September 28, 2012
Happy Friday! Thank God.
Aloha.
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Shall we dance?
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*) Oh, Bryn Mawr neighborhood! Oh, dear beautiful
people, I have no words for you. Our prayers are with the living. Oh, we think
of you in your difficult and sad times. Oh. Oh. I don’t know what to say.
Nothing.
*) Yes, I have some hearing loss from three
rock and roll shows I’ve attended in my life, but nothing significant. I can
still hear you whispering your gossip and I can still hear a pin drop. Ha!
Wonderful.
*) Yes, I love to drive in complete silence;
it’s the sexiest thing in the world.
*) Yes, when I drive with loud music I do it
to annoy ‘death-wish’ pedestrians to get them to wake up to their lives, but I
don’t like loudness. I only do it when you guys are murderous ‘asshole’ human
animals roaming our streets.
*) Yes, sound pollution is a great way to annoy
others in that oh, so lovely passive-aggressive way. Ha!
*) Yes, I was speaking “from shouting”
distance in our backyard late last night and boy, was I on fire!
I almost got killed driving downtown
Minneapolis last night by having three idiots jump out into the streets while
traffic had a green light. How indignant.
Love,
Gabriela
Now, I have somewhere extremely important to
be; I’ve been invited as one of many guests as ‘guests of honor’ at an
elementary school. How incredible.
September 27, 2012
Did you know that only the Ticos;
the Costa Ricans say “Pura Vida” in the entire Latin world? Yep. Don’t make up
lies.
“Pura Vida” translates into “To the Good
Life” (literally) “De La Pura Vida” formally; “Pura Vida” for short.
Pura Vida is a saying that belongs to the Costa
Ricans. (Of course any anyone can use such a greeting just don’t capitalize and
bank on something that belongs to an entire Nation otherwise, what is a poser
to do with a made up cause?) Please.
If one’s going to jump into the global ring
then one better be real about getting real or people will think the worst of
one’s causes, one’s soul and one’s poser ways.
Be quite careful, because the Ticos are not
the type of people who take things lightly when it comes to robbing them of
their culture for profit.
The world is indeed watching this stage.
Do you know why the little girls in Arthur
Miller’s “The Crucible” are so pitied and hated? Because not only are they
liars but, they, too, are posers. Ouch!
The stakes are high and posers are not only
throwbacks of humanity but they can and do get others killed if not then
dehumanized and then, well, who’s on first? Nobody.
The whole goal to see others succeed is to
teach self-sufficiency in third world countries and not to suck them dry in the
exchange for the longing of fulfilling empty authenticity and shallow causes.
Please, people
are dying over here. What the hell is it going to take for the world to see
clearly through to someone who isn’t a leader but a poser? Goodness, one would
think the other has poop in their pants especially when the other gives it air
time. Losers.
Peace.
The world of shallowness. I don’t know what
to tell you? Nothing. I guess.
Gabriela
P.S. Yes, don’t be so dense.
The Costa Rican’s do roll their goddamn R’s
when they speak Spanish but they don’t do that R-rolling “whooping it up” in
public as a peasant chant, because the Mexicans do.
It’s so easy to see a poser a mile away.
September 27, 2012
(No quote.) (Too many lies floating around.)
Happy Thursday!
Aloha.
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Shall we skateboard?
Yes, you must come to the table with a helmet
and sober otherwise, broken limbs. That’s no good.
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Notes:
*) No, I have nothing to do with “Wikileaks”.
Although, I’ll tell you this; these
“Wikileaks” people are indeed brilliant and instead of treating them like
menaces to society; the governments of the world ought to be offering these men
jobs, because the West needs better intelligence than what appears to be… (With
all due respect.)
No, I’m not a vigilante. I think the concept
of vigilantes is stupid and deadly. Leave it for the comic books. Ha!
I’ve not met anyone directly involved with
“Wikileaks” and I don’t mean to.
I’m a citizen of the world. People are indeed
informed even if that may be a
newsflash to the corporate mass media machine because The People do talk, text,
e-mail and phone each other globally.
*) Yes, “flattery will get you nowhere” or
“flattery will get you everywhere”.
*) Yes, I’m extremely girly as an adult woman
and also a “Tom-girl” and gorgeous (ha!) A
little joke…
*) Yes, athletes are teaching me not to be
too accommodating as a woman and to become more aggressive as a woman who has
athletic power.
*) Yes, I’m learning to shot-put from a
University student in St. Louis, Missouri who happens to be my second-niece
through marriage and I love her style, her wit and her fierce demeanor. My
niece is a powerful woman because she can hold her own as a beautiful woman
amongst powerful men.
*) Yes, I know more about football than men
know about women. Please.
*) Yes, the book I was reading was the
football referee rules and regulations and if
the men can’t get it right then I may step into the referee ‘game’ as a woman
because the last people I’m afraid of in this world are football players and
athletes (I have a lot to learn, a decade of learning about football, probably
to make a single call as a referee).
*) Yes, I can deconstruct football to anyone
but I won’t here because my first novel is about the romance between a writer
and a football player. Ha!!! (I’ll lick you in ways that you have no idea.)
*) Yes, don’t make judgments in person and
have some empathy for the 50 million without healthcare and 359,000 unemployed
struggling Americans. We love you, America.
*) I love the film “Pretty in Pink”.
*) I’m pulling a “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off”.
*) No, I’m not an old woman. Are you kidding
me? I’m at the prime of everything!
I’m ahead of the curve when it comes to pop culture because I’m pop
culture at the core of its soul without purchasing a single album. Do you think
I wouldn’t love to rap? Please.
I’m ahead of the curve because I’m the curve.
(I’m writing figuratively.)
Can you envision the curve? Because I was
taught through sports to envision anything and I mean anything especially
excellence and forget perfection because mistakes get made in any race.
*) Every heiress that I’ve ever discussed
funeral services with; have told me; that
the best way to get through any funeral service is valium and lots of it
prescribed from their private doctors who make house calls. Okay.
*) In other countries wailing through a
funeral service is the most graceful aspect of life and a duty to any woman
with a prerogative.
*) Eric and I are fine, wonderful, actually.
As a matter of fact we’re happier now more so
than we’ve been in the past six years together, not that it’s any of your
goddamn business about our intimacy. Period.
*) Yes, Eric can take me out to dinner and
buy anything that I may want at any one moment, but I’m ‘simple’ as a peasant
Indian at heart and that’s what’s so
classy about a woman who’s family lives in the wealthiest area code in the
United States of America and wants nothing. Ha!
*) We’re awesome American consumers; it isn’t
even the end of September 2012 and our household expenditure comes to a near
grand total of twelve thousand this month. Back up, please. We’re doing our
duty for this Nation as middle-class consumerists.
*) I like WCCO radio although we could debate
them on a lot of points made or not.
*) I’ve been thinking about flying into
Madrid for 36 hours because our family’s-family’s former foreign exchange
students are there and we love the Spaniards. Oh, how we love the Spanish.
Much love to those Athletes I love dearly.
Peace.
Gabriela
September 26, 2012
CORRECTION: Aloha. About the NFL!!!
Yes, the Green Bay Packer’s gentleman caught
the ball first.
I’m sorry I was reading a book during the game.
Ha! Ha! Ha!
My friends who work for broadcast re-play and
who so happily bring those re-plays to you from the broadcast satellite trucks
are proud of me for re-viewing the play and calling it as I see it. I saw the
man with the cute little Green Bay Packers outfit catch the ball. Thank you.
Oh, I’m so embarrassed. (I’ll get over it. I’m not beating myself up
about anything.)
I’m trying to follow football as best as I
can.
I don’t know which way the ball was traveling
and I’ve reviewed the tape once more; yes, the ball was caught by a man in a
green little outfit.
That’s all I know.
Yes, it’s all about fairness. My deepest
apologies for my mistake I was thinking too fast and wrote too slowly.
I follow the football teams by the color of their
outfits, frankly I have no idea which team is which because I’m reading and I
just like watching football because all of the NFL players are mostly Americans
and hard workers. Thank you.
I feel so foolish, but there I corrected my
mistake for the record. Thank you. Please don’t whip me for a mistake. Please.
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Silence in reverence for our Spanish People
and cops, Greek People and cops.
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Happy Wednesday!
Aloha.
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Quickly now. Keep up.
This literary lesson won’t send you back into
the locker room crying and screaming for your “mommies” to come and tit feed
you. Moving on. Next.
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Shall we dance? (Don’t answer that, it’s meant to be
rhetorical.)
It’s apparent that you don’t know anything
about the Tango.
The Tango can be dangerous to any man if a
woman missteps thus there must be 100% trust in order to fall in-line with the
responsibilities and formation of the dance, otherwise go home and practice
your dance moves. We can’t have any dangerous fools upon this dance floor of
humanity.
Shall we? (Please. Don’t be so assuming as to know everything about me.)
(No, you don’t know me at all so stop
pretending; here, upon these pages I’m making myself vulnerable to the reader because
I’m anything but a coward.) Do you know
how much courage it takes to take to the page? (You have no idea, do you? No, of course not. You haven’t even read
a book in a decade, so how can you think that you know anything-about-anything
when you don’t even read.) Please. Don’t pretend with me. I know a poser before
they even open up their mouths.
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Do you know who I am?
I’m prestige.
I’m humbly my own book of poems.
No, I haven’t got any power or money except
that, which, I harvest with the sweat of my hard labor upon my brow. Back it
up. You rude ignoramuses.
No, I’m not some gutter-ghetto cliché poser
seeking ‘fame and fortune’ without ever learning how to read or write properly
in several languages. Piss off; I’m giving it to you “Aunt Hetty” funk style.
I’ve got my doily right here in my back pocket, you posers.
Do you know who is the very best-friend of
prestige?
Power.
Do you know who is the very best-friend of
power?
Money.
Please.
Don’t be so insulting as to think that I don’t
know anything about power and money. You keep telling me and showing me that
I’m a dirty no good-for-nothing-Indian but I know who I am even if you have no clue. I’m golden. I’m a child of the sunshine
and I mean to keep it that way.
No, I’m not a skeleton key.
I’m not even the lock or the door.
I’m human and I’m well equipped to climb the
highest mountains and create excellence.
You wouldn’t know how to properly crochet a
doily even if the First Lady Mrs. Martha
Dandridge came back to life and were standing over you
watching your every stitch. Please.
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You will respect me because I’m standing over
here busting my hump for the World while you bite your nails, spit into the wind,
curse in public places and dream of anything but hard work in any discipline
form and fart your lives away all in the name of ‘good deeds’ when you have
nothing to show for.
Money talks.
Bullshit walks.
Show them the goddamn money! Posers. You don’t even know what the one
dollar bill represents, do you? Nope. That’s obvious.
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Now, to all of my powerful lobbyist friends
in Washington D.C. can you please take the legalization of Marijuana on and
make it legal in the next year? Thank you.
The humans here on the ground are dying from
cancer; our children and citizens are drugged up on prescription pharmaceutical
medication drugs that for some reason are legal, yet there must be a
discrepancy someplace because the number one cause of death in America is done
by suicide. Yikes. Prescription drugs cost an arm-and-a-leg to our elderly
while they cross into the Mexican and Canadian borders just to replace their
medicinal dosages.
Dear powerful lobbyist friends; the least you
can do is make a shit load of money from an untapped industry such as the
Marijuana market which will stay in the hands of our organic farmers, The
People and our dispensaries.
Now, go get them; Gentlemen; and make changes
to this dying Nation under God. Thank you. I owe you Costa Rican oysters and
Pinot Gris to swallow it all down along to great company, mine. We can always
sit in silence. I don’t have anything to sell you and you know that, that’s why
I’m prestige and you’re power and money.
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HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
Oh, don’t make me laugh so hard.
I didn’t know that the poser ‘wanna-be’ politicos “Pussy
Riot” (who are adult women in their late twenties and thirties); not little
girls (they’re not fifteen), was funded by Washington. Ha!
Did you know that if “Pussy Riot” losers would’ve pulled their poser ego-trip in any
Synagogue in the U.K. then they
would’ve gotten 14 years in prison and just about the same in the United States
of America? Yes.
Yep. I’m extremely religiously balanced and
to enter any place of worship and politically terrorize others while they
worship is not only vulgar but definitely grounds for imprisonment. Absolutely.
Go Russian People!
Go Mr. President Putin (even if a third term
was stolen from the Russian People. Oh, yes the world is indeed watching this
global stage.) Go!
Did you know that the Russian People hate
“Pussy Riot” and so do I for what they did and for what they represent. Those
aren’t artists, those are… ninnies.
Why does the American mass media machine like
to give the spotlight to posers? Don’t you know that posers will get the world
killed? Please. Posers are the throwbacks of humanity.
(At
least one thing is certain; Russia has better intelligence than the United
States of America. Don’t believe a single thing you see or hear on the American
Television unless analytical experts present actual unskewed numbers,
information and facts.) Oh, my Gods don’t
make me laugh that hard.
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I love Wiki-leaks for what it represents.
Wiki-leaks represents a sort of freedom in information. It’s nice to read
through and see the true colors of the wayward diplomatic ploys of the world.
No wonder the world’s People are furious and the house is on fire.
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As for the mass media corporate machine; a
child isn’t considered any type of artist, ever, otherwise you make up lies and
little posers to go along with that lie. Gross. Posers do murder humanity.
An artist is an adult with 20 years of
continuous training or more under
their belt, disciplined to come to the table with wisdom, real diplomacy,
clarity of intelligence and ready to run the world; (if the World Leaders lose
their wits and brains); at all costs even if it means putting their lives on
the line.
Are your poser-artist children prepared to
die for the United States of America? I think not. They don’t even know how to
make their beds on a daily basis.
An artist; isn’t a cute little idiot prancing
around in colored tights waiting for the world to “ooh” and “ah” about nothing
at all.
An artist has to prove their intelligence
more so than their muscle and finesse at pretending what it all means to be
true without knowing how to tell the difference between the truth and a lie.
An artist has to have serious and deep
knowledge, smarts and wisdom about the world otherwise it’s a wet daydream disguised
in pure and sheer hatred of the truth.
Now, go peddle your mediocre children
elsewhere because here on the ground our kids are getting killed in gun
violence and prostitution. You morons.
Oh, no, you wouldn’t call a child a
professional banker or stock portfolio expert, would you now?
You wouldn’t call a child an undertaker, a
diplomat or the President because that would be a lie. Don’t be such
ignoramuses about the professional arts’ world because the stakes are high and
people can and do get killed.
Leave the arts, governing and music to the
adults who have intelligence, kindness and an eye on the overall picture
towards peace. Please.
Sincerely,
Gabriela
P.S. Nothing.
I’m grossed out by the passive-aggressive
Minnesotans and Americans as of right now while the world goes up in flames.
Really?
Wake up, sleepy heads, wash away the sleep
popcorn kernels from your eyes, brush your teeth, eat breakfast and be prepared
to apply yourselves today, tomorrow and for always
as long as you breathe.
*) As for the Hispanic cops; who the hell’s
running that undisciplined security detail in this show.
No, don’t beat up the citizens and citizens
don’t beat up the cops; The People are indeed hungry, mad as the dickens and
ready to whip somebody, so be careful. Security detail ought to be barricading
sections off in the city that has problematic dissonance. Who the hell’s on
that security detail? Get it together; the world’s watching you fumble the
ball.
*) Our Greatest Queen, Elizabeth II can say whatever the hell she likes (with all
due respect, of course.) Much respect to our Greatest World Leader, Queen
Elizabeth II. Long live the Queen! Hip! Hip! Hooray!
*) Monday’s American football game between
the Green Bay Packers and the Seattle Seahawks. It was indeed a mistake so it
appears from the playback of the man in the green outfit is the one who did in
fact catch the ball, thus and therefore the Green Bay Packers won? Yes. (Is
that right? Yes.) I don’t know anything else. I’m sorry. Period.
In negotiations give the fulltime
professional Referees whatever they want because the NFL is billions of dollars
in just one industry alone. Please.
*) All
I know is that I know nothing.
*) China. Please. Free Tibet damn it!
*) RT.com sure is a rock star in their journalist department.
Russia Today. Wow! Thanks for the facts.
*) The real estate market… Don’t make me
laugh that hard. Can you say inflation? Inflation.
September 26-27,
2012
Happy Wednesday and Thursday!
Aloha.
“ILL MIND of HOPSIN 5”
[Verse 1]
Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it
I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at
Who walk around bumping RAW with the shit blaring
Saying "Fuck school" and dropping out like a miscarriage
I'm embarrassed
And I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game
Making your common sense perish
But I ain't taking the full blame
Cause most of you chumps running around here ain't never had strict parents
All of your brain cells rotting from weed
You feeling like if you ain't got it, life's not as complete
You having sex with every-motherfuckin'-body you see
With a past so dark that Satan'd jump out of his seat
But still you out in these streets thinking you hot as can be
Without the knowledge to lead so you just follow the sheep
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean
While your favorite rapper's like "Yeah, he got it from me"
You been brainwashed by a fake life that you're used to livin'
When I say the word "fun", what do you envision?
Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew
And chilling with clueless women you trying to bang, bumping New Edition
Is that all you think life really is
Well if so, then you're a fucking idiot
I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it
Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain; GIMME IT!
