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23.4.03
blink and youll miss it.
15 segundos. es todo lo necesario.
en ese tiempo tu amor se puede expresar. una aceptacion o rechaso puede darse. pero aun mas...
los 15 segundos en una esquina cualquiera.
en el coche, la madre se recuerda de los carinos de su padre mientras espera el cambio de la luz. a su lado, su hijo mira a la chica que cruza la calle. la chica llora por su novio. el novio muere en un hospital a esa hora al otro lado de la ciudad. sus padres se derrumban adentro. y en el cuarto de al lado, una mujer soltera da vida, y un hombre camina por primera vez en una decada aunque deberia haber muerto hace tiempos ya muy lejos. en la esquina de la calle, un hombre paga por su cafe. la mesera piensa en lo que habra sido de su vida. un chico le tiene compasion a la chica que llora y se le acerca. en el cafe, un chico le pide matrimonio a su chica. la chica le acepta y sus vidas cambian. en el bano, una chica se prepara para el suicidio. afuera, una chica le espera con su amor envuelto en una caja aterciopelada. en un coche, un hombre decide proponer una guerra. a su lado, otro considera dar ayuda humanitaria. otro coche, un hombre piensa como gasto su vida, y no mira. los hombres de guerra y paz han muerto, el de la vida, ha tenido un cambio de mentalidad. una mujer afuera del cafe decide que quiere tener hijo. le sigue una mujer llorando por el hijo que ya no va a tener. en direccion contraria, un chico le dice la verdad a su chica. en su casa, la chica esta sin consolacion. un chico entretiene pensamientos de lujuria por la chica de la minifalda. la chica por fin entiende la formula quimica. dos desconocidos se hacen conocidos por la gracia de la fortuna ciega. la pareja comparte su primer beso. dos personas se miran y deciden no hablarse. otras dos se ven de manera verdadera por primera vez sobre un cafe. en la ventana encima de la calle, el autor termina su libro, y el artista empieza su obra. una bala cruza la calle y una vida se apaga. los ninos juegan. uno se cae y su brazo se quiebra causando la perdida al mundo de el futuro atleta que revolucionara el mundo. al mismo tiempo, se hace un descubrimiento en el laboratorio que hara que la virus del sida termine su existencia. una chica se entrega a su novio por primera vez en su apartamento. ahi cerca, asaltan a una mujer. el asaltante le pide disculpas en su cabeza. lejos, una familia pobre espera el regreso de su padre con ansiedad. la radio tira una cancion, y su artista se encuentra en un callejon endrogado. y yo me acuesto cerrando mis ojos. y la ciudad respira, y empiesan otros quince segundos.
y tu que haras con tus proximos 15 segundos?
en ese tiempo tu amor se puede expresar. una aceptacion o rechaso puede darse. pero aun mas...
los 15 segundos en una esquina cualquiera.
en el coche, la madre se recuerda de los carinos de su padre mientras espera el cambio de la luz. a su lado, su hijo mira a la chica que cruza la calle. la chica llora por su novio. el novio muere en un hospital a esa hora al otro lado de la ciudad. sus padres se derrumban adentro. y en el cuarto de al lado, una mujer soltera da vida, y un hombre camina por primera vez en una decada aunque deberia haber muerto hace tiempos ya muy lejos. en la esquina de la calle, un hombre paga por su cafe. la mesera piensa en lo que habra sido de su vida. un chico le tiene compasion a la chica que llora y se le acerca. en el cafe, un chico le pide matrimonio a su chica. la chica le acepta y sus vidas cambian. en el bano, una chica se prepara para el suicidio. afuera, una chica le espera con su amor envuelto en una caja aterciopelada. en un coche, un hombre decide proponer una guerra. a su lado, otro considera dar ayuda humanitaria. otro coche, un hombre piensa como gasto su vida, y no mira. los hombres de guerra y paz han muerto, el de la vida, ha tenido un cambio de mentalidad. una mujer afuera del cafe decide que quiere tener hijo. le sigue una mujer llorando por el hijo que ya no va a tener. en direccion contraria, un chico le dice la verdad a su chica. en su casa, la chica esta sin consolacion. un chico entretiene pensamientos de lujuria por la chica de la minifalda. la chica por fin entiende la formula quimica. dos desconocidos se hacen conocidos por la gracia de la fortuna ciega. la pareja comparte su primer beso. dos personas se miran y deciden no hablarse. otras dos se ven de manera verdadera por primera vez sobre un cafe. en la ventana encima de la calle, el autor termina su libro, y el artista empieza su obra. una bala cruza la calle y una vida se apaga. los ninos juegan. uno se cae y su brazo se quiebra causando la perdida al mundo de el futuro atleta que revolucionara el mundo. al mismo tiempo, se hace un descubrimiento en el laboratorio que hara que la virus del sida termine su existencia. una chica se entrega a su novio por primera vez en su apartamento. ahi cerca, asaltan a una mujer. el asaltante le pide disculpas en su cabeza. lejos, una familia pobre espera el regreso de su padre con ansiedad. la radio tira una cancion, y su artista se encuentra en un callejon endrogado. y yo me acuesto cerrando mis ojos. y la ciudad respira, y empiesan otros quince segundos.
