall because empires are never good for most people."
After several weeks when I received no reply to repeated emails, I wrote to "M," a mutual friend, and received the following response:
Habibi [My dear friend],
It has been very long since I have written to you. I'm sorry. I was terribly busy. I have some very bad news. [H] was kidnapped by the members of al-Qaeda in Diyala 25 days ago and there is no news about him up to this moment. It's a horrible situation. One cannot feel safe in this country.
When I pressed him for more information, he wrote me the details:
[H] was kidnapped as he was trying to get home. He was coming to Baquba to visit his parents, as he does every day. His oldest daughter who was with him told him that a car carrying several men was following them from the beginning of the street leading to his parents' home. So, when he stopped to get his car in the garage, they got out of their car covering their faces and asked him to come with them for questioning. People in Diyala definitely know that such a thing means either killing or arresting for few days. You may ask why I'm sure it is al-Qaeda. That is because no other group, including the U.S. military, dominates the whole city like they do.
We are the people of the city and we know the truth. They overwhelmingly dominate the streets and are even stronger than the government. So, there is no doubt about whether this was al-Qaeda or another group. You may ask how people stay away from these very bad people. People never go in places like the central market of Baquba. For this reason, all, and I mean all, the shops are closed; some people have left Diyala, some have been killed, while most are kept in their homes.
If someone wants to go the market, this means a bad adventure. He may be at last found in the morgue. Al-Qaeda fought every group that are called resistance who work against coalition [U.S.] forces or the government (policemen or Iraqi National Guards). Nowadays, there is fighting between al-Qaeda and other [Iraqi resistance] groups like Qataib who are known here as the honest resistance in the streets. By the way, I forgot, when al-Qaeda kidnaps someone, they also take his car in order that the car shall be used by them. So, they took his car, along with him. In case he is released, he comes without his car. I will tell you more later on.
I soon slipped into the frantic routine all too familiar by now to countless Iraqis – scanning the horrible reports of daily violence in Iraq looking for the faintest clue to the whereabouts of my missing friend
3. Murderously Speaking
In McClatchy News' July 5th roundup of daily violence for Diyala, I read:
"A source in the morgue of Baquba general hospital said that the morgue received today a head of a civilian that was thrown near the iron bridge in Baquba Al Jadida neighborhood today morning.
A medical source in Al Miqdadiyah town northeast [of] Baquba city said that 2 bodies of civilians were moved to the hospital of Miqdadiyah. The source said that the first body was of a man who was killed in an IED explosion near his house in Al Mu'alimeen neighborhood in downtown Baquba city while the second body was of a man who was shot dead near his house in Al Ballor neighborhood in downtown Baquba city."
The data for Baghdad that day read:
"24 anonymous bodies were found in Baghdad today. 16 bodies were found in Karkh, the western side of Baghdad in the following neighborhoods (7 bodies in Amil, 3 bodies in Doura, 2 bodies in Ghazaliyah, 1 body in Jihad, 1 body in Amiriyah, 1 body in Khadhraa and 1 body in Mahmoudiyah). 8 bodies were found in Rusafa, the eastern side of Baghdad in the following neighborhoods (6 bodies in Sadr city, 1 body in Husseiniyah and 1 body in Sleikh.)"
What could I possibly hope to find in nameless reports like these, especially when I know that most of the Iraqi dead never make it anywhere near these reports. That is the way it has been throughout the occupation.
On July 8th, M sent me this email:
Habibi,
Up to this moment, I heard that one of my neighbors saw [H's] photo in the morgue but I couldn't make sure yet. Traditionally, when a body is dropped in a street and found by police, they take it to the morgue. The first thing done is to take a photo for the dead person in the computer to let the families know them. This procedure is followed because the number of bodies is tremendously big. For this people cannot see every body to check for their sons or relatives. For this, people see the photos before going to the refrigerator. I will go to the morgue tomorrow.
The next day he wrote yet again:
Habibi,
Today I went to the morgue. I saw horrible things there. I didn't see [H's] photo among them. Some figures cannot be easily recognized because of the blood or the face is terribly deformed. I saw also only heads; those who were slayed, it's unbelievable. Tomorrow, we will have another visit to make sure again. In your country, when somebody wants to go to the morgue, he may naturally see two or, say, three or four bodies. For us, I saw hundreds today. Every month, the municipality buries those who are not recognized by their families because of the capacity of the morgue. Imagine!
In one of H's last emails to me sent soon after his return home from Syria earlier this summer, he described driving out of Baquba one afternoon. Ominously, he wrote:
We left Baquba, which was sinking in a sea of utter chaos, worries, and instability. People there in that small town were scared of being kidnapped, killed, murdered or expelled. The entire security situation over there was deteriorating; getting to the worse.
Now, that passage might be read as his epitaph.
4. Subjectively Speaking
The morning I receive the latest news from M, I crawl back into bed and lie staring at the ceiling, wondering what will become of H's wife and young children, if he is truly dead. Barring a miracle, I assume that will turn out to be the case.
Later, I go for a walk. It's California sunny and the air is pleasantly cool on my skin. I'm aware – as I often am – that I never even consider looking over my shoulder here. I'm also aware that those I pass on my walk don't know that they aren't even considering looking over their shoulders.
The American Heritage Dictionary's second definition of schizophrenia is:
A situation or condition that results from the coexistence of disparate or antagonistic qualities, identities, or activities: the national schizophrenia that results from carrying out an unpopular war [italics theirs].
That's what I'm experiencing – a national schizophrenia that results from our government carrying out an unpopular war. It's what I continue to experience with never lessening sharpness two years after my last trip to Iraq. The hardest thing, in the California sun with that cool breeze on my face, is to know that two realities in two grimly linked countries coexist, and most people in my own country are barely conscious of this.
In Iraq, of course, there is nothing disparate, no disjuncture, only a constant, relentless grinding and suffering, a pervasive condition of tragic hopelessness and despair with no end in sight.
Irak : thousands of stories and no one to listen ?? mission unacomplished and very sad?
Is there a QUESTION here?
IMHO you have violated Y!A guideline Don't #1.
DON'Ts
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Reply:I am really sorry I can not answer your question.
But I would like to say thank you for your eye opening rendition of what is truly happening.
I knew most news report in the UK were mainly propaganda, but I did not know how bad it actually is: what can the ordinary person do to help?
shell flower
By Dahr Jamail
"In violence we forget who we are" – Mary McCarthy, novelist and critic
1. Statistically Speaking
Having spent a fair amount of time in occupied Iraq, I now find living in the United States nothing short of a schizophrenic experience. Life in Iraq was traumatizing. It was impossible to be there and not be affected by apocalyptic levels of violence and suffering, unimaginable in this country.