Do you even have any goals
Aside from bagging these hoes and packing a bowl
Well let me guess- No
You're only in school because your parents make you go
And all you do is play beer pong and hang out with your bros
Yo, society's got you living for a whack cause
You're a fucking adult with no skills at all
You don't read any books or play ball
You don't draw, you literally do nothing at all
Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits
You don't have cause you idolize rappers that do
And all they say is "I got money and it's stacked to the roof"
And now you think that it's gon' magically just happen to you
How? Your lazy ass don't commit to labor
You pick something up, try it out, and put it down two minutes later
Then you complain about your life cause it ain't getting catered
Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit's a hater
You wanna succeed, you have to try
Or one day you'll get older and regret it all cause you can't provide
Your friends are lowlifes, don't act surprised
Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice
Girls, stop acting like you want a guy with traits like Romeo
Bitch that's a fucking lie
You always talk about how every man's fake
And you can't take it and you want something real
Shut up tramp, save it
Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets
And head to the club half-naked with your ass shaking
Pulling a lowlife nigga who claim he cash making
Til you let him hit and find out he work at the gas station
One of them niggas got you pregnant and you can't raise it
But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement
You want Romeo, then act patient
And stop fronting like he in the club posted in the back waitin'
It's the club, where guys put on a new persona
After they get loaded with a few coronas
They always shouting and wild out with habits that very few condone of
Then they look for beautiful brainless bitches like you to bone 'em
Then when they leave you, you cry and cry
Talking 'bout, "Oh my god I can't find a guy
I've spent so many years and I've tried and tried
Why am I even on Earth? I should die"
You want Romeo, you're not worthy
You're cock-thirsty
You're nasty and probably got herpes
Sometimes the secret to find is to stop searching
Try a new formula, cause your last one's not working
The term "real nigga"'s publicly used
And I need to know what it means, cause I'm fucking confused
Are you one for always busting your tool
With nothing to lose and something to prove to homies up in your crew
Is it because you're selling drugs to get loot
And brag about how you done been shot and stabbed
Like it's fun to be you
But your life's a struggle, right, and you just hustling through
Nah, you hamster ass nigga, you just stuck in a loop
Man, why do black people gotta be the only ones who can't evolve
Cause you in the streets acting like a neanderthal
It's clear you can't stand the law, you're lost as an abandoned dog
And all you're interested in is fighting, rapping, and basketball
I can't even fuck with you, cause if we out in public
You gon' get caught stealing some shit and get my ass in trouble, too
You'll get old and be nothing
Living life in these streets, thugging and starting shit with anybody mean
mugging
Look at you, a real nigga, thinking your life's cool
Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you
'Til you grab their heart and shove a spearhead right through
Then they regret it because it wasn't the right move
Your real nigga talk seems bogus
A real nigga don't brag about being real as long as he knows it
And his future doesn't seem hopeless
A real nigga stays out of jail, handles shit, and he keeps focused
So all you rappers whose soul is out in the wrong
You inspire the issue I wrote about in this song
You go to pile on the young who roam around in the slums
See this is what happens when rap's overcrowded with bums
Hope the hour is long when I'm rolling out with your tongue
The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong
All you menacing freaks are only in it for cheese
And the mass control limit was breached - fuck hip-hop
They only in it for cheese, and any eyewitness can see
They purposely making the innocent weak
My existence on this planet's for you, I ain't only here to benefit me
Yo, we need to make a change while there's still time
It is hard, and sometimes I struggle trying to reveal mine
I can guide you if you feel blind
I just need you to be willing to journey into my ill mind
Goodbye.
Gabriela
September 25, 2012
(No Quote.)
Silence in reverence for Christopher Stevens
and his three other colleagues.
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Happy Tuesday night!
Aloha.
What a terrible day.
Humans sure are ‘assholes’ as my Father is so
fond of calling the human animal.
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No, I’m not a witch on a broom.
Yes, I’m a woman on a skateboard and I can
hold my own.
No, I’m
not out on a witch hunt.
No, I’m not a pirate.
No, I’m not the ‘Boogieman’ nor the ‘monster’
underneath your children’s beds.
No, I’m not even the ‘Bagpiper’.
No, I’m not a pornographer.
Yes, I’m a documentary filmmaker. Fact.
No, I hate conflict; except for right here on
the page to light a fire under your butts to get you to think about anything at
all, (food for thought).
It’s my job to ignite the light of thought.
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Yes, I’m stern like the character of “Aunt
Hetty” with a heart of gold when it
comes to strangers.
I’m like the character “Marilla Cuthbert”
when it comes to teatime; quiet and
proper.
I’m like the character “Diana Berry” when it
comes to loving those I love, know and respect.
If you’re a stranger then we don’t know each
other and we most likely don’t have much to say.
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If you’re, here, reading this, then it’s by
choice.
I write as a gift to humanity to get you to
think about the world at large even if you hate what I write; yet you may not hate my guts (literally) only figuratively because you don’t know
anything about me. Period.
I’m an adult woman in the world making sense
out of the world one day at a time.
Back it up and back it up quickly. Now!!!
If you’re putting the blame on me for
everything bad that’s gone wrong with children in the world then you’re an
adult ‘hater’ looking for an excuse to project your deepest fears upon a
stranger like me and a writer at that. Careful. I hold the power of the mighty
sword, the plume. Period.
If your children are cruel to me then it’s because the challenge was to see
if parents would place a tremendous prejudice inside their children’s heads and
well, you’ve succeeded. Congratulations, you’re great at something mediocre.
Haters; and, worst of all, shallow-haters.
The French would be serving your asses on a
platter and making you eat it.
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I love children I love, know, and respect.
I take my responsibilities as an adult quite seriously
in relationship to the children in my life. I’ve been honored with the highest
honor of becoming a Godmother and written
into a living will as Godparents. I’m honored to be someone special to so
many young and beautiful children, youth and teens and other adults.
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Do you know what’s the greatest poem
happening to me in my life as of late?
The greatest poetry happening to me in my
life as of late is seeing all of these lovely young mix-race youth gathering
into little neighborhood huddles on the streets of Robbinsdale. These poems
gather on their neighborhood street corners to socialize in peace, respectfully
and in complete reverence for each other.
I love seeing these leaders for our youth,
here, upon the streets of Robbinsdale because it’s giving me hope for the
future of our future generations. Thank you to the youth of America who are way
smarter than their parents and other adults for understanding and getting
several complex levels of meaning in writing, art and philosophy. I’m grateful!
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I’m educated and trained in first aid and
CPR, wilderness survival and yes,
I’ve saved the lives of children from their deaths, in this lifetime, not
because I wanted to, but because it was my duty not to stand by and watch a child
get hit by moving traffic, lost amongst stampeding crowds and broken limbs.
I’ve been willing to jump into moving
traffic, time-and-time again to save the lives of children because my human
brain is conditioned for survival and not death. I know what it’s like to save
the life of a child not because I’m a goddamn heroine but because I’m mortal
and a woman. Step back, yo’. Way back.
Is your life a poem?
My life most certainly is a greatest poem.
I’m in love with life and living.
I’m conditioned to write an honest poem; of
my life, as such.
Now, stay out of our yard because I’m quite
New England about private property.
With respect and love.
Gabriela
P.S. Get off my back. I may be crabby but I’m
also on the Americans’ side.
I’m on your side, indeed.
*) I went skateboarding tonight and I felt
powerful in ways that I may not explain here.
Skateboarding is as close as I get to flying.
Yes, I always wear my helmet and stay sober otherwise, broken limbs.
September 25, 2012
Silence for the memory of our former American
Ambassador Mr. Christopher Stevens and three staff members to the American
Libyan consulate who were murdered two weeks ago, exactly, in the hands of the
Libyan government, its Muslim immigrants and rioting murderers.
R.I.P. to you, dear souls. Love and peace to
your families, friends and beloved ones. Oh, how the Libyan-rioting-murderers
lost four American friends on their corner when they need friends to win the
championship for peace.
It was two weeks ago, that; We, The People
found out the truth about the murdering souls of the Middle East rioters. We
pray for the Middle East and their fanatic religious righteous indignations.
Now, what’s this? The Pakistani government
has a bounty of one-hundred thousand dollars (how cheap for a human life) on
the head of the moviemaker “Innocence of Muslims”? (That’s not how we roll here
in America. Not at all.)
Wow, has the Pakistani government lost their
brains? I guess so.
I thought it was illegal by international law
standards to openly admit to wanting to hunt down and murder any citizen of the
world. Humans and their murderous need to kill everything in their sight when one disagrees with their view point,
is, indeed insane. Silliness, really. What happened to discussion, debate and
‘agreeing to disagree’ about anything at all? Humans are indeed deadly, cruel
and mean. Careful.
I hate the B-video trailer “Innocence of
Muslims” but that grants absolutely not a single government the reason to
murder in cold blood much less to place an international bounty on anyone’s
head. Please, don’t be such ninnies with your underwear on backwards and on the
outside of your clothing because the world is watching to see if you can handle
peace on a grand platform.
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Happy Tuesday!
Happy Yom Kippur to our family, friends and
beloved ones!
Aloha.
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Shall we dance? Okay, however. I’m moving
quite slow.
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I most certainly have kept up with foreign
policy for the past twenty years.
It would’ve been a shame to be the niece of
the former and now retired Executive Director of the International Institute of
Minnesota placing thousands of immigrants into the United States of America,
specifically Minnesota without keeping up with foreign policy. Oh, do you think
that I don’t know about immigration and foreign policy when it comes to the
United States of America? Think again.
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Congratulations Mr. President Barack Obama on
your second term.
It’s indeed a fact the job of the Secretary
of State to handle foreign affairs, first and foremost. Thank you Mrs. Hilary
Clinton for not dropping the ball.
We, The People look forward to what words of
wisdom the President has to bestow upon this Great Nation under God about
foreign policy. Thank you for your dedication to peace, commerce and hard work.
We do appreciate what the President does for
The People because some of us are too introverted to take to politics even
though we probably ought to be in the ring fighting for the lives of our citizens
and civilian complex.
I can barely write a blog because I’m indeed introverted (personality
tests prove that my personality type is the most introverted; INFJ as well as
thoughtful). I struggle with writing as English as a Second Language; but as it
stands the literary work of recording our present era is of the vital essence
and I must not climb underneath sturdy furniture and hide because I’m no longer
a little girl (thank goodness).
I must take to this literary responsibility
as seriously as the President takes his responsibilities because I was placed
here by the Gods to do a job and thus I shall.
Thank you, Mr. President. The President’s
work doesn’t go unnoticed and after the election I have some serious points of debate
and constructive criticism about foreign policy. Ha!
Who am I to write as such? Absolutely ‘no
one’ except for the mere fact that I’m an American citizen and take that
responsibility quite seriously. Ha! (I didn’t step up to the literary plate to chew
tobacco. I stepped up to the writing plate to take a swing out of the ball park
otherwise, what’s the point?)
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If one makes 13.7 million a year then one
ought to pay 50% in taxes, period.
The average family-of-four as middle-class
Americans; do, indeed make a whopping twenty thousand a year or less. That’s right. Twenty thousand
or less for families of four and child hunger is up in numbers in Minnesota
even if the national average poverty is down. Whatever that means?
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To our dear Americans and global community
whom have lost beloved ones to homicide and in Minnesota specifically and
particularly to vehicular homicide, we think of you today, because vehicular
homicide just seems to be a fad and a trend as of nowadays.
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Why is suicide the number one cause of death
amongst Americans?
What have you done to your People, America?
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The Minnesota Orchestra in downtown
Minneapolis, Minnesota; pay cuts from $135,000 to $89,000 to Orchestra
Musicians. The Minnesotans don’t think
so. Who’s veering that ship? Who is on ‘night watch’ making sure the
professional arts don’t hit a huge ice float out in the middle of the ocean at
dark? Please. Budgets. Budgets. Budgets. Balance those suckers, otherwise get out
of the game, go home, and lick thy wounds.
Wow, what a down turn and jump in pay cuts to
pay for health insurance? Is that right? Did I get it right? I’m simply
recording what I hear, see and witness in this era.
Whoever are the executives and accountants
for the Minnesota Orchestra need to be reviewed because most likely they aren’t
taking a forty six thousand dollar pay cut and if they are, well, then...
that’s a first. A forty sic thousand pay cut is like asking musicians and
artists to cut their arms off or to live in their cars. Really? Who’s running
the Minnesota Orchestra? (Rhetorical.)
Imagine if we asked bankers to take a forty
six million dollar bonus cut? Not likely. Bankers would most likely cry or jump
out of windows, oh, wait they already
have. Okay. (No, I’m not being cruel. Do you remember the stock market crash of
1929? Yes, of course you do.)
Since I have no say in this world, I’d say
give the Minnesota Orchestra musicians whatever they want in negotiations,
because it’s either a new building or the musicians who are the rock stars of
the Minnesota orchestra. The heart of any Orchestra is the orchestra. Duh.
I hate to tell you this and this is why I haven’t left the private
business sector, but it seems as though ‘money people’ and ‘money handlers’
need to be fired for the one and only mere reason that People have lost the
ability to balance budgets and make out with whatever resources they have
available to them.
I’d clean house because we have an entire
generation behind me waiting and jumping at the bit to get in there and create
real change, if they don’t get greedy on their way to the top as their careers
advance.
Can people really sleep at night when they
steal food from the mouths of citizens? I bet not. I sleep like a baby because
I don’t steal food from anybody else’s mouths!
Ciao.
Gabriela
P.S. Please, keep your lovely children out of
our yard. Period.
I’m a New Englander when it comes to private
property.
The next time I catch your children climbing
over your fence and into our yard, I’ll call the police. Period.
I’m quite serious about this and so should
you.
Leave adults alone in their own backyards.
If you have to tell your children that I’m
the mean lady in the middle of the block then please do so by all means. I
don’t have children at this stage in the game for many reasons and I mean to
keep it that way for a few more years while I smoke 100% tobacco cigarettes in
my backyard to numb out excruciating physical pain. I can get extremely crabby and
rude in my own backyard if need be because this originally stolen Native land
belongs to me now. Yep.
I caught an eight year old racially-mixed
female child and a nine year old Caucasian female child climbing over our
neighbor’s backyard fence and into our backyard yesterday at 6:30 P.M. No. No.
No. No. It will not do. It cannot do. It’s not good enough. Get that behavior
out of here. Go home. Now!
I love children. (I’m an auntie to 19 young
people, through marriage, wow!!!) I just don’t like children in my face, in my
personal space, stepping on my feet and out in public past 7 P.M. because
frankly children are horribly misbehaved, arrogant, indignant; haughty,
shallow, uneducated about public civilities and frankly disheveled without a
clue in the world that they’re not the only global citizens who can surpass
them in intelligence, creative measures and articulation. Please. (Not to
mention the sciences, mathematics and innovation. The Americans don’t stand a
chance against global intelligence and the finesse of civilized conduct against
other global children.)
It’s important for our American children and
parents to learn that they’re, well, insincere when it comes to making an
overall contribution to society when children and parents run amuck and wild in
public places late at night, too tired for their own good and thinking that
they’re everything to everyone when in reality people are
annoyed by their misconduct and their parents’ inability to parent their
children. Period.
American children aren’t the center of the universe and
quite frankly there’s nothing special about them because they’re quite mediocre
at everything; they think, do and are
since teachers have to parent students nowadays rather than the parents having
some serious and strict boundaries about dos-and-don’ts in public amongst other
civilians. How disrespectful. The world is neither a child’s playground nor a
parent’s babysitter.
I just don’t like children’s chicken noodle
soup smells and dirty hair and clothing, especially when they’re distracted in
public and wandering around like idiots away from their families especially
when their fathers call out to them by name amongst an adult crowd waiting in
line to exit into a parking lot from the Target Center, yet the child would not
pay attention and listen to their father’s call. Yikes. Creepy children.
I hate it when children scream, yell and run
(literally) indoors in public spaces. It’s such a bi-product of a down fall of
American civilization at large. I don’t find anything fascinating, intelligent
or cute about American children.
Now, when I see children on commercials
selling products like whores I boycott such products and so ought to the
greater public at large because the dehumanization of children is what causes
child-pornography and sexual child abuse in America.
The Caucasian Americans, due to scientific
research, are into incest and the African Americans are into brutalizing and
beating up their children. (I didn’t make it up. The research is out there.)
Now, I’ll buy any product with a doggie in
any commercial because I know for a fact that dogs are better treated on film
sets than children are; thus, I’ll line up to buy anything with beautiful
little animals on the commercial screen and not children. Don’t sell children
to us. We’re not into buying children. No, thank you.
Children in the frame are creepy; children
are creepy in general.
What I know is yet to be divulged and I have
two more years until my seven years of Statute of Limitations are up and then I
can write all about creepy children and their parents on film and commercial
sets. Get ready, because two years is only around the corner and I can’t wait
to write all about it…
Now, I know and love many people who work for
social services and when I see children out in public past 7 P.M. I do believe
that child services ought to get involved because it seems that American
parents have lost the art of bedtime rituals, bedtime hygiene and American
parents like to gallivant late at night while they do their shopping with their
tired and crabby children rather than being at home and getting their children
prepared for bed for the next day ahead. No wonder Americans are falling behind
in almost every category. Parents don’t seem to take parenting as the most
important aspect of work in America.
Enough.
I don’t particularly like American children
and I stay as far away from their ‘Cheeto’ smells and dirty hair and unwashed
clothes as I possibly can. Gross.
Where have all of the responsible American
parents gone?
Are American parents committing suicide in
droves (no, seriously) because it seems as though American parents can’t handle
their lives much less their children’s lives.
Are American parents so stoned out of their
wits on prescription meds?
What gives? Seriously.
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7 P.M. children ought to start winding down
for the day.
8 P.M. children ought to get into pajamas and
brush their teeth.
9 P.M. in bed and read until 9:30 P.M.
9:30 P.M. lights out and no, there’s no
discussion about whether a child wants to sleep or not. It’s a done deal.