y tu que haras con tus proximos 15 segundos?
me recuerdo de mi futuro.
no se como. pero ayer tuve recuerdos de mis futuros.
multiples y diversos, eran inumerables. desde mi nacimiento hasta la noche de hoy, todo estaba descubierto ahi. y cada decision que tome, e incluso aquellas que falle en tomar... ahi vi su efecto en mi presente. y viendo tanto posibilidad, tanta variacion, note que todo camino tenia su comienso en una instancia diminuta. un encuentro al azar que nunca sucedio, la hora cuando me fui y la del retorno, palabras dichas al momento sin razon y las nunca dichas, la mirada echada en cierta direccion, donde coloque mi mano esa noche e inumerables eventos mas; cosas que carecen de importancia en su momento. ahora que puedo ver los futuros que he dejado pasar, siento una depresion venir. con tanta posibilidad, y tanto que me ha sutilmente dejado atras, no me sirve la imaginacion para ver donde terminare y cuantas vidas mas podre haber vivido. peor aun, sera esta la mejor opcion? sera posible que pudiera disfrutar de algo aun mejor? aun no me he levantado para ver mi vida. hay demasiado en este mundo como para poder hacerlo todo en una sola pasada...
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"dont ask. it doesnt matter why." or "i dont care enough to know why."
no se como. pero ayer tuve recuerdos de mis futuros.
multiples y diversos, eran inumerables. desde mi nacimiento hasta la noche de hoy, todo estaba descubierto ahi. y cada decision que tome, e incluso aquellas que falle en tomar... ahi vi su efecto en mi presente. y viendo tanto posibilidad, tanta variacion, note que todo camino tenia su comienso en una instancia diminuta. un encuentro al azar que nunca sucedio, la hora cuando me fui y la del retorno, palabras dichas al momento sin razon y las nunca dichas, la mirada echada en cierta direccion, donde coloque mi mano esa noche e inumerables eventos mas; cosas que carecen de importancia en su momento. ahora que puedo ver los futuros que he dejado pasar, siento una depresion venir. con tanta posibilidad, y tanto que me ha sutilmente dejado atras, no me sirve la imaginacion para ver donde terminare y cuantas vidas mas podre haber vivido. peor aun, sera esta la mejor opcion? sera posible que pudiera disfrutar de algo aun mejor? aun no me he levantado para ver mi vida. hay demasiado en este mundo como para poder hacerlo todo en una sola pasada...
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"dont ask. it doesnt matter why." or "i dont care enough to know why."
16.4.03
dont take this personally
not to upset anyone. but it seems that the christian blogs tend to end on the same note over and over again. "oh well, i guess god has a plan and he knows whats best so ill just sit back and wait for it to be revealed to me."
its an observation is all.... but i do think that perhaps there should be slightly more initiative displayed... less of the "ill leave up to someone else" type attitude that seems to be catching on like a rampant plague, and more of the "im going to do this..."
because if we follow the christian train of thought, whatever you do has already been planned beforehand (unless your doing something slightly off like placing explosives in cars and bullets in heads, then its a matter of free will, but thats a complicated issue so lets move on), so taking an action isnt as horrible as you think. just go.
do what you really feel like doing because in theory you should no longer be that concerned with doing the wrong thing or undertaking that which god doesnt want you to. if anything, your past christian experiences have given you a good idea of what it is that is expected of you, so you should be relatively safe in whatever option you choose (because you are only considering options that fall in line with your beliefs, so theres no truly wrong choice...)
on the other hand.. you are not judged by actions. so doing something that in hindsight you shouldnt have, shouldnt be that large a problem (not in the overblown existential way some people make it out to be), because no one is asking you to be a pope or the perfect role model for young blonde haired children everywhere...