But here's the weird thing: One long, comfortable plane ride later and you're in Disneyland, or so it feels on returning to the United States. Sometimes it seems as if I'm in a bubble here that's only moments away from popping. I find myself perpetually amazed at the heights of consumerism and the vigorous pursuit of creature comforts that are the essence of everyday life in this country – and once defined my own life as well.
Here, for most Americans, you can choose to ignore what our government is doing in Iraq. It's as simple as choosing to go to a website other than this one.
The longer the occupation of Iraq continues, the more conscious I grow of the disparity, the utter disjuncture, between our two worlds.
In January 2004, I traveled through villages and cities south of Baghdad investigating the Bechtel Corporation's performance in fulfilling contractual obligations to restore the water supply in the region. In one village outside of Najaf, I looked on in disbelief as women and children collected water from the bottom of a dirt hole. I was told that, during the daily two-hour period when the power supply was on, a broken pipe at the bottom of the hole brought in "water." This was, in fact, the primary water source for the whole village. Eight village children, I learned, had died trying to cross a nearby highway to obtain potable water from a local factory.
In Iraq things have grown exponentially worse since then. Recently, the World Health Organization announced that 70% of Iraqis do not have access to clean water and 80% "lack effective sanitation."
In the United States I step away from my desk, walk into the kitchen, turn on the tap, and watch as clear, cool water fills my glass. I drink it without once thinking about whether it contains a waterborne disease or will cause kidney stones, diarrhea, cholera, or nausea. But there's no way I can stop myself from thinking about what was – and probably still is – in that literal water hole near Najaf.
I open my pantry and then my refrigerator to make my lunch. I have enough food to last a family several days, and then I remember that there is a 21% rate of chronic malnutrition among children in Iraq, and that, according to UNICEF, about one in 10 Iraqi children under five years of age is underweight.
I have a checking account with money in it; 54% of Iraqis now live on less than $1 a day.
I can travel safely on my bicycle whenever I choose – to the grocery store or a nearby city center. Many Iraqis can travel nowhere without fear of harm. Iraq now ranks as the planet's second most unstable country, according to the 2007 Failed States Index.
These are now my two worlds, my two simultaneous realities. They inhabit the same space inside my head in desperately uncomfortable fashion. Sometimes, I almost settle back into this bubble world of ours, but then another email arrives – either directly from friends and contacts in Iraq or forwarded by friends who have spent time in Iraq – and I remember that I'm an incurably schizophrenic journalist living on some kind of borrowed time in both America and Iraq all at once.
2. Emailing
Here is a fairly typical example of the sorts of anguished letters that suddenly appear in my in-box. (With the exception of the odd comma, I've left the examples that follow just as they arrived. They reflect the stressful conditions under which they were written.) This one was sent to my friend Gerri Haynes from an Iraqi friend of hers:
Dear Gerri:
No words can describe the real terror of what's happening and being committed against the population in Baghdad and other cities: the poor people with no money to leave the country, the disabled old men and women, the wives and children of tens of thousands of detainees who can't leave when their dad is getting tortured in the Democratic Prisons, senior years students who have been caught in a situation that forces them to take their finals to finish their degrees, parents of missing young men who got out and never came back, waiting patiently for someone to knock the door and say, "I am back." There are thousands and thousands of sad stories that need to be told but nobody is there to listen.
I called my cousin in the al-Adhamiya neighborhood of Baghdad to check if they are still alive. She is in her sixties and her husband is about seventy. She burst into tears, begging me to pray to God to take their lives away soon so they don't have to go through all this agony. She told me that, with no electricity, it is impossible to go to sleep when it is 40 degrees Celsius unless they get really tired after midnight. Her husband leaves the doors open because they are afraid that the American and Iraqi troops will bomb the doors if they don't respond from first door knock during searching raids. Leaving the doors open is another terror story after the attack of the troops' vicious dogs on a ten-month old baby, tearing him apart and eating him in the same neighborhood just a few days ago. The troops let the dogs attack civilians. The dogs bite them and terrify the kids with their angry red eyes in the middle of the night. So, as you can see my dear Gerri, we don't have only one Abu Ghraib with torturing dogs, we have thousands of Abu Ghraibs all over Baghdad and other Iraqi cities.
I was speechless. I couldn't say anything to comfort her. I felt ashamed to be alive and well. I thought I should be with them, supporting them, and give them some strength even if it costs me my life. I begged her to leave Baghdad. She told me that she can't because of her pregnant daughter and her grandkids. They are all with them in the house without their dad. I am hearing the same story and worse every single day. We keep asking ourselves what did we do to the Americans to deserve all this cruelness, killing, and brutishness? How can the troops do this to poor, hopeless civilians? And why?
Can anybody answer my cousin why she and her poor family are going through this?? Can you Gerri? Because I sure can't.
In recent weeks I had been attempting to get in touch with one of my friends, a journalist in Baghdad. I'll call him Aziz for his safety. Beginning to worry when I didn't receive his usual prompt response, I sent him a second email and this is what finally came back:
Dear old friend Dahr,
I am so sorry for my late reply. It is because my area of Baghdad was closed for six days and also because I lost my cousin. He was killed by a militia. They tortured and mutilated his body. I will try to send you his picture later.
Just remember me, friend, because I feel so tired these days and I live with this mess now.
With all my respect,
Aziz
Conveying my sadness, I asked him if there was anything I could possibly do to ease his suffering. As a reporter in that besieged country, he is constantly exhausted and overworked. I hesitantly suggested that perhaps he should take a little time to rest. He promptly replied:
Dahr, my old friend,
I really appreciate your condolence message. Your words affected me very much and I feel that all my friends are around me in this hard time. I live with this mess and I do need some rest time as you advise before getting back to work again. BUT, really, I have to continue working because there are just very few journalists in Iraq now, and especially in my area. I have to cover more and more everyday.
Anyway friend, everything will be ok for me. And I wish we can make some change in our world towards peace.
With my respect to you friend, Aziz
I have also been corresponding with "H," who lives in the volatile Diyala province and has been a dear friend since my first trip to Iraq. He would visit me in Baghdad, bringing with him delicious home-cooked meals from his wife, insisting always that I be the one to eat the first morsel.
A deeply religious man, his unfailing greeting, accompanied by a big hug, would always be: "You are my brother."
He was concerned about the perception that there were vast differences between Islam and Christianity. "Islam and Christianity are not so different," he would say, "In fact they have many more similarities than differences." He would often discuss this with U.S. soldiers in his city.