Children can lie in bed quietly and dream of a great American future but under
no circumstances may they get out of bed unless they have pee in their pajamas.
Why do American children smell like piss?
Pity.
What’s happened to this Great Nation of ours
under God?
I don’t care if parents hate my guts. I
worked in the public school system. I know what your kids get fed and I know
what happens to them at home when they come to school with black and blue
around their eyes all dressed up in abuse. Poor American public school
teachers. Poor teachers!
America, what have you done to your People?
The darkness of night is for adults and not
for children, youth nor teens to be gallivanting around like tired idiots.
September 24, 2012
Silence.
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Happy Monday!
Aloha.
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Congratulations Mr. President Barack Obama on
your second term.
{Of course
the President could lose this election and that’s probably why he’ll win
because like any great athlete knows this: it’s possible to lose any race
therefore one must apply themselves ever more so than not.}
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Shall we dance? (I’m going to sit this one
out and I’ll watch you have fun.)
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I’m in severe pain today, thus I’ll write as
much as possible, if, I can.
I’m on standby to be cut open for the second
time in one year.
I’m making up for lost time; eight years without healthcare insurance in
my twenties and early thirties left me with debilitating physical pain that I
must overcome each and every day without flying off the handle, violence and
becoming a curmudgeon in person thus I keep myself in check. Peace be with you. And also with you
especially to those of you contending with pain that leaves you wanting to
rugby against the Gods’ of men.
Thank you, I’m human and coping as well as I can with
excruciating physical pain and please don’t think for one moment that I wouldn’t
like to jump into a boxing ring with this wayward American healthcare system of
conducting politics, business and a strong push for pharmaceutical drugs as
though the American People were slaves and medical guinea pigs; to be treated
as such.
Oh, if
I got into a ring, I’m afraid I’d
kill someone for placing women and children’s healthcare last while our
American children die from Leukemia and our women die from breast and ovarian
cancer in staggering numbers (Look it up. The numbers are insane.).
America what have you done to your People?
(Don’t answer that. I already know the
answer.)
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Now. God damn it!!! This pain.
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Three weeks ago the Doc prescribed Oxycodone
once again.
I refuse to take such a prescription painkiller
drug because it makes me feel fussy in the brain and I refuse to kill someone
on the road thus I live with the pain, that, which makes me want to kick the
s*** out of idiots. (Okay. I’m better now). (It’s great to come to the page and
jump right ‘into character’ and apply myself.) Ha!
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Do you know why prescription painkillers
don’t work?
Prescription painkillers don’t work because
prescription painkillers numb out the brain not the troubling areas.
Prescription painkiller drugs aren’t smart
enough to numb out the pain in certain areas of the body in which it truly does
hurt, all prescription painkillers can do is send signifiers to the brain that
it doesn’t feel pain but that too is a complete lie. Ouch!
I don’t want my brain numbed out, thank you very much.
I have far too much important work and
responsibilities to meet each and every day.
No wonder people on prescription painkiller
medications feel depressed, out of sorts and not in control of their bodies
because prescription painkiller drugs numb out the intelligent aspects of the
brain as far as motor function and skill are concerned. Taking prescription
painkiller drugs feels like being drunk with very little motor skill function
and much of the pain bubbling just under the surface of the skin. Yikes. Why
are pharmaceutical painkiller drugs so archaic?
I feel like I could take a shot of morphine
to the brain. (No, I’ve not taken morphine in my life but don’t think that I don’t
consider doing so.) I know, I know. Morphine isn’t shot in the brain but it
makes for great imagery in writing.
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America mustn’t cut out research of any type especially
cancer research in combination to natural plant painkiller drug research and
cancer cures such as Marijuana. (Let’s all take a deep breath and become
intelligent thinkers and discuss Marijuana like adults. Please.)
If you knew that a plant, any plant; for example such as Marijuana does in
fact cure many forms of cancers (which Marijuana does cure cancers) would you
then, legalize Marijuana and get it passed through Congress knowing that you’d
be saving your neighbors, friends and family members from death and
incarceration? Yes.
What if your beloved ones could be cured from
such a horrible life and death such as these debilitating cancers if you
decided that Marijuana can no longer be kept in the black market, what then,
would you get it passed? Yes.
Then, would you become smarter about
Marijuana as one of the leading scientifically proven cures for cancers since
Marijuana can and will save your child, husband, best friend, and neighbors?
Yes. Absolutely yes.
Please, tell me that you would legalize
Marijuana and get it passed through Congress no matter what your religion,
culture and society tells you, otherwise, you’d be a perpetrator in killing
hundreds of thousands of Americans over the past decade; all the while we
already have a cure for many forms of cancers in Marijuana.
Could you sleep at night knowing that others
die excruciating deaths every single hour of the day while the cure for many
cancers is Marijuana? No, of course not.
Please tell me you have some humanity and
intelligence about you, dear Americans.
Yes. Of course you would legalize Marijuana
because our American People are dying from a society full of carcinogens in our
foods, products and artificial lights everywhere 24/7. (Please sleep in
complete darkness.) We’ve been sleeping in complete pitch black our entire
lives to give our bodies a break from artificial light. It’s of the essence in
fighting cancer research.
Well, the facts are that Marijuana can and
does cure many forms of cancers (yes, plural) while there are many numbers of
carcinogens in cigarettes.
No, I’m not talking about 100% tobacco.
I’m talking about commercial cigarettes that
have fiber glass in them and soda that has formaldehyde in it. Gross.
Why are killer products on the market when
Marijuana which is scientifically a proven cure for many cancers still illegal?
Now, take that up with your congress people and demand that the Americans not
be bulldozed by the pharmaceutical agenda and monopoly.
We live in times of Marijuana abolition when
it’s the cure to cancers.
America what have you done to your People?
I could almost vomit just at the thought of what is legal and what isn’t
in America but the mere fact that Marijuana isn’t legal
only because the pharmaceutical companies have a monopoly on the drug business
along with the C.I.A. and their Taliban heroin trafficking black market
business in the United States of America.
It’s our dear Muslim brothers and sisters who
make a huge portion of bath salts in Florida. Ha! (Oh, I won’t laugh too hard
because it’s too painful to do so, today.) It’s a fact that the Taliban are
drug makers, pushers and dealers of heroin in the black market for the American
C.I.A. Period. (Look it up.) Gross.
If our American government cuts out cancer
and pain research then our American People will continue to get murdered.
Period.
Yes, how melodramatic is that? Quite.
The pain is quite real and quite dramatic.
In real time, pain is far more gruesome than
on the Television.
Cancer death has the smell of dirt and
there’s no other way to describe that smell except for this; an iron-blood
smell mixed in with skin oils, metallic breath and formaldehyde. I’m sorry; I’m
not being cruel only to signify that cancer has indeed the smell of death, to
me.
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Now, allow for me to burst your bubbles.
Did you know that the highest percentile of
Marijuana vendors, market traders and commerce are transactional by Caucasian
elderly?
Yes, it’s a fact. Look it up.
Sincerely,
Gabriela
P.S. I like to roll my R’s at live-performances
because my Campasino / peasant Mexican friends have taught me to do so while
working out under the hot sun while picking coffee, during fiesta celebrations
and food ceremonies.
The rolling of my R’s is a commemoration to
all of the 50,000 Mexicans that have died in this Drug War Holocaust going into
the 21st Century. Let’s not forget our Mexican friends who get
murdered from this drug war created by…
No, absolutely not! The Costa Ricans don’t roll
their R’s. The Costa Ricans are too shy, quiet, serious and regal humans.
R-rolling isn’t in the Costa Ricans’ vocabulary. Nope. Step back. If you think
that it is, then you know nothing about the Costa Ricans.
*) Yes, I have yet to write about MSNBC.
*) Yes, I have yet to write about public
cameras.
*) Yes, I have yet to write about CNN
plagiarism.
*) Okay, I’ve had it with this pain!
I can barely sit up right now. I’m going to
go have my 100% cigarette tobacco, ‘American Spirit’ to numb out some of this
pain.
*) There’s already a cure for some forms of
breast cancer; Marijuana. Please.
(I’ve had cancer.) Don’t bullshit us. I’m
tired of all these pink T-Shirts everywhere because that represents all of the
Americans who are and have lost loved ones to breast cancer. What a terrible
reality.
35,000 women die from breast cancer in
America.
Oh, my God!
What have you done America!!!
September 23, 2012
Silence.
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Happy Sunday!
Aloha.
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Congratulations Mr. President Barack Obama on
your second term.
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Cirque du Soleil here we come tonight at 5 P.M. Yes!!! Thank
you!!! We’re actually going to leave the couch. Wow! We hate to go if we don’t
have to.
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Shall we dance?
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Correction: Former president Ronald Reagan’s last name
is spelled correctly as follows: “Reagan” not “Regan”. Thank you for your
patience. I’m behind the curve when it comes to this bloody English as a Second
Language. Once I catch up. Well, I hope to run like Seabiscuit. Go Seabiscuit!
Go!
Correction: Walt Disney privately contracted NASA for
his ‘outer space series’ and NASA sent Disney, Dr. Wernher von Braun who worked
under the Nazis which I’m being informed that in that time in history either
scientists did collaborate with the Nazis or else, however. Dr. von Braun held
official membership in the NADAP.
Correction: Yes, electric cars are bad for the
environment because they have a larger carbon foot print, believe it or not;
unfortunately it’s true. One of the problems we’re having here in the Twin
Cities is that these electric cars are quite quiet and children and adults
can’t hear them coming thus accidents. Gosh facts are so cool!!! Indeed!!!
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Correction: Yes, Jesus Christ was indeed married. Fact.
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Correction: No, Ivy League (Harvard Divinity School)
isn’t saying that Jesus Christ was married because they’re afraid of losing
their jobs and that every other Evangelical won’t be able to deal with the
facts. The French have known the truth about Jesus Christ longer than the
Americas have been around.
Even if Ivy League can’t and won’t fess up to
scholarly facts, then let it be written on the record here for all of time that
indeed and factually Jesus Christ was married to Mary Magdalene. Enough of
scholarly cowardice and lies. We’ll enter the next five thousand years with the
facts and truth even if people want to be influenced by a fog of
misinformation.
Furthermore, humans have amnesia because the
Roman Catholic church has either destroyed or stolen written records that
indeed belong to humanity except that in doing so they left one of the greatest
components out; the Roman Catholic Church didn’t murder all of the Indians
whose memories goes as far back as the Gods. Our oral traditional storytelling
format has the power to break down lies, misconceptions and misguided
information.
What the Roman Catholic Church has done to
humanity is no differently than what Caesar accidently did by burning down the
Royal Library of Alexandria in ancient Egypt founded by Alexander the Great.
Pity!!!
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Correction: No, Jerusalem isn’t the Capital of Israel.
Politicians like to make up facts that are lies and incorrect. ‘We shall
overcome!’
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Now, MSNBC. I didn’t know it existed until
two months ago.
Allow for me to gush and be overly emotional
on the page. Ha!!!
Meet The Press. Wow!
(More later… I’ve got to get ready for Cirque
du Soleil.)
Ciao.
Gabriela
Side Note:
“Labyrinth”. What a cool film!
Yes, indeed an actual film!
I had no idea how cool it was until the
recent past few years when Eric introduced such a film into my life!!! The
trials and tribulations of being a girl are infinite. What a tough life girls have.
I like, that, an actor by the name of Mr.
David Bowie does many different types of roles without the fear of his career
being ruined when he does alternative cinema.
How cool is Mr. David Bowie. Quite. Thank
you.
The world needs more actors and brave souls
like Mr. Bowie.
(No,
I’ve not ever met Mr. Bowie nor am I going out of my way to do so.) I can
appreciate thespians and famous folks (from afar) without being some crazy
groupie as I’ve watched them stand and drool at gates held back by security.
I’ve worked behind the scenes and
well, fame is simply a part of a larger picture.
I hate to tell you this, but I didn’t grow up in America for the
first 10 years so the cliché of ‘fame-and-fortune’ doesn’t mean anything to me
(not in the way that swinging from vines in complete canopy freedom does); not
like it does to the Americans and no, I’m not a groupie to anyone. Why would I
be one? Please.
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[(Okay,
so maybe there’s only one famous person I’d like to meet and have the time to
ask a few politico artistic questions in conversation but I gave up on that
notion about 16 years ago because... well, frankly I refuse to go out of my way
to meet such a person because I’ve been told they’re not very nice and quite
full of themselves by people in the industry. Bummer.)]
Word gets around behind the scenes.
People have told me to stay away and quite
far away thus I do. My friends tell me not to make any friendships with
celebrities. Okay. My friends tell me
that I can meet anyone that I’d like thus to meet scientists and
mathematicians. Okay.
My friends tell me to stay away from other
artists because they don’t think straight especially when it comes to producing
and business. I guess other artists play at being artists. Pity. I was taught
that creating and producing art was indeed the highest form of enterprise,
markets and entrepreneurship.
Now, as to whom I’d like to meet is only
between the Gods and myself, although I’m not holding my breath any longer. I’m
an adult. Yes, I could still meet them, because I’m being told by my friends
‘just say the word’ but what’s the point after all these years later? Really.
Right? Right.
I’d rather sit in the ‘nosebleed’ section
amongst The People. Ha! I can’t wait to bring a book to read during a
professional baseball or football game, while the game is going on, as the
fans’ excitement becomes the backdrop audio, in the next decade or so. How much
fun!!! Fun. I love football, baseball, rugby and billiards.
I’m no longer 19. Life has taught me that
life is unfair and most often than not after you meet some dreams and
aspirations then the ‘reality bites’ harder than the dream. Ha!!! Now, that’s
hilarious. Nope. Wild horses couldn’t drag it out of me as to whom it is that
I’d like to meet because, my friends can make anything happen and I don’t want
them to intervene. Thank you, but no thank you.
Yes, my friends are global. I have close and
quite personal incredible friends in the Twin Cities but some of my kindred spirits
live in foreign countries and that’s who I directly communicate and e-mail
with. I love you, guys!
September 21, 2012
Silence.
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Happy Friday!
Aloha.
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Shall we dance?
Congratulations Mr. President Barack Obama on
your re-election.
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Nope. Step back. Way back. Thank you.
Of course any one can profit from chubby and
fat, beer guzzling Caucasian dumb American college students with a masturbating
fascination for Zombies who like the excuse to paint their faces green and
pretend to be Zombies so they can piss in their pants and try to get laid with
the smell of vomit in their mouths and pee on their crutches. Ha!
Of course, by all means be my guests, if
college students are such a bunch of consumer suckers then make as much money
off of them as possible. Ha! I won’t get in the way of pop-culture consumerism
and retards. Why would I? How hilarious are they? Quite. I’m laughing so
hard!!! No, seriously this is funny stuff.
I do indeed think that it’s hilarious how
shallow young Americans are because they hurt so badly at the thought that
they’re nothing special. They’ve been fed so many lies all their lives
especially about themselves and they’ve finally come to the realization that
they’re nothing special to anyone except to their strung out moms on
prescription drugs and that thought kicks them in the balls each and every
time.
As a Mayan female Indiana; cultures and
societies at large have told me my entire life that I’m nothing special and
that there are no expectations of me, thus I can fail all I want and no one
will expect anything less from me. I’m not delusional. I’m a ‘nobody’ and thus
I don’t take it too harshly that nobody
cares what the hell I’m up to. Cheers!!! What freedom!
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Do you know what success is?
Success means not asking for favors only questions.
Success means not hanging on to the hem of neediness.
Success means having the confidence to care
about others.
Success means keeping your composure in the
face of frustration, anger and hate.
Success means making mistakes and being
human.
Success means loving even when hatred spins
out of control.
Success means feeling emotions on a grand
scale of tremendous proportions.
Success means getting up in the mornings and
applying oneself.
Success means paying your own way.
Success means being kind even when others
spit in your face.
Success means being respectfully stern when
others are wrong about you.
Success means learning that you’re success.
Success means opening your own doors to your
soul.
Success means being grateful for the food on
your table.
Success means prayers to any kind God(s).
Success means you.
Success means that you must learn that
success is a made up fool’s concept.
Success means you love even when you feel
hatred.
Success means a smile to the opposition.
Success means not making fun of others
because they’re different from you.
Success is a matter of opinion.
Success is intelligence and a smart capacity
to see many different points of view even when you respectfully disagree and
you’ll disagree plenty.
Success means telling the truth even if it
rips the heart out.
Success means creating, producing and
selfless acts of random kind gestures.
Success means artistic ability without being
a copycat, a hypocrite and a miser.
Success means authenticity of the soul.
Success means loveliness in the face of
ugliness.
Success is realizing that beauty and ugliness
go hand-in-hand.
Success means giving to the poor, destitute
and sick.
Success means not whining about one’s lot in
life but sharing the lessons of adversity.
Success means… many things but most of all
integrity to bring to light that which is hidden in the shadows.
I’m success even when others thought I was a
complete failure because I’m not an American cliché of fame and fortune. I’m
one human entity in a sea of multitudes, breathing and living to the best of my
ability and thriving as I am now.
I’m success because I’m someone to me even if
this American country is racist and I’m a scientifically proven racist. I can
admit that scientifically humans are wired and conditioned to be racists yet
I’ve proven not to be a bigot.
I’m success because I was born stubborn as
any lovely written poem is born from the ashes of her phoenix.
I’m success because I don’t self loath in the
face of adversity, war and wayward politics.
I’m success because I breathe and so are you.
I’m success because you’re success.
No, I didn’t get here on my own. I have
America to thank for getting me here thus far. Thank you. I don’t forget those
who’ve loved me, respected me and given me a helping hand. I’m so grateful for
such respect and trust.
