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Friday, January 28, 2005
Thursday night TV was certainly something to write home about.
Anyone who works in any kind of company knows that there are always a group of men at the top who, well, quite frankly noone quite knows how the hell they got there. A combination of a big gob, a nice suit and a lot of luck. (Ah how I'm tempted to digress. I won't, I like my job. Well the money bit anyway)
This is what crossed my mind when I sat down to watch Farenheit 9/11. Everyone knows at least one dickhead who managed to float beneath the radar and then pops up in a big role and that's okay when it's a supermarket chain or or something, but it's a big fekkin wake up call when it the President of the friggin United States!
It was truely frightening. The fact that in actual fact a whole bunch of people that we don't know or the American people never voted for are almost definately pulling the strings is a very frightening thing.
In a company senario we all indulge the idiots at the top and just do whatever they want because at the end of the day it won't harm anyone, we get paid and we at least get to push through some cool stuff. But at the end of the day, we all know that someone is fighting for their moment of glory, their knighthood, their name in the book of Who's Who, people who are sad enough that they need to put their mark on the world to justify themselves being here.
But some decisions affect more than just a company, they affect people not just in one country, but in many countries. They affect whole lives.
I'm not running for office, but if I was and I did something wrong, and I knew that I done something wrong, I would say so, because at the end of the day, it's not about me. What upsets me is this 'damage limitation' stuff which deals with making the individual come out the other end smelling of roses.
I'm not against troops going into Iraq, the way I see it, most of our refugees were from Iraq. So, you either say, sorry you can't come in cos there's not a problem in your country, or you say, yes there is a problem, come stay with us and we will go in and get rid of the dictatorship.
I don't think anyone sees it that way. Can you imagine if noone would have bothered helping the Jews when Hitler was killing them?
Watching F 9/11 did change my opinion somewhat though about western intervention.
My mother, an Austrian Catholic, suffered somewhat under the Nazi activity, (they were egotistical little shits to everyone). My mothers family thought the yanks were great. Even though General Pattern chucked them out of their house so that they could have their HQ there, the americans were harsh but fair. They demanded everyone give up their weapons, searched their houses by force, but they gave chocs and chewing gum to the kids and were very kind. They went after the old Nazis and whooped them in front of the regular people. they were heros. My mum even ended up getting a doggie from a soldier called Cisco.
That's not the impression I got from the soldiers in Iraq( in this programme ). Some of them were talking about listening to pumpin' music and shooting the hell outta people. I do believe most of this programme is just propaganda, but i do think the game has changed.
There's a Jewish saying, that you should do a mitzvah every day. That means do a good deed.
It might make a difference.
Anyone who works in any kind of company knows that there are always a group of men at the top who, well, quite frankly noone quite knows how the hell they got there. A combination of a big gob, a nice suit and a lot of luck. (Ah how I'm tempted to digress. I won't, I like my job. Well the money bit anyway)
This is what crossed my mind when I sat down to watch Farenheit 9/11. Everyone knows at least one dickhead who managed to float beneath the radar and then pops up in a big role and that's okay when it's a supermarket chain or or something, but it's a big fekkin wake up call when it the President of the friggin United States!
It was truely frightening. The fact that in actual fact a whole bunch of people that we don't know or the American people never voted for are almost definately pulling the strings is a very frightening thing.
In a company senario we all indulge the idiots at the top and just do whatever they want because at the end of the day it won't harm anyone, we get paid and we at least get to push through some cool stuff. But at the end of the day, we all know that someone is fighting for their moment of glory, their knighthood, their name in the book of Who's Who, people who are sad enough that they need to put their mark on the world to justify themselves being here.
But some decisions affect more than just a company, they affect people not just in one country, but in many countries. They affect whole lives.
I'm not running for office, but if I was and I did something wrong, and I knew that I done something wrong, I would say so, because at the end of the day, it's not about me. What upsets me is this 'damage limitation' stuff which deals with making the individual come out the other end smelling of roses.
I'm not against troops going into Iraq, the way I see it, most of our refugees were from Iraq. So, you either say, sorry you can't come in cos there's not a problem in your country, or you say, yes there is a problem, come stay with us and we will go in and get rid of the dictatorship.
I don't think anyone sees it that way. Can you imagine if noone would have bothered helping the Jews when Hitler was killing them?
Watching F 9/11 did change my opinion somewhat though about western intervention.
My mother, an Austrian Catholic, suffered somewhat under the Nazi activity, (they were egotistical little shits to everyone). My mothers family thought the yanks were great. Even though General Pattern chucked them out of their house so that they could have their HQ there, the americans were harsh but fair. They demanded everyone give up their weapons, searched their houses by force, but they gave chocs and chewing gum to the kids and were very kind. They went after the old Nazis and whooped them in front of the regular people. they were heros. My mum even ended up getting a doggie from a soldier called Cisco.
That's not the impression I got from the soldiers in Iraq( in this programme ). Some of them were talking about listening to pumpin' music and shooting the hell outta people. I do believe most of this programme is just propaganda, but i do think the game has changed.
There's a Jewish saying, that you should do a mitzvah every day. That means do a good deed.
It might make a difference.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
It's New Year again isn't it, and every year I think about making some resolutions and one of them is invariably to update my blog and do something remotely entertaining with my website.