Yet he was no admirer of imperialism. Last summer in Syria, he and I visited the sprawling Roman ruins of Palmyra. One evening, as we stood together overlooking the vast landscape of crumbling columns and sun-bleached walls in the setting sun, he turned to me and said, "Mr. Dahr, please do not be offended by what I want to say, but it makes me happy to see these ruins and remember that empires always fall because empires are never good for most people."
After several weeks when I received no reply to repeated emails, I wrote to "M," a mutual friend, and received the following response:
Habibi [My dear friend],
It has been very long since I have written to you. I'm sorry. I was terribly busy. I have some very bad news. [H] was kidnapped by the members of al-Qaeda in Diyala 25 days ago and there is no news about him up to this moment. It's a horrible situation. One cannot feel safe in this country.
When I pressed him for more information, he wrote me the details:
[H] was kidnapped as he was trying to get home. He was coming to Baquba to visit his parents, as he does every day. His oldest daughter who was with him told him that a car carrying several men was following them from the beginning of the street leading to his parents' home. So, when he stopped to get his car in the garage, they got out of their car covering their faces and asked him to come with them for questioning. People in Diyala definitely know that such a thing means either killing or arresting for few days. You may ask why I'm sure it is al-Qaeda. That is because no other group, including the U.S. military, dominates the whole city like they do.
We are the people of the city and we know the truth. They overwhelmingly dominate the streets and are even stronger than the government. So, there is no doubt about whether this was al-Qaeda or another group. You may ask how people stay away from these very bad people. People never go in places like the central market of Baquba. For this reason, all, and I mean all, the shops are closed; some people have left Diyala, some have been killed, while most are kept in their homes.
If someone wants to go the market, this means a bad adventure. He may be at last found in the morgue. Al-Qaeda fought every group that are called resistance who work against coalition [U.S.] forces or the government (policemen or Iraqi National Guards). Nowadays, there is fighting between al-Qaeda and other [Iraqi resistance] groups like Qataib who are known here as the honest resistance in the streets. By the way, I forgot, when al-Qaeda kidnaps someone, they also take his car in order that the car shall be used by them. So, they took his car, along with him. In case he is released, he comes without his car. I will tell you more later on.
I soon slipped into the frantic routine all too familiar by now to countless Iraqis – scanning the horrible reports of daily violence in Iraq looking for the faintest clue to the whereabouts of my missing friend
3. Murderously Speaking
In McClatchy News' July 5th roundup of daily violence for Diyala, I read:
"A source in the morgue of Baquba general hospital said that the morgue received today a head of a civilian that was thrown near the iron bridge in Baquba Al Jadida neighborhood today morning.
A medical source in Al Miqdadiyah town northeast [of] Baquba city said that 2 bodies of civilians were moved to the hospital of Miqdadiyah. The source said that the first body was of a man who was killed in an IED explosion near his house in Al Mu'alimeen neighborhood in downtown Baquba city while the second body was of a man who was shot dead near his house in Al Ballor neighborhood in downtown Baquba city."
The data for Baghdad that day read:
"24 anonymous bodies were found in Baghdad today. 16 bodies were found in Karkh, the western side of Baghdad in the following neighborhoods (7 bodies in Amil, 3 bodies in Doura, 2 bodies in Ghazaliyah, 1 body in Jihad, 1 body in Amiriyah, 1 body in Khadhraa and 1 body in Mahmoudiyah). 8 bodies were found in Rusafa, the eastern side of Baghdad in the following neighborhoods (6 bodies in Sadr city, 1 body in Husseiniyah and 1 body in Sleikh.)"
What could I possibly hope to find in nameless reports like these, especially when I know that most of the Iraqi dead never make it anywhere near these reports. That is the way it has been throughout the occupation.
On July 8th, M sent me this email:
Habibi,
Up to this moment, I heard that one of my neighbors saw [H's] photo in the morgue but I couldn't make sure yet. Traditionally, when a body is dropped in a street and found by police, they take it to the morgue. The first thing done is to take a photo for the dead person in the computer to let the families know them. This procedure is followed because the number of bodies is tremendously big. For this people cannot see every body to check for their sons or relatives. For this, people see the photos before going to the refrigerator. I will go to the morgue tomorrow.
The next day he wrote yet again:
Habibi,
Today I went to the morgue. I saw horrible things there. I didn't see [H's] photo among them. Some figures cannot be easily recognized because of the blood or the face is terribly deformed. I saw also only heads; those who were slayed, it's unbelievable. Tomorrow, we will have another visit to make sure again. In your country, when somebody wants to go to the morgue, he may naturally see two or, say, three or four bodies. For us, I saw hundreds today. Every month, the municipality buries those who are not recognized by their families because of the capacity of the morgue. Imagine!
In one of H's last emails to me sent soon after his return home from Syria earlier this summer, he described driving out of Baquba one afternoon. Ominously, he wrote:
We left Baquba, which was sinking in a sea of utter chaos, worries, and instability. People there in that small town were scared of being kidnapped, killed, murdered or expelled. The entire security situation over there was deteriorating; getting to the worse.
Now, that passage might be read as his epitaph.
4. Subjectively Speaking
The morning I receive the latest news from M, I crawl back into bed and lie staring at the ceiling, wondering what will become of H's wife and young children, if he is truly dead. Barring a miracle, I assume that will turn out to be the case.
Later, I go for a walk. It's California sunny and the air is pleasantly cool on my skin. I'm aware – as I often am – that I never even consider looking over my shoulder here. I'm also aware that those I pass on my walk don't know that they aren't even considering looking over their shoulders.
The American Heritage Dictionary's second definition of schizophrenia is:
A situation or condition that results from the coexistence of disparate or antagonistic qualities, identities, or activities: the national schizophrenia that results from carrying out an unpopular war [italics theirs].
That's what I'm experiencing – a national schizophrenia that results from our government carrying out an unpopular war. It's what I continue to experience with never lessening sharpness two years after my last trip to Iraq. The hardest thing, in the California sun with that cool breeze on my face, is to know that two realities in two grimly linked countries coexist, and most people in my own country are barely conscious of this.
In Iraq, of course, there is nothing disparate, no disjuncture, only a constant, relentless grinding and suffering, a pervasive condition of tragic hopelessness and despair with no end in sight.
Irak : thousands of stories and no one to listen ?? mission unacomplished and very sad?
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Reply:I am really sorry I can not answer your question.
But I would like to say thank you for your eye opening rendition of what is truly happening.
I knew most news report in the UK were mainly propaganda, but I did not know how bad it actually is: what can the ordinary person do to help?
shell flower
When taking children out to a restaurant, cafe or hotel do the catering people think that kids only eat junk?