No one in business makes it on-their-own or
they truly are failures of their own delusions or liars (pick one).
Success means community not individual
islands even though my community is online and in other countries. Thank you
for not letting me, feel, alone, in such a racist Nation under God. Thank you.
I owe everything to you my dear ones (you know who you are).
You’re success therefore, I am.
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Americans wouldn’t know the difference
between a ‘hyperbole’, a ‘metaphor’, an ‘anecdote’, a ‘simile’ or an ‘example’
even if it crept up on them and bit them on the rear end.
Now, when I write about Zombies I’m not being
literal. (Did you get that?) Follow along. It’s not nuclear science, here.
Although, I think you ought to know that
there’s such a thing as “Tetrodotoxin” known as a potent neurotoxin with no
known antidote from the Puffer fish.
Now, I guess that a human doesn’t die completely once this toxin
has entered their blood stream and brains but that in this state and condition
a human can be used as a slave workforce without pay because they’re not
completely dead and not completely alive. I’m sure tyrants would love to tap
into that vein.
Zombies, what about them? I’m told that as an intellectual I
ought to believe in them. Okay. I do. Only because evidence exists for such a
disposition, not because my brain wants to.
When I speak of drugged up Zombies, I speak of the 50% of
Americans on pharmaceutical prescription drugs walking around as though they
have poop in their pants and their thumbs up their butts. That’s all I’m
saying. Ha!!!
Sincerely,
Gabriela
P.S. Wishing you all an incredibly relaxing
weekend. Cirque Du Soleil here we come if we don’t decide to stay on the couch
with a beer in hand and in pajamas!!!
*) What a tough two weeks it’s been for the
Americans!!! Peace and love.
*) About three weekends ago, now, I went and
listened to a friend do a poetry reading and mistakenly I forgot my lip balm,
there, that I had bought in Costa Rica this spring.
I called up the coffee shop, “Beaner’s
Central” in Duluth that following Monday and a lovely woman on the other end of
the phone went and checked on the contents of the ‘lost and found’ but to no
avail it was gone. (Sigh.)
If you found a small white cylinder lip balm
that smells like heaven then remember that it’s a Costa Rican item and think of
the ocean for me each and every time you use it. It was a $40.00 lip balm and
delicious. Enjoy. It was worth more for the sentimental value than the item
itself. It reminded me of home.
*) This Monday I went to the bank and
deposited $120.00 without an I.D. Thank the Gods I didn’t have to make a
withdrawal. My license went missing for a few hours. I checked all of my pant
pockets and tried not to panic because I had my passport stolen from me two
years ago.
I went home and went through everything and
found my I.D. There are Gods, indeed. Thank you.
*) I was introduced to a product line called Burt’s Bees in the fall of 1998 and I
haven’t looked back. Thank you!!! I have so many skin allergies and such that I
believe in Burt’s Bees only because I have such sensitive skin. I’m grateful!!!
*) What’s Hashish?
Oh, dear Ms. Fiona Apple, who threw you under
your own bus?
*) No, I’m not an undercover cop.
No, I’m not a cop even though some of my best
friends are real cops.
No, I’m not a mole, whatever that means? A
little animal in the ground? What.
No, I’m not F.B.I. (Although I used to work
right alongside the F.B.I. on Amber Alert kidnapped child cases as a
videographer.)
No, I’m not anyone who’ll get anyone else
arrested.
I’m human and I’ll let anyone live as anyone
may see fit because I don’t want to be bothered by someone else’s decisions
about their lives as I’m trying to figure out how to be the best human that I
can be.
I have more love than hatred in my heart, but
it doesn’t mean that I don’t get frustrated by egotists, mean-spirited
scoundrels and thieves of honor, murderers of great character and generosity. I
love humanity. I do. I don’t have to prove it to anyone else because I wrote
today to the four winds of peace. Ha! Now, I’m laughing. I’m such an Indian.
*) No, the Mayans didn’t predict that
December 21st, 2012 was the end of the world.
As a matter of fact it’s our New Year’s to
another five thousand years of life not death. How insulting (not literally) of
the Western world to take our Mayan culture, history and writings and spin it
on its head to sell products. How insulting, indeed. I’m laughing at the
ignorance of the Western culture when it comes to Indian studies because it’s
indeed overt racism at its finest. Ha! Ha! Ha! We get the last laugh!!! Live!!!
Smiles.
September 20, 2012
Silence.
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Happy Thursday!
Aloha.
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Shall we dance? Please. Thank you.
Congratulations Mr. President Barack Obama
unless Dr. Ron Paul makes a run for the Independent ticket then possibly and
most likely, game over.
Did you know that Mr. Barack Obama and Mr.
Mitt Romney are cousins? Yes. Fact.
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How about some breathing exercises?
I already said my morning prayers to the
Mayan Gods and meditated.
Correction; I found out that I don’t to
“Yoga” exercises on the Television at home. I do an exercise called “Pilates”
which I still can’t touch my toes all these years later. I’ve been doing these
exercises anyway since 2003 in hopes of touching my toes someday. I continue to
apply myself without any progress. Ha! Funny!
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Don’t eat the white bleached-out rice. Are
you crazy? Yes, arsenic.
I’ve been eating Native American wild rice
and brown rice for two decades.
Even if you’re “working poor” you can still
afford one pound of wild rice at $11.00 (some cents) per pound and you can make
it last for about a month. I know. I’ve been there and done that. Rice expands
inside your stomach so you don’t really need very much of it (1/2 cup)
especially if it’s great quality rice. Done! And Done! Sold to the highest
bidder!
If you add little black beans (without lard)
to go with that amazing wild rice then you’ve got yourself a complete and
nutritious meal. Period.
Native American wild rice! Native American
wild rice! Native American wild rice! Yeah! Go Native American wild rice!
America and its dysfunctional information. Yikes. How deadly misinformation can be
and that’s why education must; reign; freely above all other disciplines so
that our American People don’t get murdered here on the ground. Information is
worth more than gold and the Mayans have known that for thousands of years. Get
hip to the right types of information! Yeah! Go right information! (I must be
gearing up for the football season with all this literary cheering.)
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Oh, how funny indeed!!!
I didn’t know that 50% of Americans had
become pharmaceutical guinea pigs and drug addicts. Ha! (As an expression.)
It’s not really funny, is it?
“Tigers, lions and bears! Oh, my!”
I guess 50% of our American population is
drugged up on legal pharmaceuticals.
Not to mention that bath salts have become a
huge commodity here in America.
Oh, our lovely America what have you done to your People?
(I’m
being informed to forget about cocaine and heroin as the leading cause for
drugged up Americans, rather to look towards the pharmaceutical complex for
using our civilian complex as Nazi medical research. It keeps coming back to
those Nazis that the Americans still have such close ties to amongst our
institutions, yes, even today.) Did you know that Walt Disney hired Nazis to
work for him? Yikes. (Yes, we still believe in Disney stock.) Yes, indeed
America is just now getting over the aftershock of WWII.
Talking about Nazis…
Are you crazy?
I like IKEA’s merchandise… all of it!
I just can’t stomach it to shop there because
IKEA is indeed a company that was started by a Nazi and well… you know.
How can I place my hard earned dollars down
upon a countertop from a company whose owner believed in making lamp shades out
of human remains? I can’t. I’d vomit every time I’d look at the merchandise
lying about in our home. Moving on. Period.
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Now, I’m being told “to drive over” the Minnesotans
who step out in front of moving traffic and J-Walk. Okay.
I’m being told that if a pedestrian doesn’t
use the pedestrian walk zones then it’s their fault for getting killed not the
drivers’ fault. Okay.
I’m being told to drive defensively because
I’m not the one on any type of pharmaceutical drugs. Yeah! Okay.
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So, the Americans like to make fun of
anything that’s not mainstream, media driven and “normal” yet they’re such a bunch
of drugged up Zombies. Zombie apocalypse is indeed here and it’s nothing to
profit from or to make fun of. It’s real. Half of the population has their
thumbs up their butts.
Please, don’t make fun, seriously America has
become the land of drugged up Zombies. I see it every single day. If one has
any real raw emotion then drugged up Americans think that the other is weird
when in reality ½ of the population of Americans can’t even feel their frontal
lobes calling out to them to create, produce and be happy.
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Are you crazy?
I’m not unhappy.
I’m quite happy no matter how fleeting that
emotion may be.
I’ve got happiness right here in the back
pocket of my jeans ready to pull it out and comb my hair with it at any one
moment.
I was born with a happy disposition no matter
how much of a skeptic I may be and no matter how much abuse I take from the
Americans while they try to kill me on a daily basis. I wake up in the mornings
ready to live and not ready for death. I’m so happy to be alive that even being
human seems quite alright.
Although, I would’ve much rather preferred to
be born as some type of rare flower in the jungles of the Amazon but those,
too, are being cut for profit along with the murdering of the Brazilian Amazon
Indians. Wow! It’s amazing how much governments can get away with, isn’t it?
Governments can get away with murder. Incredible.
I’m willing to fight for this drugged up
America of ours. I have emotions. I feel. I keep myself in check at all times
even if I act like an Italian Mama at times when people are absolutely rude and
try to get me killed by jumping out in front of my vehicle on a daily basis for
over a year. I’ve been keeping a log and the median number seems to be five
humans a day who wish to die by J-Walking. Weirdoes. The most is eleven humans
per day that jump out in front of moving traffic and some days the count has
been fifteen.
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Are you crazy?
I’m not a hater but I most certainly can feel
hate. Ha!!! Now, that’s funny.
I’m human and that’s what’s so fascinating
about being imperfect. I love in tremendous of ways. I have so much love. Yes,
I have tremendous love for all of our Muslim brothers and sisters but I don’t
have love for murderers and deadly rioters.
Peace and love.
Gabriela
*) I have to go and meet so many other
responsibilities. Cheers! Ciao.
P.S. I’m being informed by experts to hang in
there and not to listen to anything that American mainstream media states about
the Middle East. I’m being informed that the mainstream media has their-own
corporate agendas and that what’s
going on in the Middle East, is, not at all what it seems. I’m being informed
that the American mainstream media has no idea what’s going on either. Okay.
I’m hanging on. I’m standing by like a God fearing woman.
*) Our American corporate mainstream media
has to start making time for global news.
Why are they so dense?
The American People aren’t the mainstream
media so when I tell the Americans not to worry too much about what’s happening
in the Middle East, then I mean it, but it doesn’t mean that our corporate
mainstream media ought to continue running the same old Romney and Obama news
24/7 because frankly it gets old and boring quickly and it makes ignoramuses
out of the Americans to be kept in the dark.
Americans are already falling behind
educationally and that’s a weapon that can be and most likely will be used
against us.
If the corporate media wants to keep up in an
age of flashing lightening online media speed then they must keep up with
global news or be left in the dust and perish.
*) Now, the C.I.A. has a lot of explaining to
do because those are our American tax dollars they go gallivanting about in the
world with, as they, destroy countries and get in the way of politics that they
ought not to.
Don’t look at me that way and don’t lecture me. I know
all about San Salvador. I know all about how my People got murdered by the
C.I.A. I don’t know specifics but I do know what history has taught me and what
the women say in oral traditional story telling format. I can believe in that
for as long as I live. Lives of women, men and children were ruined because of
what the C.I.A. did to the San Salvadorians. It’s a fact of life and no, I
don’t like it as much as you do. Why would I like it? I don’t.
*) I’m simply a Mayan scribe recording as
fast as I can so that in the year 7012 The People can see some type of civilian
writing and understand that our times are most definitely complex, difficult
and full of hope. I believe in hope. I most certainly don’t believe in slogans
and campaigns about hope, but I do believe in real hope the type of hope that
I’ve seen in sixth graders when they learn to read past a second grade reading
level.
*) Bring home our troops! Bring home our
troops! Bring home our troops!
*) I’d vote for Jesse Ventura any day of the
week for President of the United States of America. What an intelligent and
carrying soul. Piers Morgan who believes in listening in on the British civilians
and their private phone conversations got his arse handed over to him on a
silver platter on CNN coverage by Jesse Ventura. Yes! Jesse Ventura has got my
vote!!!
The American People won’t stand for anymore
lies.
Don’t give me that! There’s nothing more
annoying than CNN plagiarists.
*) Another thing; Yes, there must be a wolf
hunt because our sheep farmers are losing sheep left-and-right due to the rise
in wolf populations. Get your information straight or you’ll take out our sheep
farmers who must clothe and feed their human families. Please. Where the hell
do you get your information from?
*) Believe in life! Americans wake up from
your pharmaceutical spells because this country is being taken over by a mean
Congress that hates our guts. Please, please wake up. Wake up America! Wake
up!!! Enough of this slumberous and fairy tale sleep.
Has the world gone mad? Yes.
With love, always with love. What more is
there? Nothing.
*) Oh, yeah Americans like to sue each other
because they’re poor and desperate for money. That’s that. Americans and their
double standards, lies and lunacy. Wow!
Wake up little ones. Wake up. It’s time to
wake up!!! Would you like a gentle kiss, because I’m standing by cheering for
your recovery and if all it takes to get you to wake up is to blow kisses into
the wind then I’ll blow kisses every day. I love you.
September 19, 2012
Silence.
Breathing.
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No, I haven’t burned the Quran nor am I going
to; not today and not ever. Period. (But it doesn’t mean that I don’t think
about it…I can think anything I want and express my thoughts all day long.)
Step back. Way back. I’m an American, damn it!!!
I can express all day long that I might burn the Quran.
I can go blue in the face with such remarks
and strong sentiments but actually burning the Quran would mean doing something
concrete about it and I haven’t.
Words don’t kill.
Humans are the ones who murder.
Don’t excuse such idiotic behavior such as
rioting murderers.
I haven’t murdered anyone.
I refuse to bow down to the lame excuses to
have another state that free expression and free speech kills. Please. I refuse
to enter into the Stone Age with the Muslim rioters and murderers and I’ll not
turn the other cheek. Why would I? How dare thee be such murderous liars?
I will speak.
I will write.
I haven’t got any blood upon my hands.
My adopted sister from Sierra Leone is the
loveliest Muslim woman and I adore her, I love her and because I have more than
enough respect for her and I honor her every breath I shan’t burn the Quran,
ever, however, don’t think, that, I don’t think about burning the Quran every
single day for one-week and one day. Yes, sir!!! Absolutely, I think about burning the Quran every
morning that I’ve woken up for the past week. Why wouldn’t I? The difference
between me and Muslim rioters and murderers is that I don’t take to violence
because I believe in Allah and his grace.
If the Middle East is so upset then let them be
upset with Egypt and not with the United States.
Please. How insulting are the Middle Eastern
rioters and murderers? Quite. I refuse to hand them over a lollipop when
they’re such liars and murderers of their faith. Nope. This is the 21st
century and they can all go suck on their thumbs. I bite my thumb at thee.
How dare thee think that the Americans
wouldn’t take offense to your murderous abominations?
I do hate the arrogance and the
self-righteousness of the Middle Eastern rioters and murderers. How can I not?
Why is it okay for the Middle Eastern rioters and murderers to kill and murder
and it’s not okay for Americans to want
to think about burning the Quran? Why? I’ll not believe in Islam in the
same way that I used to for a very long time.
I shan’t believe in Islam when Syria is
killing our Muslim brothers and sisters next door. How dare you become a double
standard? It’s one thing to uphold to double standards. It’s quite another to
become one. I hate all of the Middle Eastern murderers and rioters. I’m an
Allah fearing woman and I can say that with fury and grace; I can say that I
hate your Stone Age ways but I’ll not murder you in the name of Allah nor any
other God because I fear the Gods of humans to be righteous.
I call for peace.
Where the hell are our global leaders, politicians
and peace keepers?
The People have had enough of this
abomination. How dare you call yourselves leaders? How dare the Middle Eastern
rioters and murderers even consider themselves any type of humanity?
I’ll not burn the Quran and thank the Gods
I’m not the President of the United States of America because I would’ve pulled
out all of our troops and American People from the entire of the Middle East
and have the Middle East kill each other off. I have so much hatred for these
Middle Eastern rioting haters and murderers all in the name of Allah. Don’t lie
to us, you, haters of humanity.
Did you know that all human origins stems
from lemurs? Ha! I bite my thumb at thee.
I hate that the Middle East stands by and
silently allows for their Muslim brothers and sisters, 26,000, to get murdered
in Syria by a crazy regime yet the Middle Eastern Fascists lose their heads due
to this crappy video “Innocence of Muslims”. How dare thee stand by such double
standards? Oh, Turkey, our dearest Turkey. Thank you.
Peace. Already! Enough of this violence!
Enough!
Where are the Global leaders?
Ciao.
Gabriela
P.S. Allah will punish you for your violence
and ignorance against your brothers and sisters of the Earth. Yes, indeed. Free
Speech! Free Expression! I think about
burning the Quran but I don’t because I’m an American, damn it! We believe in
religious freedoms.
If I find out that Mohammed indeed were a child
molester and a womanizer then “Plague on Both Your Houses.” Mark my words. I’ll
fight with every artistic arsenal I have, because the artists, too, can change
the course of the future; (correction); artists can’t change history but we
most certainly can change the future. Enough!!!
I have so much hate in my heart for the
Muslim rioters and murderers. Thank Allah I’m not the President of the United
States of America or I’d let you die in your feces and cave houses. What excuse
is there to murder in the name of Allah? None!
Enough. You shan’t get another piece of my
writing because the Middle Eastern rioters and murderers aren’t worth my breath
in life. I have the Middle East to thank for teaching me to hate. Thank you
very much!!! I’ll get over it because I can forgive but I shan’t forget this
murderous indignation.
September 19, 2012
Silence.