so just do something! you cant sit there hoping and praying for days on end... if you do that then you have a series of problems (not psychological or anything like that...) because you cannot make a quick decision if one where to appear. instead you would be confused and so caught up in trying to outhink god that the opportunity would pass you by. at which point you turnaround and say, "oh well, probably for the best because thats what god wanted."
rubbish. you assume that a god would test only to see if his subjects would fall. what stops that same god from testing to see if you have learned from past test's that have been given to you (think of it like that pavlov experiment, but on a much grander scale with multiple conditioners) to see if you can make the proper choice on your own because you have learned what it is that god is expecting from you? why do you need to constantly be turned and guided in the proper direction like so many infants? have you not, once again theoretically, grown matured and developed in the "right" (in quotations because it depends on who you ask... buddhists would disagree with you like you do with them) path/lifestyle, then you should be able to live it without constantly having to resort to the user manual and customer support.
you know what.... take what you will from this....
me, i have issues with organized religion (or any religion led by humanity on supposedly divine sources that where interpreted by the "imperfect" humans in the first place...)
im going to go kick something.
you have fun doing what you do.
not to upset anyone. but it seems that the christian blogs tend to end on the same note over and over again. "oh well, i guess god has a plan and he knows whats best so ill just sit back and wait for it to be revealed to me."
its an observation is all.... but i do think that perhaps there should be slightly more initiative displayed... less of the "ill leave up to someone else" type attitude that seems to be catching on like a rampant plague, and more of the "im going to do this..."
because if we follow the christian train of thought, whatever you do has already been planned beforehand (unless your doing something slightly off like placing explosives in cars and bullets in heads, then its a matter of free will, but thats a complicated issue so lets move on), so taking an action isnt as horrible as you think. just go.
do what you really feel like doing because in theory you should no longer be that concerned with doing the wrong thing or undertaking that which god doesnt want you to. if anything, your past christian experiences have given you a good idea of what it is that is expected of you, so you should be relatively safe in whatever option you choose (because you are only considering options that fall in line with your beliefs, so theres no truly wrong choice...)
on the other hand.. you are not judged by actions. so doing something that in hindsight you shouldnt have, shouldnt be that large a problem (not in the overblown existential way some people make it out to be), because no one is asking you to be a pope or the perfect role model for young blonde haired children everywhere...
so just do something! you cant sit there hoping and praying for days on end... if you do that then you have a series of problems (not psychological or anything like that...) because you cannot make a quick decision if one where to appear. instead you would be confused and so caught up in trying to outhink god that the opportunity would pass you by. at which point you turnaround and say, "oh well, probably for the best because thats what god wanted."
rubbish. you assume that a god would test only to see if his subjects would fall. what stops that same god from testing to see if you have learned from past test's that have been given to you (think of it like that pavlov experiment, but on a much grander scale with multiple conditioners) to see if you can make the proper choice on your own because you have learned what it is that god is expecting from you? why do you need to constantly be turned and guided in the proper direction like so many infants? have you not, once again theoretically, grown matured and developed in the "right" (in quotations because it depends on who you ask... buddhists would disagree with you like you do with them) path/lifestyle, then you should be able to live it without constantly having to resort to the user manual and customer support.
you know what.... take what you will from this....
me, i have issues with organized religion (or any religion led by humanity on supposedly divine sources that where interpreted by the "imperfect" humans in the first place...)
im going to go kick something.
you have fun doing what you do.
me learn edd
curiously enough if you talk too much you can come off as being quite stupid.
nothing against those with a gift of gab, but the more you say, then the more opportunity you give the stupid in your brain from coming out your mouth. see, if you constantly talk, then probability says you will say something stupid. youll kill a joke, youll say something you shouldnt, etc etc.
so the trick here then, based on that, is that you should say very little.
and what you do say should be either ridiculousy funny, or remarkably intelligent (or both if your a cocky son of a bitch).
because if you say something intelligent but then bury it under thirty minutes of rubbish and incoherent babbling no one is going to remember the smart thing you said, instead they will remember that you just went on and on about nothing in particular (which many people do when they fancy a person... just watch em). on the other hand, say only the intelligent phrase, and people will assume your smarter than you really are.
its a matter of proportions.
intelligent comments/all comments.
you want to keep those fairly close, of course we can also include in there,
witty or funny comments+intelligent comments/all comments > stupid comments (squared)/all comments.
this is the desired ratio. obviously hard to maintain. because everything you say is factored into that equation, so every time you open your mouth, you risk upsetting the ratios, and we cant have that.
of course we cant have everyone being quiet all the time. so what we need is another addition to the formula..