Seems all that is on offer is burgers, sausages, fish fingers or chicken nuggets and chips with baked beans offered as a veg. My two year old nephew has never eaten things like this, or packet crisps or biscuits, he eats what we eat, and snacks on fruit. As a baby he never ate meals from a jar either. He has the most wonderful skin, doesn't get coughs or colds, has had NO problem teething, and he sleeps like a dream, he's very happy too, we call him Mr giggles coz he's so happy!
When taking children out to a restaurant, cafe or hotel do the catering people think that kids only eat junk?
Its a disgrace isn't it?
I would never let a child eat one of those fat and additive laden so called kids dinners, I would always ask for a small portion of something else on the menu or just share my food.
This is how children get into appalling eating habits that lead to health problems - maybe Jamie could overhaul eating out as well as school meals?? Jamie's restuarant dinners, could catch on??
Reply:You dont get all this abroad, the kids eat what their parents eat, just smaller sizes, thats how they get into the habits of eating veg and pasta etc. Mind you, in this country the parents are eating junk too, so I suppose that argument is null and void
Reply:Its quite bad isnt it, Ive got a two year old and bless him he ends up having a sandwich when we're out he dosn't even like chicken nuggets/burgers or whatever other deep fried crap they put on kids menus, he refuses them and who can blame him?
Reply:thats so sweet a wish a was more like ur nephew, am a girl though lol but a have nice skin aswell and a eat like lots of junk food
Reply:I have noticed that i must admit although i dont have kids, my partners nephew doesnt eat crap like that either - if he comes out with us i share my meal with him usually vegetables or pasta.
Reply:They are just stereotypical, they think that because burgers and other junk are tasty that they're the only things that kids like. They try to give what will get them the most money. Good for you for feeding your child healthy food, especially in this day and age.
Say hi to Mr. Giggles for me:)
Reply:i used to work in a restaurant and agree with you totally. people could order a small portion of certain meals but they usually cost the same as full price once. there was no kiddies pasta options and in my opinion kids love pasta
Reply:you are so right, the same problem in my country
Reply:My 9 year old isn't a fan of nuggets and burgers and if we go for a pub meal he always has the pasta option followed by fruit. One pub we went to actually sent someone from the kitchen to check that the order was right because my son wanted an apple for his dessert, apparently even though it was on the kids menu, no-one had ever ordered one before !
At my sons school they've spent all year teaching them why it's good to eat healthily and he's really taken it to heart, I'm trying to make my 12 year old was more like that, if it isn't crispy coated he complains !!
Reply:That does seem to be the case I've gotten to where I eat out less with my kids and serve restaurant quality foods at home my kids have the palettes of gourmets. My daughter loves salads while my son is a meat and potatoes type but neither one really eats the burgers or nuggets they get from fast foods just the fries. When we go to a nice place I usually take them to a place that offers sides of broccoli or salads or a spaghetti plate for the kids.
Reply:Well sadly the truth about it is ... most kids only eat junk these days.
Well I think it is brilliant that your nephew is fed properly I only wish the rest of the world would follow suit and do the same.
You will have to take him to perhaps a more organic restaurant to have a meal. Coz these restaurants patronise children with all sorts of junk food.
nai nai xx
Reply:I guess when we go out to eat a restaurant, you will more than likely order something different from the food that you eat at home, because it's a treat or a special occasion, perhaps they feel that kids should be offered foods they don't eat at home?? I'm happy for you that your nephew is so good, and more than likely his diet is a big factor in his health and behaviour, but not every parent is so lucky, I had a friend who brought her child up exactly as you described and he was a total nightmare, it depends on the nature of the child as well.
Reply:I agree totally. When I was growing up there was no junk food in our house and we were frequently taken out to restaurants - part of dad's business perks - and there was none of the junk that we have in there nowadays. If you did not like something, you did not get! Some of the posher restaurants would bend over backwards when my sister's friend would eat nothing but fish fingers. They did not have them (it was a steak house) but they went out of the restaurant, bought some fish, cut it into the right shape and coated with natural breadcrumbs and sauteed. We did wonder if she would eat them because of the colour, and the waiter said that they were special fish fingers which only the Queen's children ate in their nursery. Thankfully she accepted that and ate them without any more ado.
If kids are brought up on convenience food, how are they going to learn? We were brought up natural and apart from the odd dislike, we did not suffer for it!
Reply:You are to be commended.
Unfortunately, society in the UK, and possibly the US as well, does not always take a lot of interest in food and seem to think it de rigeur to respond to advertising, which is frequently aimed at children - hence Ronald McDonald.
I have worked Front of House (waiter) in restaurants, and I am appalled at how little knowledge both parents and children seem to have about food, I'm not talking about noisettes of lamb with a celeriac and potato rosti and vichy carrots - I'm talking about steak. When I have asked a customer whether they would prefer fillet or rump, the reply frequenty is 'anything - it's all steak, innit".
European families all sit down at table, and even the six-year olds know their way around a menu. English kids do not even seem to know what to do with a knife and fork, and whinge and create tantrums if they have to eat adult food. I've seen fifteen year olds sulk because we do not serve our Aberdeen Angus burgers in a bun, and adults have sent back the chips because they are "too fat". One of these days I will lose my rag and tell the parents that the skinny matchsticks they expect are not chips, but, more correctly, pommes de terre allumettes.
I am doing some work for the Institute of Hospitality that combines my experience in catering with my qualification as a Social Scientist - I am looking at the catering industry from this dual perspective. Many writers that I have researched claim that there hase been a revolution in food knowledge in the UK, and this is partially the case - the middle classes are more knowledgeable about food, than, say, ten years ago and also dining skills, and, when I go to France, I am no longer a laughing stock because I am an English chef. There is an ever-widening gulf between the social classes, however (witness the parents who pushed pies and burgers through the school fence as these had been banned from school dinners).
You have done the right thing. Food is something to be appreciated and enjoyed, family mealtimes around a table offer a vehicle for conversation and laughter, and children can enjoy honest food as much as adults. Fast food can be eaten with enjoyment at the right time - say, on a trip to a Theme Park, but any parent who stuffs their kids with high-fat food and does not teach table knowledge and etiquette is putting their child's future at risk. Knowledge of food and etiquette is still a requirement in any job outside of social class V.
Finally, I'm not talking about the Gordon Ramsay class of cuisine - I can cook that sort of stuff if need be. What I am talking about is things like soups, stews, gratin dishes, pasta dishes, fish and fruit. If children can eat this sort of fare, then their health and social future is assured. Well done!