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Happy Wednesday!
Aloha.
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I stand corrected; it’s been proven in scientific case studies
that marijuana smokers are the best drivers on the road but marijuana is still
illegal in America so let’s make it legal. It’s these damn cocaine and heroin
users who are so cruel and murderous.
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Congratulations! Mr. Presidente Barack Obama
who is anything, but a socialist moderate nor a Muslim, one, could only wish. The United States of America’s current
president isn’t a Muslim.
It’s obvious that Mr. Governor Romney has
lost this election 2012 because he can’t fit into his breeches nor much less
can he walk a mile in another man’s shoes.
Mr. Romney has proven himself to be a racist
against the Latinos, a bigot against the elderly, veterans and our students,
especially the poor.
That 47% he so fondly spoke about to the rich,
are, People, American People who were going to vote for him.
Where is Mr. Romney’s past 13 years of income
tax records?
Oh, he doesn’t have any because Mr. Romney
doesn’t pay income taxes. Well, well, well. What a hypocrite.
The American People have just left the
Governor of Texas, Mr. Romney in the dust. See ya!!! I told you America. I told
you that Mr. Romney was indeed a weasel. His track record shows him to be one.
Why has our lovely America stuck its head in the sand about politics?
I’ve become an Independent because of this
election. I no longer vote Republican and I most certainly don’t want to vote
for this Democrat Party.
Where’s Dr. Ron Paul?
Dr. Ron Paul! Dr. Ron Paul! Dr. Ron Paul.
Now, Dr. Ron Paul would’ve indeed won the
Presidential election for the Republicans but the GOP and Tea Party hates this
country so much that, well… fill in the blank. Ha!!!
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Shall we dance? Absolutely yes!!!
When any woman asks any man to dance then get
up and dance.
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HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
“Innocence of Muslims” B-video trailer was
made and funded by the Middle East! Fact.
HA! What Joke! What a joke indeed. Can you
imagine it?
The Middle East; Egypt in particular funded
this crap video “Innocence of Muslims” trailer.
Please, laugh!
It’s quite outrageously funny because the
Middle Eastern rioters are indeed murderous and violent not to mention that it
was hypocritical of the Middle East rioters to murder Americans simply because
they can’t handle a crappy video. Get the
hell out of the Stone Age and stop finding reasons to murder others. What a
lie the Muslim faith and religion is, indeed. Especially rioting Muslims, what
liars! Muslim-rioter-murderers are cowards all in the name of Mohammed when
it’s the Middle East that funded this video. Now, that’s funny!!! What irony.
The United States of America, the land of the free and our Government
had nothing to do with this “Innocence of Muslims” B-video trailer as far as we
know, but if, indeed, We, The People find out that our government had any
connection (which they don’t as of now) then the American justice court system
will take them down, that I can believe in.
Now, I’m calling for all World Artists to find
out the truth about Mohammed and if indeed he is “everything” that this
outrageous video states then I’m asking all World Artists to make anti-Mohamed
art if indeed he was a child molester, a womanizer and everything else, “bad”,
that People believe he was because the Middle East is indeed a murderous
rioting people. Go suck your thumbs. I bite my thumb at thee. Whatever. The Middle East has blood on
their hands and that doesn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the world. Go French
Artists! Go!
Now, don’t forget that Mohammed was simply and
only a man.
Mohammed wasn’t and will never be Allah or
God. Like Jesus Christ he was indeed a man and Jesus Christ was indeed a
married man at that. Duh, everybody
has known that for centuries. Go Harvard Divinity School, those are our peeps
defending the rights of the truth. Yeah!
Furthermore, it’s time for the Middle East to
get down on its knees and ask for forgiveness for killing, murdering our
American People and it’ll be up to the Americans to decide if we are kind
enough and better than the Middle East in our religious values and beliefs in
everything that we’ve ever been taught about religious forgiveness. I would
love to burn the Quran today and I just
might for the lie that is the Middle Eastern-rioting and murderous people and
their righteous indignant murderous abominations.
Peace,
Gabriela
P.S. I can forgive but I won’t forget abuse.
Never. Otherwise, I’ll become a perpetrator of abuse and, that I refuse to
become any such coward in this world. Nope. I was made with the DNA of the Gods
carried in the Mayan blood and we’ve been anything but cowards because we’re
made in the likeness of the Gods. Please. Do you think that I don’t know my own
ancestral history? Please.
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*) Now, it seems that Minnesotans have given
up on all hope. Fine. More so, is, the troublesome concept, thought and idea
that Minnesotans want to die upon our streets and take out others in the
process. Please.
Don’t be so insulting Minnesotans. I bite my
thumb at thee.
I’m finding out that Minnesotans are
economically poor and their lack of money makes them desperate and they seem to
have forsaken God due to their lack of funds. How pathetic to give up on their
God because of their lack of cash flow.
I didn’t know Minnesotans were so shallow and
only saw God as something hopeful when they have money in their pockets then
they’re pro-God otherwise they show through their violent actions to be
murderous and stupid. Wow! I never thought it would come down to that.
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Yesterday evening on Hennepin Avenue a grey
VW four door car driven by an idiotic Caucasian female pulled out in front of
moving traffic while traffic had a green light at 30 MPH.
She pulled out into the street and stopped.
I came inches from sideswiping her vehicle.
I honked for half a block as she gave me the
middle finger. Who the hell did she think she was? She pulled out of the Pizza
Hut parking lot there on Hennepin Avenue. I hate her guts for driving like a
drunk driver on the road.
Half a block down the street at the following
green light two black men in their homeless garb jumped out from the curb as
we, traffic had yet another green light and they almost killed the black four
door car in front of me as I almost rear ended that car.
Yes, defensive driving is good. I’m glad I
was taught to learn to drive in Boston by my matriarchal Grandmother who had
serious road rage otherwise she was sweet as pie. Ha!
I turned right on the corner of St. Thomas,
continued at a green light and a block down from that light by the Target
Headquarters a Caucasian male casually dressed in tan kakis and an olive green
business shirt carrying a scuffed up brown brief case J-Walked out in front of
my car as I had a green light, I honked for about half a block and he, too,
gave me the middle finger. What a jerk off, both of them.
I saw three bicyclists, driving down the road
the wrong way, down, one-ways endangering every driver on those roads at dusk.
I saw eight cars without head lights on at about anywhere from 6:30 P.M. to
7:45 P.M.
It leads me to believe that either the
Minnesotans are a desperate bunch without a God or drunk, high on cocaine,
heroin or prescription drugs. What ‘assholes’ as my Dada tends to call the
human race who is all too murderous and ready for bloodshed.
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I’m asking all world tourists not to come to
Minnesota until Minnesota can get a grip and a handle on its murderous street
tendencies. Nope.
Dear tourists don’t come to Minnesota because
I won’t be able to bare it; the thought of our lovely French foreign exchange
students getting killed upon our Minnesotan streets. It’s a problem and a real
one because the Minnesotans have lost all respect for life and they have
forsaken their God.
I’ll let you know in April 2013 if Minnesota
is a safe enough place to send your lovely tourists here because not even the
Minnesotans are safe amongst the Minnesotans.
Peace and with regard for life.
Stay away from Minnesota because this is not New
York City when it comes to sophisticated pedestrian and driving culture. As far
as the Minnesotans are concerned with their mobile and pedestrian street
culture they get an F.
The Minnesotans have a tendency to want to
kill each other for the insurance money. What weirdoes. How desperate of them.
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*) Oh, yeah. Privacy. What privacy does a
public Royal figure have when they expose their breasts to the great outdoors
and the world?
A “telephoto-lens” can snap a shot as far
away as 40 miles and it can look as though one is 10 feet away.
Put that in your Royal security detail pipe
and smoke it. (I ought to have gone to school for private security. I would’ve
loved it because the overall picture is everything. Nothing much gets pass me
and I hate to tell you that even
though I look like a summer breeze and pretend not to know because frankly I
don’t get paid to care what stupidity others are up to.)
The Duchess of Cambridge may someday become
Queen but until then she has everything
to prove because she has everything
to lose and her middle-class upbringing isn’t Royal by any means as she
continues to prove to be nothing special to the world at large. Please. Don’t
be so insulting. We expect so much more from her. Obviously she doesn’t understand
her position and her responsibilities and nope, no one can sell it to me,
otherwise she needs help with her Royal duties.
Has the world gone mad?
As for His Royal Highness. Whom am I kidding?
That punk Harry. What a freak! Does he not
have any friends he can get in the nude with in the privacy of his own home and
play strip billiards?
Why was he in the nude amongst strangers?
Weird. Being that he’s royalty and everything, one would think that.... Why
don’t the Royals have real friends or at least great security detail to say,
‘no’, to them? I would’ve. Absolutely not! I would’ve told them, ‘no’, and now,
I wouldn’t be writing about such absurdities.
Let this be recorded for all time as the
Mayans make their scribing way into the year 7012. Thank you.
You’ve got to love the French with their
rebellious spirits!!! I do. The French are the true artists of the human
condition.
September 18, 2012
Silence.
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Happy Tuesday!
Aloha.
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Sticks
and stones
May break my bones
But words will never hurt me.
-
Mrs.
George Cupples
Alright! Alright! Alright!
No, I didn’t burn the Quran yesterday nor am
I going to today.
I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I was
raised to be better than that. However, as an Indian I’m willing to burn poser
books as a prayer to the Mayan Gods to bring about the truth rather than lies
on the page. I believe in truth and the Gods of humans above all else because
their books preach peace, honor, love and justice.
Now, it’s my human right to write that I may
burn the Quran, but it’s not any American’s right to threaten the life of
another.
Now, I don’t believe anything that comes out
of the University of Pennsylvania because well, as most Americans already know
that institution stands for the raping of little boys. Case closed.
Theological professors ought not to teach
that Americans ought to stand down on our Freedom of Expression and Speech
because others around the world are murderous, rioters and deadly. Please. That
argument leaves, one, open for criticism. Case closed.
What more is there to be said? Nothing.
Oh, Afghanistan what bloodshed you hold upon
your hands.
Oh, Benghazi what bloodshed you hold upon
your hands.
Allah doesn’t believe in murder. Only crazy
and insane humans do.
Peace,
Gabriela
P.S. These murderous riots aren’t about this
“Innocence of Muslims” B-video trailer.
“Innocence of Muslims isn’t a “film”
otherwise it would have a beginning, a story and an end. If you call it a
“film” then it leads one to believe the other as an ignoramus. Please, don’t be
so insulting to those of us who threw away one hundred grand at the American
University business enterprise while attending film school to come out of
school and work like mules. Thank you.
Imagine what I would do with 5 million
dollars as a filmmaker? Wow! I can only dream.
I would create many films about flowers,
another film about poetry and the loveliness of the Quran. I produce
professional and low-budget films that indeed have a beginning, story and end
and therefore my films are indeed professional films.
I make real films that I donate to my
community. I place on the table $30,000 a year to give that money away for the
betterment of my community and my country in-exchange-in the freedom to freely
express and speak as I see fit as a taxpaying American. Thank you.
Please, believe the Americans when we tell
you, Islam, that we love Islam, the Quran and its People. We love you in ways
that you have no idea. We love… while we’ve sacrificed our many American
rights.
The American People don’t stand by this
“Innocence of Muslims” piece of crap video.
Frankly we don’t really give it a second
thought to badly made overpriced anything; and neither ought to the rest of the
world otherwise, we give power to crappy made stuff and what happens to those
of us who are making incredible and wonderful mindful and
peacefully-intelligent art? Nothing. We continue to make art for the love of
humanity even if no one notices us and we don’t get free publicity or millions
of dollars in backing.
As artists we stand united and continue to
“make peace not war”. We love you Islam and we love you Israel but we won’t
stand for violence in America because since 9/11 we’ve learned to shoot guns
and defend what is rightfully ours as hardworking people. Please don’t murder
innocent bystanders. Please don’t burn our flag. Please don’t be mean to us
when we sacrifice for you, everyday. Please, no. Please.
September 18, 2012
Happy Tuesday!
Aloha.
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Shall we dance?
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Congratulations Mr. President!!!
It’s clear that Governor Romney has lost this
election.
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No, don’t be so daft! Step back. Way back.
I’m not a brown-noser. Nope.
A brown-noser has everything to lose and
nothing to gain.
Do you think that I can’t tell a brown-noser
from a mile away? Please.
Brown-nosers like to sound as though they
have all of the pity in the world for those public figures who commit public
blunders in the hopes that the brown-nosers will get noticed by the public and have
the public say, “oh, aren’t they so nice and squeaky clean”. Please.
A brown-noser is one of the most
manipulative, deceitful and conniving public communicators in the world dressed
in their lack of humanity, form and function and the worst part is that they
will indeed sniff anyone’s arse for a
pet on the head and a cookie.
Now, Mrs. Kate Middleton; of course the
public ought to hand her arse over to her on a silver platter. Of course. The public
aren’t brown-nosers wanting to sniff her arse. The public are the greatest
critics since the fake Shakespearean times.
Are you crazy? If, hypothetically, Mrs.
Middleton and I were standing in the same room then I would’ve openly and
clearly spoken to her as an adult woman to another adult woman without kissing
her ass.
I’m a woman of the world like any other
woman. I believe that having Mrs. Middleton’s back means not allowing for her
to expose her breasts to the world because of what she represents.
Who’s got these Royals backs, because no
matter what anyone says, it seems as though they don’t have any friends who
care about them. Pity. Truly.
I’ve got nothing to hide and nothing to lose
while Kate Middleton has everything to lose and nothing more to gain.
I have all of the sympathy in the world for
Mrs. Middleton but I’ll not sniff her out.
If Mrs. Middleton doesn’t understand the
gravitas of her position as Duchess of Cambridge then she’s indeed ignorant of
her responsibilities no matter what she thought was going to happen the moment
she exposed her breasts to the outdoors.
If indeed she has no clue what she represents
to the world then her middle-class upbringing has left her socially crippled
and frankly she’s not desirable as a woman because here on the ground our
little girls get sold for sex and our American women get raped.
Mrs. Middleton’s position in the world, is,
indeed quite serious.
She committed a serious blunder and I can’t
believe that she didn’t know what she was doing in a digital media age. I feel
completely turned off by this public figure. Why do you think the public
doesn’t trust or care for public figures, politicians and such?
Are you crazy? I come from privilege and one
thing we don’t do is brown-nose our way through life because when you know
privilege then you don’t ever have to bow down to stupidity. Why would you? The
Queen, our dearest Matriarch knows this all too well.
Oh, one more thing, don’t stay away from the
French.
The French are our Western hope for a
cultured society. I love the French and the French love me. We’re real
together. The French don’t let others get away with bull. Lovely.
Ciao.
Peace.
Gabriela
P.S. Thank you, for “Downton Abbey”. We watched
it this morning and felt so overjoyed by the content, storytelling and
magnificence in production. Thank you!!!
*) I’m being informed that even the richest
of people have bill collectors calling them because they don’t pay their debts.
I do, even when I starved I chose to pay and eat rice and nothing but rice for
weeks at a time.
My “Occupy Wall Street Movement” is this bill
collector. I refuse to write a $3,000 dollar check over to the city of Duluth
because Duluth failed me. Duluth starved me and drove me into social and
economic oppression. Duluth set me back as a woman, an entire decade in
success, nutrition and fair wages. Nope. I hate Duluth and they can wait to
collect on my money.
In the month of August 2012, alone, our
household expenditure came to fourteen thousand -- Now, keep in mind we bought
a house in America.
Ha! I refuse to pay that three thousand
except for in little increments of fifty dollars per month. Eat that for Costa
Rican dinner. I’m rebellious in quiet and subtle-legal ways especially when
living in a system that hates The People’s guts and is willing to starve them
out of food and home.
September 17, 2012
Silence.
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Oh, Indonesia. Our dearest Muslim brothers
and sisters I expected so much more from you. We’ve shared bread together. What
happened? I’ll have to make some calls.
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I’m being informed that our intelligence has
no idea what’s going on-on the ground of most countries, now there’s a thesis
idea.
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Correction; of course
I meant “Muslim Brotherhood” and not the “Arab Spring”. I’m sorry I was
thinking too fast and typing too slowly. I know I know. These two groups are
completely different I’m not going to write a thesis about it -- go look it up.
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To the Muslim world, do you know what a
double standard is?
Do Muslim Taliban rioting members truly
believe that burning the Quran is oppressive? Please. If that’s oppressive then
no one seems to have the definition of oppression down.
No, really?
Do you know what I find oppressive?
I find Middle Eastern male Muslim foreign
exchange students studying here in the United States of America and having them
state and carry out the sentiment that: “All American women are ‘my’ bitches.”
I hate that spoilt brat Muslim males believe that American women are here to
get laid by them while they’re away from home because these filthy men consider
our American women trash and whores. Please. Go masturbate in a corner.
Do you know what I find oppressive?
I find it oppressive that the rioting Muslims
try to find any little excuse to place blame on America for every mistake
they’ve ever made since 500-600 years after Jesus Christ was born. The Muslim
religion came about 500-to-600 years after Christ. Eat that for Muslim dinner.
Do you know what I find oppressive?
I find it oppressive that the Middle East,
Africa and many other countries around the globe are into female-mutilation,
even though that supposedly has nothing to do with the Muslim Brotherhood.
Bull. Do you know why bull?
What State, Nation and government stands up
for the vagina mutilations of any Country’s women? What vulgar and disgusting
men. Hell is burning under you feet waiting for your souls to burn into all
eternal damnation.
How dare the Muslim Brotherhood stand up for
the mutilation of any woman’s vagina? How dare you be so hypocritical? The
Muslim Brotherhood and the Muslim Taliban rioters are right up there with the
Roman Catholic Priests who like to rape little boys. Don’t give me that double
standard!!!