[#people talking (raised to avg. # of their friends) * comment ratio - (blood alcohol content per person * person)] - [# stupid comments * #of people{raised to 2x#friends you share*awkward silences you caused (cubed)}] = how they will remember you (higher numbers are better, negatives mean you need to stop talking).
this doesnt take into account being caught in lies or acting stupid (vomiting, key-ing cars, staring at other people, wetting your pants [dirty girl], etc.) but that gets rather complicated and doesnt matter too much for me right now.
however. there is an interesting thing. that no matter how stupid something is, if you just run with it, it wont seem that stupid. if you say something stupid (ie. i wish i was a cat when everyone is talking about the latest car and how it does everything but pleasure you), then run with it, just take off and go. this can turn awkward stupid moment into something funny or at least, less weird than people think it is when first hearing it.... unless your a freak in which case you better go back to flossing with your own hair. (thats what they do.)
its all true......
spell check has led to a downfall in my spelling.
nothing against those with a gift of gab, but the more you say, then the more opportunity you give the stupid in your brain from coming out your mouth. see, if you constantly talk, then probability says you will say something stupid. youll kill a joke, youll say something you shouldnt, etc etc.
so the trick here then, based on that, is that you should say very little.
and what you do say should be either ridiculousy funny, or remarkably intelligent (or both if your a cocky son of a bitch).
because if you say something intelligent but then bury it under thirty minutes of rubbish and incoherent babbling no one is going to remember the smart thing you said, instead they will remember that you just went on and on about nothing in particular (which many people do when they fancy a person... just watch em). on the other hand, say only the intelligent phrase, and people will assume your smarter than you really are.
its a matter of proportions.
intelligent comments/all comments.
you want to keep those fairly close, of course we can also include in there,
witty or funny comments+intelligent comments/all comments > stupid comments (squared)/all comments.
this is the desired ratio. obviously hard to maintain. because everything you say is factored into that equation, so every time you open your mouth, you risk upsetting the ratios, and we cant have that.
of course we cant have everyone being quiet all the time. so what we need is another addition to the formula..
[#people talking (raised to avg. # of their friends) * comment ratio - (blood alcohol content per person * person)] - [# stupid comments * #of people{raised to 2x#friends you share*awkward silences you caused (cubed)}] = how they will remember you (higher numbers are better, negatives mean you need to stop talking).
this doesnt take into account being caught in lies or acting stupid (vomiting, key-ing cars, staring at other people, wetting your pants [dirty girl], etc.) but that gets rather complicated and doesnt matter too much for me right now.
however. there is an interesting thing. that no matter how stupid something is, if you just run with it, it wont seem that stupid. if you say something stupid (ie. i wish i was a cat when everyone is talking about the latest car and how it does everything but pleasure you), then run with it, just take off and go. this can turn awkward stupid moment into something funny or at least, less weird than people think it is when first hearing it.... unless your a freak in which case you better go back to flossing with your own hair. (thats what they do.)
its all true......
spell check has led to a downfall in my spelling.
been a week.
heres an idea...
evil is necessary.
while people are always looking for ways to abolish evil and set up a world full of right, it really cant be done.
i dont say this because im an anarchist, or because im taking a shot at religion.
but because we legitamitly need evil.
say for instance, in an amazing coincidence and against all laws of probability, you wake up and have the ability to abolish evil next tuesday. so you snap your fingers, sing a sea shanty and "poof" evil is abolished across the land.
well, now what?
now you have no measure as to what is good. because evil and good are only existent if they have each other. its a matter of comparison. if you eliminate evil, then youve eliminated all levels of evil, and there are several ranging from genocide/torture type 7th level of hell evil, to the more mild white lie/wasnt me, slap on the wrist type evil. then all youve really done is made barely good the new evil. so suddenly we all need to lead pope-esque type lives in order to be good because anything less is considered evil.
see it is really hard to envision the absence of evil because all we have is the ability to compare and choose. so we compare lying to telling the truth, and sometimes lying isn't evil, ans sometimes it is.... ie. do i look fat? no - lie (but a good lie, so it isnt evil), yes - evil (because of the entire personal social relationships that we have to work so hard to keep ramifications of that statement, unless she has put on 100 pounds in the last week, in which case you have every right to say yes, and say it loudly and boldly).