Reply:Yes, they do think kids eat junk food. And the parents think that if a restaurant won't cater to that, they won't even come eat, losing money for the restaurant. I know when my parents took me out, I did not order off the menu for kids. They wanted me to learn about good food. But to appease my customers I had to have a kids menu. You have no idea how many chicken strips I served over the years. I would have been happy to do smaller portions of decent stuff for kids, but they wanted the danged chicken strips!
I'm glad your nephew is growing up with an appreciation for real food.
Reply:i just order an adult meal and dont make him eat all of it, my 3 year old loves his veg
When taking children out to a restaurant, cafe or hotel do the catering people think that kids only eat junk?
Its a disgrace isn't it?
I would never let a child eat one of those fat and additive laden so called kids dinners, I would always ask for a small portion of something else on the menu or just share my food.
This is how children get into appalling eating habits that lead to health problems - maybe Jamie could overhaul eating out as well as school meals?? Jamie's restuarant dinners, could catch on??
Reply:You dont get all this abroad, the kids eat what their parents eat, just smaller sizes, thats how they get into the habits of eating veg and pasta etc. Mind you, in this country the parents are eating junk too, so I suppose that argument is null and void
Reply:Its quite bad isnt it, Ive got a two year old and bless him he ends up having a sandwich when we're out he dosn't even like chicken nuggets/burgers or whatever other deep fried crap they put on kids menus, he refuses them and who can blame him?
Reply:thats so sweet a wish a was more like ur nephew, am a girl though lol but a have nice skin aswell and a eat like lots of junk food
Reply:I have noticed that i must admit although i dont have kids, my partners nephew doesnt eat crap like that either - if he comes out with us i share my meal with him usually vegetables or pasta.
Reply:They are just stereotypical, they think that because burgers and other junk are tasty that they're the only things that kids like. They try to give what will get them the most money. Good for you for feeding your child healthy food, especially in this day and age.
Say hi to Mr. Giggles for me:)
Reply:i used to work in a restaurant and agree with you totally. people could order a small portion of certain meals but they usually cost the same as full price once. there was no kiddies pasta options and in my opinion kids love pasta
Reply:you are so right, the same problem in my country
Reply:My 9 year old isn't a fan of nuggets and burgers and if we go for a pub meal he always has the pasta option followed by fruit. One pub we went to actually sent someone from the kitchen to check that the order was right because my son wanted an apple for his dessert, apparently even though it was on the kids menu, no-one had ever ordered one before !
At my sons school they've spent all year teaching them why it's good to eat healthily and he's really taken it to heart, I'm trying to make my 12 year old was more like that, if it isn't crispy coated he complains !!
Reply:That does seem to be the case I've gotten to where I eat out less with my kids and serve restaurant quality foods at home my kids have the palettes of gourmets. My daughter loves salads while my son is a meat and potatoes type but neither one really eats the burgers or nuggets they get from fast foods just the fries. When we go to a nice place I usually take them to a place that offers sides of broccoli or salads or a spaghetti plate for the kids.
Reply:Well sadly the truth about it is ... most kids only eat junk these days.
Well I think it is brilliant that your nephew is fed properly I only wish the rest of the world would follow suit and do the same.
You will have to take him to perhaps a more organic restaurant to have a meal. Coz these restaurants patronise children with all sorts of junk food.
nai nai xx
Reply:I guess when we go out to eat a restaurant, you will more than likely order something different from the food that you eat at home, because it's a treat or a special occasion, perhaps they feel that kids should be offered foods they don't eat at home?? I'm happy for you that your nephew is so good, and more than likely his diet is a big factor in his health and behaviour, but not every parent is so lucky, I had a friend who brought her child up exactly as you described and he was a total nightmare, it depends on the nature of the child as well.
Reply:I agree totally. When I was growing up there was no junk food in our house and we were frequently taken out to restaurants - part of dad's business perks - and there was none of the junk that we have in there nowadays. If you did not like something, you did not get! Some of the posher restaurants would bend over backwards when my sister's friend would eat nothing but fish fingers. They did not have them (it was a steak house) but they went out of the restaurant, bought some fish, cut it into the right shape and coated with natural breadcrumbs and sauteed. We did wonder if she would eat them because of the colour, and the waiter said that they were special fish fingers which only the Queen's children ate in their nursery. Thankfully she accepted that and ate them without any more ado.
If kids are brought up on convenience food, how are they going to learn? We were brought up natural and apart from the odd dislike, we did not suffer for it!
Reply:You are to be commended.
Unfortunately, society in the UK, and possibly the US as well, does not always take a lot of interest in food and seem to think it de rigeur to respond to advertising, which is frequently aimed at children - hence Ronald McDonald.
I have worked Front of House (waiter) in restaurants, and I am appalled at how little knowledge both parents and children seem to have about food, I'm not talking about noisettes of lamb with a celeriac and potato rosti and vichy carrots - I'm talking about steak. When I have asked a customer whether they would prefer fillet or rump, the reply frequenty is 'anything - it's all steak, innit".
European families all sit down at table, and even the six-year olds know their way around a menu. English kids do not even seem to know what to do with a knife and fork, and whinge and create tantrums if they have to eat adult food. I've seen fifteen year olds sulk because we do not serve our Aberdeen Angus burgers in a bun, and adults have sent back the chips because they are "too fat". One of these days I will lose my rag and tell the parents that the skinny matchsticks they expect are not chips, but, more correctly, pommes de terre allumettes.
I am doing some work for the Institute of Hospitality that combines my experience in catering with my qualification as a Social Scientist - I am looking at the catering industry from this dual perspective. Many writers that I have researched claim that there hase been a revolution in food knowledge in the UK, and this is partially the case - the middle classes are more knowledgeable about food, than, say, ten years ago and also dining skills, and, when I go to France, I am no longer a laughing stock because I am an English chef. There is an ever-widening gulf between the social classes, however (witness the parents who pushed pies and burgers through the school fence as these had been banned from school dinners).
You have done the right thing. Food is something to be appreciated and enjoyed, family mealtimes around a table offer a vehicle for conversation and laughter, and children can enjoy honest food as much as adults. Fast food can be eaten with enjoyment at the right time - say, on a trip to a Theme Park, but any parent who stuffs their kids with high-fat food and does not teach table knowledge and etiquette is putting their child's future at risk. Knowledge of food and etiquette is still a requirement in any job outside of social class V.
Finally, I'm not talking about the Gordon Ramsay class of cuisine - I can cook that sort of stuff if need be. What I am talking about is things like soups, stews, gratin dishes, pasta dishes, fish and fruit. If children can eat this sort of fare, then their health and social future is assured. Well done!