No decent and human rights government will
allow female mutilation to be a familial choice, unless oppression reigns
freely then cowardly men and women will continue to mutilate the vaginas of our
global girls and women because oppression is the ruler of these Nations. That’s
like a weak government without a penis burying their heads in the sand and
saying that a stupid B-video trailer is causing the oppression of the Middle
East, Africa and Israel. Go sit in a corner and contemplate oppression and
double standards. Please. Who the hell do you think you are with your
hypocrisy?
If Muslim rioters are going to riot then riot
for the rights of your sisters while their clitoris’s get ripped and cut from
their bodies.
I’ve got a middle finger for the
Muslim-rioters right here ready to go up in flames with the Quran. Oppression?
If burning the Quran is an argument for oppression then I’m willing to burn the
Quran because as it stands with these Muslim rioters it seems that the Quran
isn’t worth anything when men turn this sacred and holy book into hypocrisy.
Don’t lie to us. We hate your lies.
Don’t get me started about the oppression of
Muslim women because it’ll make me get up from this desk and burn the Quran,
right here this afternoon. I’m so ready to burn the Quran for the lie that has
become the Muslim rioters, its Taliban and Al-Qaeda. Don’t lie to us because it
makes us hate your guts enough to stone your economies to death.
How dare the Taliban Muslim rioters be as
insulting as the American bill collector was this morning who told me not to be insulted that he was
such a douchebag in communication?
People in America work long and hard hours
for a meager morsel of bread. How dare thee be such know-it-alls! How dare thee
not contemplate and understand the hardships of women, men and children all
over the globe. How dare thee be such liars. How dare thee be so insulting.
Do you know what I find oppressive?
I find it oppressive that
whiny-college-spoiled-students can’t handle breast feeding in public or in a
classroom. Get over yourselves.
I can’t believe that our American college
students didn’t stand up for the rights and economical oppression of their
female professor. It’s an injustice. Stand up, damn it, for your professor who
can’t afford sick-day-care for her child because we live in a quietly
oppressive oligarchy.
Working women take their babies and children
to work because when they are single parents on a single income, therefore they
can barely make it in this day in age.
I thought that our American college students
were far more intelligent to bring to light the indignities and oppression of
our working-class Americans. Shame on you. I’m embarrassed to call you
Americans. Barely. As if.
I wouldn’t hire any of those whining college
students who can’t see the larger picture because they are the type that would
take down entire institutions.
What’s this country coming to. Please. It’s
obvious that our American college students didn’t breast feed. What a dumb
country, whining about the injustices of their professor breast feeding in the
classroom. What do you think the rest of the Western Hemisphere does? Women all
over the world publicly breast feed. Get over it!!!
Don’t hire any of those types of college
Valley-High-twelve-year-old speaking individuals who have no clue what’s going
on with other mature working adults in our Nation that oppresses our women
workers. Go suck on a tit. How oppressive are our American college students?
Quite. Please. No wonder no one wants to hire the younger generations because
they really do think that everything is about them.
Peace.
Gabriela
*) I’m debating burning the Quran and seeing
how oppressive it is to the Muslim rioters in the Middle East. I’ll let you know
tomorrow if I burned the Quran today. The Quran is my favorite piece of poetry
in the entire world. I may cry but I want to see the outcome of this test. How
oppressive is it to burn the Quran when the Muslims rioters and oppressors love
to mutilate the vaginas of women?
P.S. I hate double standards.
*) Are you crazy? I love cut flowers and how
pretty they look but cut flowers are against my spiritual and Indian
theological believes because I’m not to kill anything that I’m not supposed to
like nature.
*) Are you crazy? If Mrs. Kate Middleton;
Mrs. Royalty decides to show her tits to the world comprised of digital media
then what’s she to expect? Nothing.
The Royals are losing this game as they let
their balls, penises and tits hang out for the entire globe to be a witness to.
Please. Get over yourselves… The world expects more from Royalty. We need our
Royals to be role models. We’re running out of global role models and hence
forth once, one, becomes a Royal, then, one, is not to show their Royal crowns
in front of the world because it’s done in poor taste and, one, leaves the
mortals hating one’s actions. We expect more than, one, would know.
*) Now, it was indeed the French who taught
me to be ruthlessly rude to idiots. Thank you.
*) Now, it was the French of the French
Riviera that taught me to go topless, and yet again I’m not a Royal. I stand
for the rights to nudity as the Europeans are so fond of.
*) What more is there to be said. Nothing. Go
eat a salad!!!
September 17, 2012
Silence.
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Happy Monday!
Aloha.
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My friends have sent me back to the page and
have commanded / demanded of me to make an apology about my literary swearing.
My deepest apologies for swearing and using
the word “f---” on the written page.
My friends tell me that I’m better than that
and a lot funnier than I’m on the page.
There it is, an apology. I can go Navy across
the page for all of the injustices of the world but I guess I’m to find a funny
way of writing about it but I don’t feel very funny at all just now.
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CORRECTIONS WERE MADE: “Innocence of Muslims”
isn’t a film because it’s incoherent. Period.
If you call it a film then one is an ignoramus about the cinematic
realm. If you call it a film, then I want my 100 grand back that I spent in
film school because it means that my education was a waste of my time and not
worth a penny.
For the Middle East, Africa and Israel it
must be a shallow, lame and stupid excuse to riot to such a piece of crap
video.
The riots, tells the world everything they
need to know about the Middle East, Africa and Israel; they’re not open for
business. Moving on. Next.
Who cares what vandals, rioters and
destructive mean-spirited and violent people think?
Americans, don’t give it another thought. If
rioters and extremists want to burn down their countries then let them.
However, let’s be quite clear about this: Americans will defend their soil and
“every” American owns weapons and guns in their homes, we do.
Americans will take out any one that as much
as trespasses upon their lawns. (Tongue in cheek.) Ha!
Now, get the hell of our back porches because
Americans have serious and wonderful work to do and if anybody doesn’t like it
then start a company that produces peace, harmony and commerce not violence and
riots. These violent rioters can go eat mierda because they’re such liars with
their violence, that’s not Allah’s grace, that’s mankind’s cowardice. Peace be with you. And also with you.
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Ha! The Duluth bill collector just called me
at nine in the morning and told me not to feel insulted that he’s calling me to
collect $50.00 that I’ve paid every single month for ten years straight whether
I starved or not. I’m indeed insulted. I starved for Duluth. Don’t even. I hate
the lie that is Duluth, Minnesota.
The man had the audacity to tell me how to
feel. Please.
Bad communicators in business make for bad
business.
How incredible that someone like me has
lee-way until the 25th of every month and he’s calling me on the 17th for
a meager $50.00. Wow, the city of Duluth must be hurting for money. Please. I
used to have to choose between giving my $50.00 to Duluth or starve. I would
starve to follow through on responsibilities.
Do you know why I hate Duluth so very much,
because it doesn’t know how to conduct nor much less communicate about money
and business? Please, don’t call me at nine in the morning and demand a
“meager” $50.00 from me when I used to choose paying my bill collectors rather
than eating. Oh, no! Duluth is a dirty little nose picker when it comes to
business isn’t he? Of course.
Duluth is desperate for money so its bill
collectors will hark on debt as small or as much as $50.00 that 10 years ago
could’ve gone for food. How pathetic. Go suck yourselves. I’m indeed insulted.
It’s my home you’re calling. It’s my livelihood. Get the hell off my back
porch. I’m sitting here with a shot gun and don’t mind if I do. Don’t call me,
you pieces of dirt. Hell with Duluth, Minnesota and how badly it plays at
business when it doesn’t even know how to tie its own shoelaces much less a
tie. Please.
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Silence.
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Happy Monday!
Aloha.
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Shall we dance?
Oh, how I love to Waltz.
You wouldn’t know it by looking at me, but I
do.
No, I’m not a jock nor a complete prep, per
say; I’m an individual with individual tastes, wants and needs. I’m indeed a
true artist and no, I don’t go around crying, yelling at others or making queer
talk about nothing especially when I hate violence and riots.
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Greed isn’t the American way.
Americans aren’t hypocrites.
Americans believe in taking care of the sick,
the poor and the destitute.
Like the Jews, we believe in giving away 30%
of our earnings to charity as a way in thanking the Gods for our good fortune
and as a reminder to stay humble as middle-class Americans.
Have you ever given away 30% of your income
to anything?
Try it some time.
It’ll change you down to your DNA.
Come on Americans!
Let’s put our money where our mouths are.
I believe in feeding the hungry, the poor and
the sick.
Americans aren’t greedy pigs nor do we buy
into such grotesque ideology.
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Now, about this Chicago Teachers’ Strike: when it
comes to negotiations with the Chicago Teacher’s Union I’d say give them
anything and all they want. Period. Moving on. Next.
It’s time we change this hypocritical
educational system and place education and teachers first, otherwise it’s
become futile, deceitful and greedy business.
First, when I worked through Ameri-corps
(2001-2002) at $4.11 per hour, I promised myself that I wouldn’t become a
teacher in the American school systems even if someone paid me millions to
become a teacher.
Teaching is the most exhausting, difficult
and challenging work in the world not to mention heartbreaking with so much
drugs and domestic violence in homes.
I left on my last day of work and do you know
what I did? I ran for the parking lot, took my shoes off and drove away as fast
as I could get away from that building with so many children with so many needs
for decent nutrition, alone. I don’t ever want to enter another American public
school system and volunteer / work my life away as a Teacher’s helper, aid or as
a teacher. No, no thank you.
I don’t care how many 6th graders
read at a 1st grade reading level. That profession wasn’t and isn’t
for me.
Now, I’m a great advocate for free public
school education and teachers because frankly I’d rather shovel snow or dig up
ditches than teach and most people would say the same after spending a year in
any American public school system where the American children are constantly
hungry, dealing with domestic violence and get fed crap like ketchup for a
vegetable at lunch time. No, ketchup isn’t a vegetable, its high on sugar
content and it leaves one terribly hungry unlike a real grown non-organic or
organic tomato. I wouldn’t feed my future pets the crap American children get
fed in American public schools. Nope.
I don’t believe in the extreme expense of
organics and vegan foods, however I do believe in vegetables and nutrition like
wild rice, whole wheat breads and pastas with fresh vegetables and fruits.
I do believe in eating meats without hormones
and grass fed happy animals. No, I don’t want my future children for boys to
grow breasts from the hormones in milk and meats. Please. Gross. I’ll forever
believe in free range and grass fed meats. I just do.
I do believe in greatly made foods with high
healthy nutrient content, a balanced diet and great -- I mean, great
nutritional value whether it be organic, vegan foods or not.
Second, teachers work long hours and barely
have time to do much else.
Finally, this Chicago Teachers’ Strike; let
it go on for months if need be because Teachers have had enough! Teachers, too,
have rights especially in a place like Chicago where a Teacher can get shot at
any time and the graduation rate is low, LOW!
I believe in American Unions and worker’s
rights and that’s what’s owed to the American teachers.
Sincerely,
Gabriela
P.S. Yes, I’ve reviewed this “Innocence of
Muslims” B-video trailer and I’m here to tell you that my Middle Eastern
friends who are male Muslims and Christians alike don’t take offense to such a video
because some of the greatest male chauvinist pigs I’ve ever known have been
some of the most offensive Muslim men and they don’t take offense to anything
they can’t dish out. So, it’s obvious that this low-brow idiotic and badly made
B-video trailer isn’t what’s irritating the Middle East, Africa and Israel.
Now, the Middle East, Africa and Israel can’t
really be offended by such a crappy trailer because truly they are far more
intelligent than this B-video trailer.
I can’t fall for the lie that the Middle
East, Africa and Israel have no idea how to tell the difference between great
art and sub-standard and idiotic art. Really? I don’t believe it. Our lovely
and amazingly intelligent Middle East, Africa and Israelis surely have far
better taste than to get insulted by a crappy, mediocre and badly made
incoherent video trailer. Yes? Yes.
Furthermore, I can’t possibly believe that
the Middle East, Africa and Israel are anti-American when billions of taxpaying
American dollars go into foreign aid into those regions. Frankly, that hatred
for America would prove far too hypocritical of our brothers and sisters in the
Middle East, Africa and Israel.
Frankly, if the Middle East, Africa and
Israel are so anti-American then I know exactly where those American foreign
aid billions of dollars can go, straight into our American teachers’ pay, new
schools and the great public school nutrition and food for our children.
*) Did you know that 75 billion dollars of
our taxpaying American dollars goes into our Homeland Security? Please, dear
Middle East, Africa and Israel pray for the American People, because they
starve while our Homeland Security eats and sleeps well at night. How ghastly!
How ghastly indeed.
*) The time for stealing natural resources is
over.
Yes, with all due respect; Mr. T. Boone
Pickens can’t be allowed to steal the water from the South and it’s
unacceptable. I expect far better conduct from Mr. T. Boone Pickens as our
human brother because he’s not getting any younger… Mr. Pickens is closer to
meeting his maker than not.
“How did you contribute to the well being of
other people?” That’ll be the first question from the Gods.
*) Yes, “Fracking” is a holy terror on the
environment if it’s done cheaply.
So, American oil companies must not be
allowed to get cheap on the environment.
The Earth isn’t the personal oil companies’
whore. The Earth is a Lady because she can indeed become deadly if she’s
crossed, terrorized and disrespected. The Earth can kill us all in the blink of
an eye. Earth will be here long after humans have gone.
*) Where have all the American Walt Disney
men gone?
September 15, 2012
Silence.
Happy Saturday!
Happy Sabbath!
Aloha.
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Shall we dance? Absolutely not!
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After twenty years of personal research,
discussion and conversation; I’ve come to find out the truth and nothing but the whole truth so help me God from organic farmers,
scientists and experts that the greatest hoax, the greatest American lie; is
organic food growth, packaging and marketing not to mention that vegan and
organic foods are overpriced in unconscionable ways. “Don’t buy into any of it.
And don’t give your money away to such a lie.” Okay.
Back to the drawing board!
I’ve been warned and I shan’t do it again.
I learned my lesson. Thank you very much.
I’ll not be a sucker again. I shall not allow
for anyone to lick me.
I ask of you to pass it on that vegan and
organics are a great big lie.
Please keep in mind and remember; all of the
real Hippies are dead.
Don’t fall for this MTV (dreaded, dirty and
nasty) Generation of brutes who likes to enforce social agendas against the
will of others because they never made anything out of themselves and they most
likely never will with their bad breaths, un-showered bodies, and rude
demeanors. They got left behind in the dust as they ought to have been for not
applying themselves. Nazis.
I started out as a Preppy and as a jock in life
and I can prove myself, anytime, to have honor, respect and appreciation for
life as I do every single day of my life. I’m a god fearing woman. I walk in
the light of Jesus Christ. I do. I believe. I was baptized in the Episcopal
Church.
If I have anything great to tell the other
generations is to stay away from “wanna-be-poser-hippies, punks and dirty
kids”.
Be careful of any wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Be careful of social fanatics shoving social
agendas down your throats to satisfy some ego-centric, angry, offensive and
abusive agendas to get you to buy into them. And I, I’m not a sale out. Nope.
I’m human. Thank you very much!
I’m not a toy.
I’m not a lollipop.
I’m not like you.
Don’t lick me.
You have no right.
You will respect me or “A Plague on Both Your Houses”. Ha!
I believe in life.
I believe in the light of God.
I believe in the Gods even though I have no
facts to prove that they exist.
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Do you know why it took me one full year to
save up for a pair of shoes?
It took me an entire year to save up for a
pair of well stitched high heeled shoes because every time, I looked around,
there was far more need by others than by myself to use that money.
It took me from my 34th birthday
to my 35th birthday to buy myself a new pair of shoes because
frankly I feel quite fortunate and I could afford to donate my money to causes.
Thank you. I’m not a tyrant. Indeed. I may, indeed have a horrible disposition
against injustices as the dickens of a temperament and thank the Gods I’m not
running for public office nor for any other weird platforms.
Sincerely,
Gabriela
P.S. Are you crazy?
I do like the Electric Fetus’s bizarre
merchandise. Although, I haven’t been into one of their stores in about eight years
and I may not ever go back again.
Finally, I like Walmart stores. I buy flip
flops and thermal tops, there.
I believe there ought to be major Walmart
stores in “almost” every community especially the “poser-hippie” communities
like the West Bank in Minneapolis, Minnesota where that specific community’s
sexual assault and rape are their greatest dirty little secrets and up on their
numbers. Ha! Be not ashamed. Women are getting sexually assaulted and raped on
the West Bank left-and-right because it’s a huge heroin, cocaine and marijuana
hub for Minneapolis, Minnesota. Ha! Ha! Ha! (A middle finger to that
community’s disrespect for all women!!!)
It took 23 years to convince me about Walmart
and now, here we are. Walmart! Walmart! Walmart!
Do you know what neighborhood really would
benefit from a Walmart?
The West Bank of Minneapolis. Right next to
the Target store there on Minnehaha. A Target store is no different than a
Walmart store. Yes, Sir! I bet someone can make that happen. Can someone make it
happen? Thank you! Cheers!!!
The truth will set us all free!!!
*) Please, don’t reprimand me with the
argument of psychology 101. Please, no. “Transference”. Please. I’m quite
intelligent. Actually, my Father called me an “Educated Fool” last weekend. He
says that I’m overly educated. Pity. I thought that’s what the entire point was
to being a human.
Transference. Go sell it someplace else.
The riots in the Middle East, Africa and
Israel can’t possibly be god fearing. Do you know why?
It can’t be.