so even though im rambling and going on quite a bit... what i mean to say is that there is no way to eliminate evil completely because we need that evil to be able to determine what is good.
or maybe its a matter of justification?
this is rather flimsy (i havent put too much thought into this aspect of it....) but it goes something like this...
assuming you were raised in a cave until the age of 15 (because then you have some sense of reason and whatnot, besides its the number of the channel on the tv.) and then you step outside for the first time and see the following... an eagle (or other large bird) snatching (and in the process effectively killing) a small furry bunny type animal. to you this is evil (assuming your recently-emerged-from-cave-person) because the bird thing killed the small furry bunny type thing. however, when you justify it by saying that the bird needed to eat that bunny thing in order to stay alive, then its not evil (some people even call it the beauty of nature... odd how killing animals is beautiful if done by other animals but wrong if it involves humans anywhere (that bear is mad it attacked a human..... ah, the beauty of nature, that bear just caught a salmon [untrue, it attacked the salmon just as it did the human])) so maybe if we can justify our actions correctly enough we can turn it from un-good to good.
just a thought.
heres an idea...
evil is necessary.
while people are always looking for ways to abolish evil and set up a world full of right, it really cant be done.
i dont say this because im an anarchist, or because im taking a shot at religion.
but because we legitamitly need evil.
say for instance, in an amazing coincidence and against all laws of probability, you wake up and have the ability to abolish evil next tuesday. so you snap your fingers, sing a sea shanty and "poof" evil is abolished across the land.
well, now what?
now you have no measure as to what is good. because evil and good are only existent if they have each other. its a matter of comparison. if you eliminate evil, then youve eliminated all levels of evil, and there are several ranging from genocide/torture type 7th level of hell evil, to the more mild white lie/wasnt me, slap on the wrist type evil. then all youve really done is made barely good the new evil. so suddenly we all need to lead pope-esque type lives in order to be good because anything less is considered evil.
see it is really hard to envision the absence of evil because all we have is the ability to compare and choose. so we compare lying to telling the truth, and sometimes lying isn't evil, ans sometimes it is.... ie. do i look fat? no - lie (but a good lie, so it isnt evil), yes - evil (because of the entire personal social relationships that we have to work so hard to keep ramifications of that statement, unless she has put on 100 pounds in the last week, in which case you have every right to say yes, and say it loudly and boldly).
so even though im rambling and going on quite a bit... what i mean to say is that there is no way to eliminate evil completely because we need that evil to be able to determine what is good.
or maybe its a matter of justification?
this is rather flimsy (i havent put too much thought into this aspect of it....) but it goes something like this...
assuming you were raised in a cave until the age of 15 (because then you have some sense of reason and whatnot, besides its the number of the channel on the tv.) and then you step outside for the first time and see the following... an eagle (or other large bird) snatching (and in the process effectively killing) a small furry bunny type animal. to you this is evil (assuming your recently-emerged-from-cave-person) because the bird thing killed the small furry bunny type thing. however, when you justify it by saying that the bird needed to eat that bunny thing in order to stay alive, then its not evil (some people even call it the beauty of nature... odd how killing animals is beautiful if done by other animals but wrong if it involves humans anywhere (that bear is mad it attacked a human..... ah, the beauty of nature, that bear just caught a salmon [untrue, it attacked the salmon just as it did the human])) so maybe if we can justify our actions correctly enough we can turn it from un-good to good.
just a thought.
5.4.03
scattered
i dont have a thing to write about. dont know, just felt like i had to write or do something. like that feeling you get that you ought to do something, inevitably yes you are doing something because its quite impossible to do absolutely nothing. So yes, i had to do something.
and the greatest part is, even though i have a desire to write something, i at times realize that i dont have anything to say that is interesting... because i could write all the typical and rather boring day to day trite you can find in millions of other blogs, but you know.. i seriously doubt anyone really cares what kind of sauce i had with my salad, or if i even had a salad for that matter. or at just what hour i had my lunch and who i talked with, etc etc. its fascinatingly boring stuff.
but heres something that ocurred to me earlier and i had forgotten until recently. perhaps we can all agree to this.