Reply:Yes, they do think kids eat junk food. And the parents think that if a restaurant won't cater to that, they won't even come eat, losing money for the restaurant. I know when my parents took me out, I did not order off the menu for kids. They wanted me to learn about good food. But to appease my customers I had to have a kids menu. You have no idea how many chicken strips I served over the years. I would have been happy to do smaller portions of decent stuff for kids, but they wanted the danged chicken strips!
I'm glad your nephew is growing up with an appreciation for real food.
Reply:i just order an adult meal and dont make him eat all of it, my 3 year old loves his veg
List of cool stuff/things?
heres a list of some cool things. lemme know if you have anything else to add.
Trees
Dolphins
Books
The Beatles
Dirt roads
Peanut butter
Glow sticks
Hot Guys
Blue skies
Carnival rides
Dogs
TV
Music
Your mom
Beaches
Quarters
Ducks
Strawberries
China
Perfume (the good kind)
Lotion
Smooth skin
Sunsets
Sunrises
Yellow brick roads
Green
Couds
Flowers
Flavored toothpaste
Blogs (the good ones)
Songs
lyrics
magic
borders(the book store)
nail polish
converse/airwalks
pretty colors minus purple
hippos
guitar
ukulele
singing
dancing
parrots
slides
swings
laughing
the moon
grass (the non itchy kind)
hugs
kisses
number lock
laptops
cameras
swearing
foreign counties
candles
posters
Paris and Nicole
rainbows
Running
Stuff that tastes like chicken
Yelling loud
Making friends
revenge
karma
itunes
ipods
cell phones
shoes
boxer shorts
talking
Hold hands
Kiss in the rain
Typing
Skipping
Jumping over poles
Sitting on the road
Flashing cars
reading
Huging trees
Making people smile
Talking
Watching the sun rise
Watching the clouds roll bye
When time stops for that one moment
sunbathing
booma’s house
jewelry
hot Hawaiians
blonde Britt’s
Wednesdays
Lucy
Babies (just cuz they’re cute not cuz were molesters)
Alaska
New York
Africa
Europe
Eurotrip the movie
Blonde moments
Childhood memories
Kleenex
Kissing boo boos to make them feel better
Being sexy
Skinny dipping
“pants”
Italian new Yorkers
Vanilla
Sleeping in till 3 pm
Parties
Disneyland
Big eyes
Black asses
Juicy apples
Pie
The world
Peace
Mr. Wagner
Friends
Bendy straws
That loud Silence you hear every once in a while
Snow
Wind
Williamsberg
Flying
Magazines
people
my silly *****
my fishing buddy
my kinky *****
eva del sol elgato
ponies
luckycharms
stamps
letters
katie couric
harry potter
the queen of England
prince Williams
dirt
emeralds
sapphires
making wishes at 11:11
living the rockstar life
lollipops
thinking
the smell of new partchment
pizza
spegetti
Italian food
The mafia
The color yellow
The eighties
Big hair
Dane cook
Pumkin from flovor of love
Goldie from flavor of love
Spice girls
Pirates
Hawaii
America
The internet
Happy endings
Best friends
Hearts
Stars
Horseshoes
Clovers
Blue moons
Pot of gold
Red ballons
This one boy
Things that are sexy
Poppies
Magic
The number 69
Flashlight
Orange juice
Lava lamps
Rainy days
List of cool stuff/things?
petrified wood, steve mcqueen movies and Mom's homemade pie..........you just said "pie" which is absurd
Reply:Wow. Those are a lot. I dont you I have anything esle left to add
Reply:me!!!!!
Reply:Good Lord! I didn't see the kitchen sink in there.
Reply:You forgot bats, and I totally agree on pizza.
Reply:You forgot my cat and dildos.
Reply:I think you got eveything, did you put love?
Reply:That's a lot of things! Here's some more to add to your list
Yahoo.com
My Chemical Romance
love
comdey movies
tofu with bbq sauce (yum)
Polls %26amp; Surveys
mix cds
rock music
freedom
butterflies
monkies
England
fire
luck
puppies
new shoes
sunglasses
comets
peace
stars
Texas
jumping
fingerless gloves
mexican food (enchilladas rock)
Hollywood Undead
coffee
holidays
daisies
skateboarding
fireworks
swimming
roses
@-%26gt;--%26gt;-
Reply:mud slides
kissy fish faces
raspberry vanilla body wash
circles
sporks
eatery
clothes
NEBRASKA!
and gooseberries... =]
Trees
Dolphins
Books
The Beatles
Dirt roads
Peanut butter
Glow sticks
Hot Guys
Blue skies
Carnival rides
Dogs
TV
Music
Your mom
Beaches
Quarters
Ducks
Strawberries
China
Perfume (the good kind)
Lotion
Smooth skin
Sunsets
Sunrises
Yellow brick roads
Green
Couds
Flowers
Flavored toothpaste
Blogs (the good ones)
Songs
lyrics
magic
borders(the book store)
nail polish
converse/airwalks
pretty colors minus purple
hippos
guitar
ukulele
singing
dancing
parrots
slides
swings
laughing
the moon
grass (the non itchy kind)
hugs
kisses
number lock
laptops
cameras
swearing
foreign counties
candles
posters
Paris and Nicole
rainbows
Running
Stuff that tastes like chicken
Yelling loud
Making friends
revenge
karma
itunes
ipods
cell phones
shoes
boxer shorts
talking
Hold hands
Kiss in the rain
Typing
Skipping
Jumping over poles
Sitting on the road
Flashing cars
reading
Huging trees
Making people smile
Talking
Watching the sun rise
Watching the clouds roll bye
When time stops for that one moment
sunbathing
booma’s house
jewelry
hot Hawaiians
blonde Britt’s
Wednesdays
Lucy
Babies (just cuz they’re cute not cuz were molesters)
Alaska
New York
Africa
Europe
Eurotrip the movie
Blonde moments
Childhood memories
Kleenex
Kissing boo boos to make them feel better
Being sexy
Skinny dipping
“pants”
Italian new Yorkers
Vanilla
Sleeping in till 3 pm
Parties
Disneyland
Big eyes
Black asses
Juicy apples
Pie
The world
Peace
Mr. Wagner
Friends
Bendy straws
That loud Silence you hear every once in a while
Snow
Wind
Williamsberg
Flying
Magazines
people
my silly *****
my fishing buddy
my kinky *****
eva del sol elgato
ponies
luckycharms
stamps
letters
katie couric
harry potter
the queen of England
prince Williams
dirt
emeralds
sapphires
making wishes at 11:11
living the rockstar life
lollipops
thinking
the smell of new partchment
pizza
spegetti
Italian food
The mafia
The color yellow
The eighties
Big hair
Dane cook
Pumkin from flovor of love
Goldie from flavor of love
Spice girls
Pirates
Hawaii
America
The internet
Happy endings
Best friends
Hearts
Stars
Horseshoes
Clovers
Blue moons
Pot of gold
Red ballons
This one boy
Things that are sexy
Poppies
Magic
The number 69
Flashlight
Orange juice
Lava lamps
Rainy days
List of cool stuff/things?
petrified wood, steve mcqueen movies and Mom's homemade pie..........you just said "pie" which is absurd
Reply:Wow. Those are a lot. I dont you I have anything esle left to add
Reply:me!!!!!