When I starved in America; for America; I
didn’t riot.
When I worked 18 hour days and went home to
barely any food; I didn’t riot.
When I couldn’t afford a winter coat; I
didn’t riot.
When I wore tennis shoes for winter boots for
three years; I didn’t riot.
When others lied about me; I didn’t riot. (My
actions were true.)
When I picked up used condoms and
heroin-needles from playgrounds at 5 A.M. in the mornings before children went
to school; I didn’t riot.
When other women placed me in danger with
their pimps; I didn’t riot.
When every hateful woman and man that’s ever
gotten me fired for their incompetence; I didn’t riot. I found another means of
starvation.
When every racist who’s ever tried to cause
injury to my person; I didn’t riot.
When I was homeless and faced down in the
snow under a bridge; I didn’t riot.
Eat that for Nordic dinner.
How cool am I? Very. Ha! (A little joke.) My
closest friends tell me that my greatest weakness is that I’m “too nice”, “give
the benefit of the doubt”, and “too humble” yet stern.
My friends tell me; “I wouldn’t want to be
your enemy for anything in life”. I wouldn’t want to be theirs. They’re such
humane people who could turn deadly and dangerous. My friends know how to take
down tyrannical empires. My friends love having brunch with the Bushes and I
love that because this is a free America even though we disagree greatly about
politics and what’s happened to America under a wayward Republican Party
dictatorship.
Anger? Please. The goal to a God fearing
people is to control and harness the injustices, prejudices and cruelty through
stern kindness, astuteness of the soul and honor in creating justice.
I’m a proud American to say this: I’ve not
once rioted nor peacefully demonstrated in America because I place others above
myself. I believe in this concept of free trade and enterprise.
How silly of me?
I thought humans were genuinely good. I look
at babies and I think; what a lie; humans are born hateful and murderous machines.
God fearing! Yes, Sir!!!
*) No, I don’t need to read erotica to feel
fulfilled in my sensuality and sexuality as a woman. As a matter of fact I
don’t show off my cleavage or read erotica because our American women and girls
are battling the fight of their lives here on the ground. Our little girls are
sold here on the streets of Minneapolis as commodities and our women get raped.
Go sell it to someone else. I, too, have a dream.
Americans wouldn’t know how to begin to talk
about sexuality even if it were a subject open for discussion. Please.
September 14, 2012
Silence.
Happy Friday!
Aloha.
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Shall we dance? Yes!!!
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CORRECTIONS WERE MADE.
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I’m not a politician nor do I care to be one.
I’m a professional artist and that’s my job.
I’m first and foremost an American citizen.
I can say anything that I very well damn
please!!!
I’m not a public figure nor do I care to be
one.
I’m not a role model nor do I care to be one,
although others tell me that I am.
I’m not a celebrity nor do I care to be one.
I’m not a political expert nor do I care to
be one.
I’m definitely NOT some violent poser out on
the streets of Benghazi murdering Americans.
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Our American family is made up of both
Muslims and Jews. Period!
As Americans we’re aware of the great
sacrifices that are made by Americans for other Nations throughout the globe
because other Nations’ governments can’t take care of their people. Period.
As Americans we’d love to build new schools
with the 1 billion (plus some) dollars that goes into foreign aid for Egypt.
Please. Who do you think you are as hooligans rioting on public streets? Shame
on you! Allah must be so disgusted by your violent behavior.
As Americans we’d love to see all those
billions-of-billions of dollars that go into Israel be spent here on our
education, homelessness and poverty. Please. Who do you think you are as
hooligans rioting on public streets? Shame on you! Yahweh must be so disgusted
by your violent behavior.
Don’t lie to us.
Don’t sell it to us.
I won’t be quiet nor careful about what I say
as an American citizen on the ground; damn it!!! 9/11 is over!!!
I’ve watched our Americans starve for two decades,
living out of their cars and in abandoned buildings, barely finding any food,
barely getting a proper education and I’ve been watching for a decade our
service men and women coming home in body bags.
You know where you can shove it.
Don’t sell it to us.
Who do you think you are?
I know exactly who I am and I’m not rioting
on public city streets.
I won’t be quiet because I haven’t murdered
anyone.
I’m innocent as an American citizen.
I won’t be quiet because as an American woman
I’ve first hand have witnessed the sacrifices, the suffering and the tragedy of
this American Nation. Please. Go suck on a tit.
Don’t lie to us!!!
I’m privileged to information from experts in
their perspective fields.
If the Middle East, Africa and Israel wants
to burn down their cities and be mad about what’s happening to them then let
them eat fire, but what I won’t stand by, is, for the Jewish and Muslim double
standards when our good hardworking American People give both money away for
free and sacrifice their freedoms here upon our soil.
What I won’t stand for is the insult that is
the Middle East, Africa and Israel at this moment. How dare you call yourselves
God fearing men? I know Allah. I know God. I walk in the light. Please.
How dare you think that the American People
are going to roll over and feel bad about the Middle East, Africa and Israel
when the Middle East, Africa and Israel doesn’t know how to peacefully
demonstrate? When they’ve left our good American people to starve. Shove off.
Do you know why I’m proud to be an American?
I’m proud to be an American because our
Chicago teachers just peacefully demonstrated in a Union strike this week
without any bloodshed on their hands.
Oh, Benghazi, what did you do?
Why did you murder?
When our American citizens peacefully protest
they don’t go out of their way to murder others.
How dare thee tell The People on the ground
to be careful of our political stance?
I’m not a goddamn politician.
I’m an American citizen, damn it -- who’s endured
a decade of war, volunteering with the impoverished, sick, ill and homeless.
No, I’m not Florence Nightingale nor do I care to be one.
Don’t tell me how to think or what to say.
If the Middle East, Africa and Israel wants
to burn down their houses then let them, but mark my words as a female American
citizen, how dare thee think that I’d have any pity for hooliganism?
Don’t sell me on Islam when most Muslims are
entitled and spoiled brats.
Don’t sell me on Israel when most Israelis
are entitled and spoiled brats.
I will speak.
I’ll speak from the mountain tops, if I so
desire as a female prerogative.
I’ll tell you that the entire world’s
misconduct in misbehavior is appalling and that I don’t believe in this present
world’s leadership.
How dare thee call oneself a leader of the
Middle East, Africa and Israel?
The Middle East, Africa and Israel hate its
own guts thus they hate everybody else who can’t be forced into their religious
agendas. Please.
No civilized and sophisticated culture goes looking
to murder, burn down buildings and terrorize the rest of their civilian body.
Here’s a middle finger to all who honestly
think that their violent behavior is excusable.
Ciao.
Gabriela
P.S. Thank you to our troops. We need to bring
our foreign aid funding and troops home!
September 13, 2012
Silence.
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Happy Thursday night!
Aloha.
Peace.
Americans love Allah.
Allah loves Americans.
I’m about to go to sleep.
No, I won’t apologize for a single word I
wrote earlier today. I’m covering some serious ethical and patriotic ground in
literary lessons and thus those very literary lessons stand when it comes to
freedom of speech and expression.
I have so many questions:
*) Are Muslim extremists murderers?
*) Do Muslim extremist terrorists understand
that love means respect?
*) What civilized countries take to the
streets in anti-American ideology when America funnels billions into Middle
Eastern governments?
*) Do the violent, unemployed,
testosterone-filled, Middle East protesters not have work in the morning?
*) Do the Middle Eastern countries that
protest against America tonight not realize that they’re being manipulated?
*) I was taught that no Muslim was to kill
and murder in the name of Allah; have the Muslims forsaken Allah with their
extremist violence?
*) Why are the extremist Muslims so
aggressively-violent in an era of technology?
*) With all due respect; are extremist
Muslims not very educated?
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We have Muslim relatives on both sides our
family and we love them dearly.
We love you, our dear family in Sierra Leone
and Turkey.
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Boys, go home; because America can turn the
Middle East into a parking lot and there are plenty out there who are
advocating in doing so; here’s looking at
you Israel…
All I know is that I know nothing.
I do know that Americans are the leader of
the Free World because in the 21st century we’ve learned not to get
bent out of shape over something on the internet.
Americans aren’t rulers.
Americans are leaders.
Love,
Gabriela
P.S. I thought Muslims weren’t supposed to
watch any visual images with humans in the frame.
Protocol. Don’t give me that. The ball got
dropped hardcore. Either a dunk ball is made or it isn’t. Wow! What happened? I
have people I can ask further.
September 13, 2012
Silence.
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Happy Thursday!
Aloha.
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Shall we dance? Okay.
If we must. I guess. Yes. Okay. Please, don’t look at me like you hate
my dress. It took an hour to iron. Smile. Is it my little shoes? Do you hate my
little shoes? It took a year to save up for this fine pair of well stitched,
beloved and expensive stilettos that I’ve ruggedly worn out through farm fields
while talking to organic farmers about their drought and lost crops.
I’m smiling while we dance, why can’t you? Does anything about me offend
you? Please. Don’t speak. Don’t say anything. You have no idea the sacrifices
that I’ve made to get to this ball to dance even just one dance with a world
partner. I’ve worked for it. Thank you.
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In America; We; The People own the freedom
and the liberty to any mode of expression and speech, yes, even the internet
belongs to the free market, trade and enterprise, thus it belongs to The American
People and the rest of the world.
A pen doesn’t grow two legs and gets up of
its own accord and murders four people out of the blue. Nope. That’s a
universal truth if there ever was one, like music.
A camera doesn’t grow two legs and gets up of
its own accord and murders four people out of the blue. Nope. That’s a
universal truth if there ever was one, like breathing.
Humans, however, will indeed pick up rocks,
semiautomatic weapons, riffles and saunter off to murder others all in the name
of Allah, all in the name of Jesus Christ, all in the name of a mean God.
Please. Don’t sell it to me. Don’t lie to me.
I can’t possibly believe the lie, that, Allah is love nor Jesus Christ is love because some of the most violent people I’ve
come across have indeed been Muslims and Christians alike.
(Prose
form poetry)
Both
religious sectors have violence in common.
Don’t give me that look; for a decade Americans have lived with
“Vietnam II” and “The Great Depression II”.
Do you really think that I’m not aware of our
service men and women coming home in body bags? Please.
{Our family is indeed an American military
and navy family and we’re proud of that fact.}
Generations of men and women in our family
have given up their lives for the very freedom to have me sit here at this very
desk and write the word “fuck” all day
long because that’s my life-given right as an American writer.
I’ve gone Kurt Vonnegut on the WORLD.
“Wake the bloody hell up!!!” Before our last
American freedoms and liberties get taken away by our idiotic politicians who
believe that solutions mean delivering murderous and mean-spirited rhetoric at
National Conventions in front of God and country while taking away amendment
voting rights from The Minneapolis People about their decisions to fund NFL
stadiums all in the name of money.
Where are our civil judges?
Have they all gone out to lunch on this one?
“Shove off!” I tell thee. The whole bloody
lot of you.
Every successful man and woman has indeed taught
me to use the word “Fuck”. Don’t look so insulted. You taught me to speak like
this. You even have - the Harvard graduates - to thank for introducing the word
“cunt” into my vocabulary. Ouch!
I’m an American writer and I was granted the
freedom to write anything because I bring the gift of writing to the table in
exchange for those very freedoms that bring us peace, hope and justice to a
country that’s been used like a lollipop by the rest of the world and our own
government for six decades (60 years).
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Angry?
Who are you calling angry?
I’m not angry.
I’m sad.
I’m sad for America.
I love America; or I wouldn’t so much as take
the time to write about America. I could spend my entire life writing about
flowers and cloud formations. Please.
I stay because my Central American Elders
have commanded me to stay in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
They’ve said to me; “whether you like it or
not; you’re the hope of a Nation because you’re so smart.”
I don’t like it one bit but the facts are
that I haven’t got any power nor ostentatious wealth; I’ve got an intelligent
mind, a compassionate soul, a quiet voice and a healthy spirit.
Thus I write as a gift to all of The Peoples
of the world and no, I’m not selling you on any shitty dreams or products.
Thank goodness for that. I’m not a shallow commercial. I’m human flesh and
bone. Dust to Dust.
All I know is that I know nothing.
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{My family service members haven’t been dying
since the late 1600’s so that America wouldn’t
have their freedom of expression and speech taken away from them due to some
media lie.}
“Shove off!” I tell thee.
I’ve been academically writing for twenty
three years straight. Thank you very much and that makes me an expert at this
writing apparatus. (No, I’m not yet a blogging expert.)
I’m a female adult letting the world know to
get their house in order.
No, I’m not the portrayal of a shallow little
American girl.
I’m a beautiful adult Mayan-Indian, Costa
Rican-American female with the taste of self-picked oysters on my lips, finger
tips and sunshine in my eye.
I believe in you, our dearest America, and
thus I’m sitting here exercising my many freedoms of expression before the
Americans give those away as well, out of fear and ignorance. Please. Please.
Love. Love. Love.
Do you think that I’m not aware of the
tremendous help our troops need once they return home? Please.
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Yeah!
Both Muslims and Christians have found something
in common. Violence, bigotry, hatred and double standards.
What’s that stench in Denmark? Oh, there isn’t one anymore. It’s
coming from the Middle East and America. Wow!!!
Let’s
get real about what there is to get real about.
Don’t tell me that Americans have fallen for
the malarkey to shut down free speech and expression when those are two, of,
some, of, The People’s last freedoms and liberties.
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Really? (I’m not that gullible.)
The Egyptians can’t handle a second rate horribly
made B-video?
No, I don’t believe it.
The Egyptians were at one point the height of
sophistication and Intellectual Mecca. Are you really going to tell me that The
Egyptians are that ignorant intellectually because it’s not adding up?
I watched the B-video last night and it’s
nothing to get upset about. It’s a badly made B-video. So what? Why is our
American media giving this B-video so much power? I thought we were a Nation of
enterprise not sensationalism.
No wonder America is in the dumps when it
comes to making 20 billion bucks. Barely anybody knows how to sell products any
more thus they sell watered down idealisms that are indeed insulting to
consumers and costumers about their outlook on life. Isn’t it enough that
Americans suffer?
What American wants to buy crappy made
products in other countries while they starve and can barely get by? No one.
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If the Middle East; The Egyptian People and The
Libyan People don’t get it (then do so and mark my official words as a writer);
America lives under a Gestapo Nation.
The American People don’t want war with the
Middle East because we have our own politico war going on at home.
Americans are forced to have their penises
and vaginas felt up in airports. How did the Americans let that happen? Hitler
had the same tactics all in the name of hatred for the Jews. (A tear just
spilled onto the page.)
America has cameras all over our cities
spying on our citizens without the citizens even voting cameras into our
constitutional way of life. America lives under police brutality.
America has become an oligarchy. Americans
suffer at the hands of the very rich which only make up 2% of our Nation while
98% slaves away. America is now San Salvador. (Oh, how painful!)
Since America is no longer holds a democratic
means of expression then; where’s the guillotine for our money-grabbing
Oligarchy-Monarchy?
The guillotine isn’t for The People.
I don’t believe in the guillotine.
I believe in a free trial but it seems that our
judges and lawyers have been bought up by the Oligarchs. Pity.
I thought America was a free enterprise
Nation of laws that applied to anyone who broke the law, but even bankers can
get away with fraud and stealing bread from the mouths of our babes.
America tends to whore its children across
the Television to sell cheap products made in China because America loves
incest. America is crazy about incest.
Oh, you think, that I don’t know.
I worked at the Children’s Hospital and
listened to 800 little raped kids talk about the abuse they received.
You think that I don’t know about how family
men and members shove sticks up little girl’s vaginas and daily rape little
boys. Please.
I’m a real filmmaker.
I filmed 800 interviews in one year, alone, in
the year of 2004-2005 with little American Minnesotan kids who’d barely
survived the heinous and atrocious aspects of this desperate and cruel Nation
who keeps selling cheap products with the faces of squeaky clean kids who
probably get raped behind some trailer. America taught me to think like this
because that’s more the reality than the commercial facade.
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Now, if the Egyptians and Libyans are angry
about anything then be outraged that our American families and children are
trapped under a Gestapo Nation. Please.
Who do you think you are?
Our American people go hungry all in the name
of a free world. We, as the Americans have made those tremendous sacrifices so
that the Middle East can have rights and liberties granted to all while ours
get taken away.
Who the hell do you think you are? Peace
loving and God fearing. Please. “Show me the money!” Ha! I love that movie.
Allah!
Don’t give me those murderous cries all in the
name of Allah, because he and I are in great terms even if I were to say; for example; “Fuck
Islam”.
That’s how connected, and with love and in
sync Allah and I are.
I don’t see a bolt of lightning falling across
my desk as I sit here and give you the gift of writing.
I love Islam and I’m free to write “Fuck
Islam” all I want, but I don’t because I believe and love Islam. Why can’t the
Muslims show America love? What have The American People ever done to you?
Please. Love us when this country is full of quiet Gestapo hatred.
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Did you know that as a fact Caucasian
children get raped by relatives while African American children get brutalized
by relatives? That’s why America can’t sell me a stick of gum.
If there’s anything that Americans are damn
proud of, then it's their freedom of expression and speech because my family
who helped discover and who founded the cape didn’t come here and starve for
nothing and to live-out their lives in deadly New England winters with barely
anything on their backs just so that The Americans would chicken out of their
rights early on into the 21st century.
Otherwise, my relatives could’ve of had cushy
lives in Somerset, England and lived out fat and content lives, but no instead
they crossed the ocean blue in the believe that freedom of speech and
expression was everything and it still is everything.
It isn’t expression and art that murder
people all in the name of love. Nope. It’s people with weapons and their bodies
that murder others.
