Dude near the back: "...but he kicked a five year old!"





http://suicidefood.blogspot.com/2009/11/s
Have you forgotten that even worms enjoy dying? No form of life is so humble that it can remain unmoved at the thought of its eventual, meaningless death!
Far be it from us to claim that a pig derives her worth from her capacity to charm humans and fill them with lusty fervor, but Sweet Mama doesn't exactly… Well, she's not the typical barbecue floozy. She is possibly a boar in drag.
Second thoughts or a simple case of stage fright?
Over the years, we have seen some unappealing appeals, but this is the least enticing enticement we can remember.

Hi all
I'm going to ask what might be a really dumb question, but I really can't see the answer on my own....
I've been looking at various websites for reasonably priced hotels in New York City. I'm planning to travel there with a friend next summer and, as we're planning to stay for a week or so, we don''t want to stay in a hostel as we usually would. We're still looking to keep it as reasonable as possible though, and having our own bathroom and bed each (as opposed to bunk beds) is a must. However when i've been looking at various hotels on websites they never say whether the rooms include a bathroom or not. Is this common? If it doesn't mention a bathroom can I assume that there will not be one?
Secondly, can anyone recommend any decent hotels in NYC? I know it's a big place so all I can really say is that we'd like to be as central as possible but also keep it as reasonable as possible. If anyone has stayed in a particularly nice place recently could you possibly share?
Many thanks
When we crossed the Egyptian border at Taba, into the 1948 boundaries of the Israeli state, I ran over to the earthy cliff beside the road and touched Palestinian soil. Hours later, after dusk, we swam in the bathwater-warm Red Sea, and I felt this place soaking into my pores. I got involved in Palestine solidarity organizing when the second intifada began in 2000, and ached to come here for years. But the pain of being able to walk right in, holding my U.S. passport, into the homeland that millions of Palestinians in the diaspora are not allowed to return to, kept me focused on the work I believe is primary for U.S. citizens anyway: working within the U.S. to change our government’s policies, and to build popular support for Palestinians trying to live in peace.
The brutality of “Operation Cast Lead,” this winter’s attacks on the already besieged population of Gaza, jolted me over my block about coming here. When I became involved with the Dialogues Against Militarism delegation, it became clear to me that this was the way in which I needed to finally come to Palestine.
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We didn’t reach Palestine, as currently defined, until a few days ago. When we left Jerusalem and entered the West Bank, I broke down in joy and rage. Leaning against the window looking at the apartheid wall, my fists clenched, gripping the seat, wanting to kick out hard and scream. Joy at finally being here and the rage at what my U.S. tax dollars are subsidizing here.

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