Reply:Good Lord! I didn't see the kitchen sink in there.
Reply:You forgot bats, and I totally agree on pizza.
Reply:You forgot my cat and dildos.
Reply:I think you got eveything, did you put love?
Reply:That's a lot of things! Here's some more to add to your list
Yahoo.com
My Chemical Romance
love
comdey movies
tofu with bbq sauce (yum)
Polls %26amp; Surveys
mix cds
rock music
freedom
butterflies
monkies
England
fire
luck
puppies
new shoes
sunglasses
comets
peace
stars
Texas
jumping
fingerless gloves
mexican food (enchilladas rock)
Hollywood Undead
coffee
holidays
daisies
skateboarding
fireworks
swimming
roses
@-%26gt;--%26gt;-
Reply:mud slides
kissy fish faces
raspberry vanilla body wash
circles
sporks
eatery
clothes
NEBRASKA!
and gooseberries... =]
What is it means seeing Jusis loughing at you, and inviting to set while he was giving a speech.?
i was like coming from darkness when 2 old men were calling me and telling me hi man where you been MR jusis asking about you i said to them, where is he? they answered, there he is, when i looked at where they pointed, i saw a man in therties, with blck bear, and wearing a brown coverall over, smiling to me, and waving with one of his hands inviting me to come to where he was standing, he was standing beside a short wall, may be halfe Meter high, i came all around him, to side of the wall he was standing, and saw very littil number of men wearing the same clothes he wears, and i set front of him, and he conteued speeking but i heard no thing, but he lookes very strong good loking man not white and not dark skin but realy very handsum.
What is it means seeing Jusis loughing at you, and inviting to set while he was giving a speech.?
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Reply:I need to pee.
What is it means seeing Jusis loughing at you, and inviting to set while he was giving a speech.?
oooooooooooooook
Reply:I need to pee.
Is my assumption of Instant peonage for Americon Born who are of Spanish heritage?
Mr. President,
The current immigration bill is the worst thing that has ever been proposed for American born persons of Spanish/Indian blood. They will disappear into obscurity and be assimilated into the mass of new immigrants. Anglos will not distinguish between accents and people of similar skin tone. Unless you are a Geraldo you will become a slave to any current good job. If an American of Spanish heritage goes to look for a new job they will be assumed to not speak fluent English, have no education, have no real job skills, and to have come here for a free ride. If they are smart, Americans of this heritage will be pulling all the strings there are to stop this bill. If it passes they become instant peons to the Democratic Party.
Gary Roulston
Hobbs, NM
Is my assumption of Instant peonage for Americon Born who are of Spanish heritage?
yes it looks to me that way if i understand you what has been said is that there is an assumption no one in the u.s of that descent was ever born there or that people know this
Reply:I'm sorry,you have issues. Report It
Reply:For one thing,Puerto Rican is just like being American since Puerto Rico is a COMMONWEALTH of the USA.As far back as I can remember,Anglos could never distinguish between any accent or similar skin tone.I can tell just by your statement of "anyone of Spanish heritage." Latinos come in all shapes,sizes,colors,and ethnic backgrounds.There are Chinese,Japanese,Jewish,Arab,Indian,Lati... also.But of course you wouldn't know that because according to you,we are all peons and all look alike,
Reply:It sounds like another way to say indentured servants...we let you stay, work, pay taxes, live here, pay a fine of $5000, but if you screw up the deal is off? Is that how it should be? No there should be no border to Mexicans...the treaty of Guadalupe Hildalgo says so...Now if other nationalities are crossing our borders through Mexico then there should be more care taken with them...it would seem like easier access for them isthey can just make it here...
Reply:oh shut up, corrupt retired country club republicans posting with young kid avatars, all that immigration junk by republicans is to attempt to distract people away from the Billions bush is spending on this "war" in iraq, of which will never end, but great for bush and his cronies in collusion making a buck off that...complain about that
and the republicans are already terrorized and desperate as it is losing, and they know these low-income immigrants will be voting Democratic, not republican, republicans will go down in the history books as the corrupt losers they are, the only question will be why no action was taken to prosecute bush and his cronies in collusion of corruption
alstroemeria
The current immigration bill is the worst thing that has ever been proposed for American born persons of Spanish/Indian blood. They will disappear into obscurity and be assimilated into the mass of new immigrants. Anglos will not distinguish between accents and people of similar skin tone. Unless you are a Geraldo you will become a slave to any current good job. If an American of Spanish heritage goes to look for a new job they will be assumed to not speak fluent English, have no education, have no real job skills, and to have come here for a free ride. If they are smart, Americans of this heritage will be pulling all the strings there are to stop this bill. If it passes they become instant peons to the Democratic Party.
Gary Roulston
Hobbs, NM
Is my assumption of Instant peonage for Americon Born who are of Spanish heritage?
yes it looks to me that way if i understand you what has been said is that there is an assumption no one in the u.s of that descent was ever born there or that people know this
Reply:I'm sorry,you have issues. Report It
Reply:For one thing,Puerto Rican is just like being American since Puerto Rico is a COMMONWEALTH of the USA.As far back as I can remember,Anglos could never distinguish between any accent or similar skin tone.I can tell just by your statement of "anyone of Spanish heritage." Latinos come in all shapes,sizes,colors,and ethnic backgrounds.There are Chinese,Japanese,Jewish,Arab,Indian,Lati... also.But of course you wouldn't know that because according to you,we are all peons and all look alike,
Reply:It sounds like another way to say indentured servants...we let you stay, work, pay taxes, live here, pay a fine of $5000, but if you screw up the deal is off? Is that how it should be? No there should be no border to Mexicans...the treaty of Guadalupe Hildalgo says so...Now if other nationalities are crossing our borders through Mexico then there should be more care taken with them...it would seem like easier access for them isthey can just make it here...
Reply:oh shut up, corrupt retired country club republicans posting with young kid avatars, all that immigration junk by republicans is to attempt to distract people away from the Billions bush is spending on this "war" in iraq, of which will never end, but great for bush and his cronies in collusion making a buck off that...complain about that
and the republicans are already terrorized and desperate as it is losing, and they know these low-income immigrants will be voting Democratic, not republican, republicans will go down in the history books as the corrupt losers they are, the only question will be why no action was taken to prosecute bush and his cronies in collusion of corruption
alstroemeria
Getting Bullied by gang member?