lets have everyone who turns 21 spend a year doing community service. not the governmental community service you get assigned for wandering around horribly inebriated the whole of the weekend and deciding that the middle of the engineering mall is the best place for you to expose to the world everything you had go down your throat in the last 12 hours, except in reverse and inside out. not that kind. instead, i want to propose they do social service for those of us who cannot buy the fermentation of barley yet. it seems a fair trade off doesnt it? you bitch when your sub-21 about not being able to acquire alcohol in any easy manner... yet when you do turn 21 suddenly your too f'n busy to go buy some whiskey , rum, lager or beer for your mates. who are bitching about not being 21 like you so they can go buy beer and consume beer and smell of beer. so, lets do this then shall we?
all of you who are 21.. be a righteous bastard, very different from a regular bastard ill explain another day details of bastardization, and buy your younger mates some beer. clearly not for free of course, you have to have a fee. they have to pay for their beer, and a little for your trouble, but not nearly double, just enough for a bottle.
cheers.
i dont have a thing to write about. dont know, just felt like i had to write or do something. like that feeling you get that you ought to do something, inevitably yes you are doing something because its quite impossible to do absolutely nothing. So yes, i had to do something.
and the greatest part is, even though i have a desire to write something, i at times realize that i dont have anything to say that is interesting... because i could write all the typical and rather boring day to day trite you can find in millions of other blogs, but you know.. i seriously doubt anyone really cares what kind of sauce i had with my salad, or if i even had a salad for that matter. or at just what hour i had my lunch and who i talked with, etc etc. its fascinatingly boring stuff.
but heres something that ocurred to me earlier and i had forgotten until recently. perhaps we can all agree to this.
lets have everyone who turns 21 spend a year doing community service. not the governmental community service you get assigned for wandering around horribly inebriated the whole of the weekend and deciding that the middle of the engineering mall is the best place for you to expose to the world everything you had go down your throat in the last 12 hours, except in reverse and inside out. not that kind. instead, i want to propose they do social service for those of us who cannot buy the fermentation of barley yet. it seems a fair trade off doesnt it? you bitch when your sub-21 about not being able to acquire alcohol in any easy manner... yet when you do turn 21 suddenly your too f'n busy to go buy some whiskey , rum, lager or beer for your mates. who are bitching about not being 21 like you so they can go buy beer and consume beer and smell of beer. so, lets do this then shall we?
all of you who are 21.. be a righteous bastard, very different from a regular bastard ill explain another day details of bastardization, and buy your younger mates some beer. clearly not for free of course, you have to have a fee. they have to pay for their beer, and a little for your trouble, but not nearly double, just enough for a bottle.
cheers.
4.4.03
overkill
CNN showed me an image of overkill today. its late so im making this quick.
i get back from an exam and decide to check cnn, just to see how the war is faring over there. cnn has this headline "US destroys Iraqi military vehicles." or something similar, they removed it already and replaced it with something or other featuring a picture of a desert....
anyway, the picture that went with that headline was of this massive piece of weaponry belonging to the US, a multimillion dollar instrument of war.. a tank. a massive tank all decked out in camo. painting.
and in front of this tank is a charred, bombed out, still burning piece of wreckage that was once a jeep.
now, it seems overkill to me to employ a tank against a miniscule jeep. im sure there was a reason..
not like the army just decided that they had this nifty toy and wanted to see how big a crater it left in the sand if they played with it a bit... no im sure this was a tactical decision...
"oh my god! they have a jeep! quick, bring out the tank!"
and the poor Iraqi's are facing off against tanks in their little jeeps... granted, its probably not boiling hot inside the jeep, what with it not having a roof, than the enclosed calustrophobic metallic interior of the tank.
oh well... the war goes on and the city has sex.
CNN showed me an image of overkill today. its late so im making this quick.
i get back from an exam and decide to check cnn, just to see how the war is faring over there. cnn has this headline "US destroys Iraqi military vehicles." or something similar, they removed it already and replaced it with something or other featuring a picture of a desert....
anyway, the picture that went with that headline was of this massive piece of weaponry belonging to the US, a multimillion dollar instrument of war.. a tank. a massive tank all decked out in camo. painting.
and in front of this tank is a charred, bombed out, still burning piece of wreckage that was once a jeep.
now, it seems overkill to me to employ a tank against a miniscule jeep. im sure there was a reason..
not like the army just decided that they had this nifty toy and wanted to see how big a crater it left in the sand if they played with it a bit... no im sure this was a tactical decision...
"oh my god! they have a jeep! quick, bring out the tank!"
and the poor Iraqi's are facing off against tanks in their little jeeps... granted, its probably not boiling hot inside the jeep, what with it not having a roof, than the enclosed calustrophobic metallic interior of the tank.
oh well... the war goes on and the city has sex.