Another of my resolutions is to stop being such a clumsy oaf. It's a wonder that Eric hasn't booted me out of his flat telling me never to cross it's threshold again. As it is he's been very patient, although he has restricted my movements so that I am not allowed within a 1 metre radious of his laptop. Fair enough. He's seen the state of mine.
My recent bad streak started with me spilling brandy into his keyboard while he was out. It was fine for a while, but then the letters started coming out in a strange way. At first I attributed this to the brandy which had managed to make its way into my mouth, but after about 10 minutes of denial and trying to have some sort of dyslexic panic attack on IRC I admitted defeat. In a vain attempt to fix it before he got home, I tried to 'steam out the brandy'. 'You're steaming your computer?!?' said Lila on IRC. ' wl Ibbbbbbve gdosduubbbbbbb' I replied. The steaming involved boiling some water, putting it into a mug and waving the keyboard over it. At best a couple of fluff balls fell into the mug. In the end in true Michelle fashion I turned off the PC, went to bed and hoped that it would be okay in the morning.
It wasn't.
Eric ended up taking the whole thing apart. 'Brandy was it?' he said as the sticky sweet aroma hit our nostrils. There have been a few more spillage incidents, but I have now graduated to much grander acts of mindless vandalism.
Could have happened to anyone. The curtain often drapes itself on the chair by the computer and on one occasion I sat on it and the bracket that holds the curtain rail sort of came out of the wall. I surveyed the damage from a few different perspectives and decided that you could hardly notice, if you tilted your head, squinted a little and ignored any other point of reference. Eric wasn't tilting his head or any one of those things when he came home.
'Oh that' I said, 'the curtain raped itself on the chair, really not my fault at all'. He shrugged. Luckily as he rents he's not really bothered what the place looks like. There are dents in the ceiling from him throwing his boots up there when there was a junky DJ living upstairs. He eventually got 'booted' out by the environmental health people when Eric kept grassing him up.
Anyway, I decided that enough was really enough at about 3am this morning when Eric came home about 60 seconds after the curtain rail hit me on the head. The story that I'm sticking to is that it 'just fell' and that I was dreadfully injured. In reality, while sitting beneath it I realised that it really did look quite awful and I was wondering if it was as loose as it looked. I was convinced that it was quite firmly rooted and gave it a tug. I hadn't actually counted on the opposite senario and felt rather caught in the act when Eric came in only moments later.
At the tender age of 29, I feel that I now need to be treated like those either at the very beginning or nearing the end of their mortality. Those that really shouldn't be left alone for their own safety. I probably shouldn't drive or use heavy machinary either.
Another of my resolutions is to stop being such a clumsy oaf. It's a wonder that Eric hasn't booted me out of his flat telling me never to cross it's threshold again. As it is he's been very patient, although he has restricted my movements so that I am not allowed within a 1 metre radious of his laptop. Fair enough. He's seen the state of mine.
My recent bad streak started with me spilling brandy into his keyboard while he was out. It was fine for a while, but then the letters started coming out in a strange way. At first I attributed this to the brandy which had managed to make its way into my mouth, but after about 10 minutes of denial and trying to have some sort of dyslexic panic attack on IRC I admitted defeat. In a vain attempt to fix it before he got home, I tried to 'steam out the brandy'. 'You're steaming your computer?!?' said Lila on IRC. ' wl Ibbbbbbve gdosduubbbbbbb' I replied. The steaming involved boiling some water, putting it into a mug and waving the keyboard over it. At best a couple of fluff balls fell into the mug. In the end in true Michelle fashion I turned off the PC, went to bed and hoped that it would be okay in the morning.
It wasn't.
Eric ended up taking the whole thing apart. 'Brandy was it?' he said as the sticky sweet aroma hit our nostrils. There have been a few more spillage incidents, but I have now graduated to much grander acts of mindless vandalism.
Could have happened to anyone. The curtain often drapes itself on the chair by the computer and on one occasion I sat on it and the bracket that holds the curtain rail sort of came out of the wall. I surveyed the damage from a few different perspectives and decided that you could hardly notice, if you tilted your head, squinted a little and ignored any other point of reference. Eric wasn't tilting his head or any one of those things when he came home.
'Oh that' I said, 'the curtain raped itself on the chair, really not my fault at all'. He shrugged. Luckily as he rents he's not really bothered what the place looks like. There are dents in the ceiling from him throwing his boots up there when there was a junky DJ living upstairs. He eventually got 'booted' out by the environmental health people when Eric kept grassing him up.
Anyway, I decided that enough was really enough at about 3am this morning when Eric came home about 60 seconds after the curtain rail hit me on the head. The story that I'm sticking to is that it 'just fell' and that I was dreadfully injured. In reality, while sitting beneath it I realised that it really did look quite awful and I was wondering if it was as loose as it looked. I was convinced that it was quite firmly rooted and gave it a tug. I hadn't actually counted on the opposite senario and felt rather caught in the act when Eric came in only moments later.
At the tender age of 29, I feel that I now need to be treated like those either at the very beginning or nearing the end of their mortality. Those that really shouldn't be left alone for their own safety. I probably shouldn't drive or use heavy machinary either.
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