I just moved to this new place full of of gangsters. At school a
gang member in my class uses a rubberband as a slingshot to shoot paper at me. I cant tell the teacher because everybody will call me stitch and my friends wont like me anymore. I cant fight back because his gang will jump me. I try to stay away from him but still shoots folded paper at me when im far away from him and it really really really hurts my skin, He even shot a staple at my forehead while I'm doing classwork and it was stuck, He said he was going to bring a knife to school and stab me and he brought the knife but he caught by mr.johnson the security at lunch and suspended. Now hes back and following me home and punching me and kicking me every afterschool except when he's absent. When I was on my way to my moms car his gang pulled me out and beat the hell out of me with bandana on half their faces and foreheads and ran to the metro, they even tryd to beat my mom up, they said if i tell its gonna hapen again
Getting Bullied by gang member?
By saying that they are actually afraid of you going to the police. It's even more troublesome if they aren't.You can contact the police first, inform them there's such an issue going on, "lure" them out by doing something that somehow "offends" them (to increase the vehemence of their intention to beat e hell outta you, so they'll get caught with a higher penalty and get in jail! Yahoo!) Let them follow you around in school or home when the police got your back. After they've been caught try changing your residence and school as well for they may have their other gang members to take revenge on you. Perhaps this will help you..
God Bless..
Reply:all gang bangers need to be dropped on an island with no food and no matches...let them all figure out how to survive....man they are soo lucky i dont have magic powers,,they would all be gone.
Reply:MOVE AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! seriously whats stopping you and your mom from just picking up and leaving?
Reply:As much as you may hate to, you need to go to an adult you trust, who can get you in contact with someone in law enforcement that specializes in gang violence, etc. If you don't stnd up and speak up, it's just going to get worse for you and many others. I know it's a tough situation, hun. I'll pray for you and I want you to pray too. God bless.
Reply:BULLIES 101:
The thing you have to remember about a bully is that they pick on others to make themselves feel better because deep down inside they feel horrible about themselves.
Gang memeber or not.... you have to tell someone - cause these people need to be stopped. What gives them the right to pick on others? People probably don't say anything because they are afraid of him NOT because they respect him!
Tell a teacher... or tell your mom so she can talk to the teacher...
or better yet.... in the middle of lunch or something go up to him and tell him this:
"Why do you pick on me? Oh wait.... I know why.... cause you have to pick on others to make yourself feel better, right?"
and then see what his reaction is.... if he starts to chase you.... run for the hills!!! haha... jk
I bet my bottom dollar he will be so speachless and he will not even know how to react!
Reply:bullies suck dude..and today's gangstas don't mind killing people. You're gonna have to tell someone other than Yahoo answers. Do you have a dad, uncle, older brother? If not you better come clean with the proper authorities, this fuker isn't going to leave you alone.
Reply:Try to get him expelled. If he's already been suspended for bringing a knife, he'd probably get expelled if it happened again.
Keep reporting him to school security. Report anonymously if you have to, but it would be better if you can find someone in the Administration that you trust. Until that happens, try to lay low and avoid him.
Reply:i would talk to someone about this, this is abuse and you should
not have to put up with this, talk to your parents and then they can]
do something about this since they also try to hurt your mother
as well at assualt and if nothing she can press charged against
them for hurting her.
gang member in my class uses a rubberband as a slingshot to shoot paper at me. I cant tell the teacher because everybody will call me stitch and my friends wont like me anymore. I cant fight back because his gang will jump me. I try to stay away from him but still shoots folded paper at me when im far away from him and it really really really hurts my skin, He even shot a staple at my forehead while I'm doing classwork and it was stuck, He said he was going to bring a knife to school and stab me and he brought the knife but he caught by mr.johnson the security at lunch and suspended. Now hes back and following me home and punching me and kicking me every afterschool except when he's absent. When I was on my way to my moms car his gang pulled me out and beat the hell out of me with bandana on half their faces and foreheads and ran to the metro, they even tryd to beat my mom up, they said if i tell its gonna hapen again
Getting Bullied by gang member?
By saying that they are actually afraid of you going to the police. It's even more troublesome if they aren't.You can contact the police first, inform them there's such an issue going on, "lure" them out by doing something that somehow "offends" them (to increase the vehemence of their intention to beat e hell outta you, so they'll get caught with a higher penalty and get in jail! Yahoo!) Let them follow you around in school or home when the police got your back. After they've been caught try changing your residence and school as well for they may have their other gang members to take revenge on you. Perhaps this will help you..
God Bless..
Reply:all gang bangers need to be dropped on an island with no food and no matches...let them all figure out how to survive....man they are soo lucky i dont have magic powers,,they would all be gone.
Reply:MOVE AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! seriously whats stopping you and your mom from just picking up and leaving?
Reply:As much as you may hate to, you need to go to an adult you trust, who can get you in contact with someone in law enforcement that specializes in gang violence, etc. If you don't stnd up and speak up, it's just going to get worse for you and many others. I know it's a tough situation, hun. I'll pray for you and I want you to pray too. God bless.
Reply:BULLIES 101:
The thing you have to remember about a bully is that they pick on others to make themselves feel better because deep down inside they feel horrible about themselves.
Gang memeber or not.... you have to tell someone - cause these people need to be stopped. What gives them the right to pick on others? People probably don't say anything because they are afraid of him NOT because they respect him!
Tell a teacher... or tell your mom so she can talk to the teacher...
or better yet.... in the middle of lunch or something go up to him and tell him this:
"Why do you pick on me? Oh wait.... I know why.... cause you have to pick on others to make yourself feel better, right?"
and then see what his reaction is.... if he starts to chase you.... run for the hills!!! haha... jk
I bet my bottom dollar he will be so speachless and he will not even know how to react!
Reply:bullies suck dude..and today's gangstas don't mind killing people. You're gonna have to tell someone other than Yahoo answers. Do you have a dad, uncle, older brother? If not you better come clean with the proper authorities, this fuker isn't going to leave you alone.
Reply:Try to get him expelled. If he's already been suspended for bringing a knife, he'd probably get expelled if it happened again.
Keep reporting him to school security. Report anonymously if you have to, but it would be better if you can find someone in the Administration that you trust. Until that happens, try to lay low and avoid him.
Reply:i would talk to someone about this, this is abuse and you should
not have to put up with this, talk to your parents and then they can]
do something about this since they also try to hurt your mother
as well at assualt and if nothing she can press charged against
them for hurting her.
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