With Agape Love,
Gabriela
P.S.
R.I.P. to our dear Americans overseas. What
more is there for me to say? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I’m not a Television set selling you on lies.
I’m human.
Prayers are with our living brothers and
sisters.
September 12, 2012
Silence.
Happy Wednesday!
Aloha.
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Shall we dance? How about a stoic Finn Tango?
Yes? Yes.
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Stop The Press!
I’m receiving reports from experts in their
fields that this Egyptian rampage is staged by either our American government
or the Israelis (this may sound conspiratorial, but food for thought). I’m told
by experts not to believe anything that’s on American Television!!!
Fear not our dear Americans!
The Egyptian People love The American
People!
The American People love The Egyptian
People!!!
The American People love The Libyan People.
We love The Iranian People.
We love the Middle East.
Peace.
Billions and I mean; billions of American
dollars are pumped into the Egyptian Government, culture and society. Why would
the Egyptians hate the Americans when our children starve and we still support
their local economies as well as the rest of the Middle East?
Americans, we’re not media suckers!!!
Iranians starve under sanctions while the
Americans starve under a Patriot Act. Hallelujah!
This is the land of the goddamn free and I’ll
not stand by as our American government, the Israelis and any other bloody
scoundrel takes us down the path of 9/11 once again.
Are you crazy?
I’ve been informed that 9/11 was created by
the Israelis. Eat that for Nordic dinner.
The American People refuse to harm the
Egyptians, Libyans and Iranians. Please.
Who do you think we are?
Brutes? Hardly!
I can’t believe that the Libyans and
Egyptians can’t deal with one badly informed and bias filmmaker putting out
their crappy product online.
Do you know what the Americans call that?
Free enterprise and if The People don’t like it then we either boycott such crappy
products or we refuse to give it any credence. Please.
Americans may be a lot of things but one
thing that does indeed make us the leader of the free world is that we’re not
suckers about our dollars and our media. Please.
Please.
Go suck on a tit. No, I change my mind. Boys,
go masturbate.
Goodbye.
Gabriela
P.S. Some of the speculation of the 21st
century intellectuals is that the American government is trying to find a way
to either shut down the internet, control it or own it, but guess what? This is
the bloody 21st century and The PEOPLE own the internet and free
word of mouth speech in enterprise.
How about an American middle finger to go
with those greasy fries. (The American Midwest German football tailgating
University folks taught me to extend out a middle finger to injustice.) Thank
you.
This morning I send my love to all of the
Iranians, Palestinians, Libyans and Egyptians. Please. Our brothers and sisters
reside in the Middle East and we’ll not stand for our friends and beloved ones
being used as props nor starved as a cruel cause.
My love to the Middle East; who are indeed
some of the best hosts in the world.
Why would a host under Allah murder its guest
and trash a United States flag? What. They wouldn’t. Please. I love the Egyptians
in ways that you have no idea and they love me. Please.
Umm, can we say investigative reporting?
What the hell happened to our investigative
American reporters?
Did they too get bought off? Please. Go wipe
your snotty noses.
Go crappy online video! Free enterprise is no
different than the freedom of speech!
Shove off.
Mediocre media and its demons.
Can anyone get the fucking facts right. Nope.
Then get the hell out of our way.
Americans have serious and amazing work to
do.
September 11, 2012
“It is easier to conquer than
to administer. With enough leverage, a finger could overturn the world; but to
support the world, one must have the shoulders of Hercules.” - Jean-Jacques Rousseau
“In truth, laws are always
useful to those with possessions and harmful to those who have nothing; from
which it follows that the social state is advantageous to men only when all
possess something and none has too much.” -
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
“Every man having been born
free and master of himself, no one else may under any pretext whatever subject
him without his consent. To assert that the son of a slave is born a slave is
to assert that he is not born a man.” -
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
“...in respect of riches, no
citizen shall ever be wealthy enough to buy another, and none poor enough to be
forced to sell himself.” - Jean-Jacques
Rousseau
“It
is as if my heart and my brain did not belong to the same person. Feelings come
quicker than lightning and fill my soul, but they bring me no illumination;
they burn me and dazzle me.” -
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Happy Tuesday! Truly.
Aloha.
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Shall we dance?
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I, too, have a Dream
About 9/11… I’m not able to write about it.
Goodbye,
Gabriela
P.S. When I speak in English as though I were
a text book; that takes far more energy than ESL-stuttering and getting awkward
with the language.
I can either aim for perfect accent in
English or I can make sense and translate more precisely in awkward communication.
(Sigh.) English. I’ve been considering speaking in complete Latin. Ha! (Now,
that’s funny!)
*) What a horrible driving day!
This morning, alone, Eric and I were cut off
by six well dressed Middle Eastern looking law students at the St. Thomas’s
crosswalk in downtown, Minneapolis; the men crossed the street while we had a
green light straight ahead of us. That’s how our driving day started.
The six Middle Eastern brothers who mostly
stood at 5’6”-5’8” seemed entitled to place American drivers in danger. Yikes.
Those are the Middle Eastern lawyers of the future. I wouldn’t hire them to
clean my toilets. I wouldn’t trust them with their attitudes towards human life
and that’s apparent while walking across the street.
Oh, no!
My M.D. psychology Father tells me that I’m
not crazy. Thank goodness. Yes, he says that I may be sad, angry and
disappointed with America but he also says that I’m not to aim for
perfectionism and goodness when the human animal wants to kill each other off
every single day. Pity. And here I thought we were going to get along and play
nicely.
Oh, Okay.
I get it.
Humans place other humans in peril and danger
primarily because humans are a species that desires to kill their own. Jesus! I
didn’t know that!!! I’m back on track with my lessons now. I must become an
adult and fess up to the fact that humans are haters. Okay. And; I’ve been thinking all this time that humans are good,
kind, compassionate, intelligent, beautiful and smart, but I guess that theory
has gone out the window. Oh, goodness.
Please, don’t sell it to me.
A black man and woman jumped out in front of
my vehicle on the West Bank this morning and I gave them both the middle finger
and laid on the horn for half a block for J-walking and jumping out in front of
moving traffic.
Yes, indeed. Jesus! Why do Twin Cities’
pedestrians want to die so badly by jumping out in front of moving traffic when
traffic has the green light?
Mostly I want to start laughing at the
absurdity, cruelty, thoughtlessness, and ignoramus attitudes of our Elders
J-walking out in front of traffic in America.
Don’t give me, no-none-of-that “Oh, Lord, Mighty Savior” African American gospel
when our African American brothers and sisters haven’t learned the basics in
social contracts. Please.
Don’t sell it to us.
Don’t lie to us.
I care what happens to America and that’s why
I’m a patriot.
I care what happens to the world economy in
fair distribution; that’s why I’m a capitalist. Follow the money as to where it
leads.
I care; because to be phony is to pretend to
care and that’s not my journey.
I care; enough, to raise my hand and dish-out
a middle finger to the Americans for having pedestrian death wishes. (Whatever.)
Please.
I care because foreigner taxi drivers think
that pedestrian-cross-walks are valet parking spaces.
I care because every time an American human
elder jumps out in front of traffic I realize that they hate living. Pity.
Truly.
It’s not phony to care if one truly cares.
It’s phony to pretend to care about what
happens to all citizens but not following through on social contracts only
means poser-dom; the land of the free. Goodbye. With love and a middle finger
to all those who pretend to care about human life. Cheers!
My Dada tells me not to be too good. To rebel
once in a while and if I give a middle finger then explain why I’m doing so.
September 8, 2012
“If people are good only because
they fear punishment, and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.” - Albert Einstein
“My dream is of a place and a
time where America will once again be seen as the last best hope of earth.” - Abraham Lincoln
“I hope to stand firm enough
to not go backward, and yet not go forward fast enough to wreck the country's
cause.” -
Abraham Lincoln
“Lord save us all from a hope
tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.” - Mark Twain
Happy Saturday!
Aloha.
Shall we dance? Absolutely yes!
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Tel Aviv is the Capital of Israel; (yes, with
an “a”. Thank you.) Ha! Ha! Ha! (English as a Second Language.)
Yes, many corrections have been made.
I was academically taught that when a
scientific theory or a hypothesis proves incorrect then scientists must abandon their research and
experiments no matter how much money is involved. When a hypothesis is wrong
then it’s best to fess up to it rather than manipulating the public into a
scientific thesis. The square peg doesn’t fit into the round hole.
In other words: Solar and Wind Energy aren’t
proven environmentally friendly. Bummer!
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Crude oil is “abiotic”, Earth regenerating
renewable resource.
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I love Lou’s in Barnum! The food is incredible.
No hatred in the food.
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My traveling companion and I were ill for
about five hours yesterday after eating at St. Luke’s Hospital’s Café. I
thought I was getting my stomach kicked in. I’m not pointing any fingers nor
being mean about anything but truly I felt like I had been hit by a truck. I
feel that people ought to know for the safety and health of others.
I’ll not go back to the Café even if I’m
starving. I rather eat dirt than take another culinary beating. I had the
vegetable wrap and my companion had the refrigerated chicken salad sandwich.
Food is indeed one of the most sacred aspects
in life.
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Why is America so archaic?
I thought that by the year 2012 that America
was going to have a fiber optic internet networking system connected throughout
the entire country.
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Yes, we’re going to stay with Century Link.
However, we’re still troubleshooting many technical problems. Thank goodness
we’re technical engineers. The average citizen must want to throw their
Televisions out the windows every time signal is lost and the cable shuts down.
How irritating, isn’t it?
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Thank you, Mr. Bill Moyers. Thank you!
Eight million families have been displaced
from house foreclosures.
Oh, America. Wake up, little ones! Wake up!
The artists have been awake the entire time.
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Are you crazy?
I love watching the Twins play ball on the
Tele with my family. We’re huge fans!!! Our rural family and Elders supports
baseball and so do I.
I cringe when I watch the Boston Red Sox and
the Minnesota Twins play against each other. I want both to win!
I’ve yet to purchase a citizen’s ticket
up-on-the-stands and watch a Twins’ baseball game in real time but I’m a bit
shy about traveling in and out of public here in America because either the
food is bad or the general public’s behavior leaves much to be desired because
Americans can be so racially rude without reason.
I can get a little shy, (no, not cutesy). I’m
working through it. I’ve had so many horrible experiences in America that I
leave traveling and exploring to other foreign countries where I’m safer
elsewhere than in America where one doesn’t know what one’s going-to-get as an
Indian the moment one leaves one’s front door.
My friends keep offering fancy glass box
seats and private tours for years but I want to sit with The People and
purchase a ticket out of my own pocket at the gates, at what? $30.00 dollars a
ticket? Yes? Yes. Maybe, in the next 10 years I’ll take in a baseball and football
game when I go back to live-theatre, even though live-theatre leaves much to be
desired.
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Are you crazy?
I love football, but I still haven’t
forgotten that Minneapolis had a stadium crammed down the citizen’s throats by
a Minneapolis Mayor and a Minnesota Governor.
I want my stadium referendum!
I want my stadium referendum!
I want my stadium referendum! Ha!
I want my MTV!
I want my MTV!
I want my MTV! Ha! Cute!
Love,
Gabriela
P.S. I’m wishing you an amazing Kettle River,
Moose Lake and Barnum peaceful weekend.
The Barnum folks are as sophisticated as the
New York City folks. I’ve been studying the Barnum folks for six years now. Ha!
Lovely. I love them!
In Barnum at Lou’s Rustic Diner; the young
and the Elders share the same tables without any weirdness or awkwardness and
they can converse (or not) with each other without making communication a
stigma between the Elders and the young. It’s so beautiful. It almost brings a
tear to one’s eyes.
Today, I’m heading out to the back forty and
shooting a shot gun then later at dusk I’m going to “shoot” with the barrel of
a lens before I lose this magnificent golden light. Yes!!!
I love being at the farm!!!
We ought to helicopter our future children
into the Barnum’s school district. Ha! Just kidding but no, really. Every
Barnum school student gets an ipad or a laptop provided for, by the school
district with the chance to purchase such items at the end of the school term.
Hip! Hip! Hooray! Eric graduated from the Barnum school district and he’s a
brilliant engineer. I’m so proud of his amazing public school education that in
some ways has surpassed my private schooling at times.
A new Moose Lake High School!
A new Moose Lake High School!
A new Moose Lake High School!
Our American education is vital for our
American future. Period.
One can’t have airs about one’s community
when one’s High School buildings are sub-par. Cheers! Food for thought. Our
family pays taxes all over the United States of America because we believe in
America thus we reside in many different places.
*) Why do Minnesotans like cigar burned
coffee?
I’m a Costa Rican and let me tell you, the
Costa Ricans refuse to burn their coffee.
I can’t seem to find a decent cup of coffee in
the Twin Cities and the rip off is that organic coffee is so expensive but it
tastes worse than a decade old stale Cuban cigar.
I’d rather smoke a decade old Cuban cigar
than drink daily freshly made Twin Cities’ organic coffee. I’m indeed a coffee
snob. I’ve picked coffee with my bare hands. I know that the history of coffee
comes with the high price of blood money. Ha! With love. Always, with love. The
People’s money does mean something even if others take it for granted.
September 7, 2012
“The only justice is to
follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and
pity is just, but judgment is never just.” -
David Hebert Lawrence
“Property may be destroyed
and money may lose its purchasing power; but, character, health, knowledge and
good judgment will always be in demand under all conditions.” - Roger Babson
“And finally, no matter how
good the science gets, there are problems that inevitably depend on judgment,
on art, on a feel for financial markets.” - Martin Feldstein
“Above all we should not
forget that government is an evil, a usurpation upon the private judgment and
individual conscience of mankind.” - William Godwin
Happy Friday!
Aloha.
Shall we dance? Yes? Yes.
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I’m so ready to give up on the English
language completely.
I speak English out of politeness for your
sakes and benefits because English is the official language of the United
States of America as it ought to be.
What an incredibly awkward language English
is to maneuver about / around.
English is like sailing the Ocean black
through a horrible night storm; not like sailing the Caribbean on a warm light
breezy afternoon. Truly! I feel so awkward and tired of speaking English when
my brain doesn’t remotely think in such harsh tones and inclinations.
English is like a train wreck of a language
waiting to happen.
Does anything translate? Maybe. Who knows?
I’ve had to keep asking perfect strangers at
St. Luke’s Hospital in Duluth, Minnesota if anything translates. I want to burst
out laughing or into any other language other than English. Ah!!! I hate
communicating out loud but it must be done today because that’s just the way of
the world and traveling in-and-out of medical facilities.
The people at the Medical Arts Building were
indeed helpful even though I did indeed get derailed by a most kind and
complete stranger who wanted to talk “at” me to fill up his time. I hate
getting used as a soundboard by strangers. I’m not in the habit of speaking to
strangers. Why would I be? I’m too Bostonian.
I’ve talked to more lovely strangers today
and asked for directions than I have in years. Thank goodness it’s Friday and
the Duluthians are in great spirits. Oh, those well behaved Duluthians in
hospitals. What’s there not to love?
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Peace. Much love to the Americans. Absolutely
yes!
I’m teaching the Americans through literary
means to grow thick pachyderm skins because we’re going to need thick hides
going into this 2012 Presidential election as well as December 21st,
2012; the beginning of the 6th Earth.
What. Do you think that I haven’t lived this
American middle-class life (and sometimes a nightmare) right alongside with the
rest of you? Please. You don’t know me
very well. (My friends are extremely kind, wonderful and generous humans
thus I must be a reflection of them and, they, a reflection of me. Thank you.)
You have no idea the sacrifices that we’ve
made so that this country could progress forward. I made sacrifices that I
don’t regret but sacrifices that I really shouldn’t have had to make as a young
person.
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I’m indeed
disappointed to find out for a fact that Wind
Energy is not only, expensive, as heck as a natural renewable resource but
also that Wind Energy isn’t quite as efficient as electricity (correction; from
“natural gas” to “electricity”) is for massive community living. (Bummer. I’m
an intellectual and I know checkmate when I see it.)
I’m indeed
disappointed to find out for a fact that Solar
Energy is not only, expensive, as heck as a natural renewable resource but
also that Solar Energy isn’t quite as efficient as electricity (correction;
from “natural gas” to “electricity”) is for massive community living. (Bummer.
I’m an intellectual and I know checkmate when I see it.)
I’m indeed
disappointed to find out for a fact that “clean coal” can and does exist only
if it’s disposed, properly. No
bio-waste is clean. (Bummer. I’m an intellectual and I know checkmate when
I see it.)
I’m indeed disappointed
to find out for a fact that crude oil isn’t even a fossil fuel and that oil
isn’t running out anytime soon. Oil is a natural renewable resource that’ll be
around for at least another one hundred thousand years. (Bummer. I’m an
intellectual and I know checkmate when I see it.)
Crude oil is “abiotic”, Earth regenerating
renewable resource.
I’m indeed
grateful to find out for a fact that oil, can, cost sixty cents per gallon.
Checkmate!
I don’t know what to tell you.
I guess the American people could be the
wealthiest people in the world if only the oil companies weren’t so hateful of
its people and gouged us at the pumps (pimps), I mean pumps. Ha! Ha! Ha!
I guess I don’t know what to say. What more is there to say? Nothing.
Oh, yes! Global warming is indeed a fact. (At
least I got that right.) Checkmate!
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I’m so very disappointed and will become more
skeptical in the future of any presented “green” natural renewable scientific
theories for information. No wonder I’m a pessimist at the best of times.
I’m an American because I’m a capitalist
patriot.
I believe in free trade and enterprise.
I believe that if any green renewable natural
resource costs more in the price to maintain than in efficient output then it’s
not a natural resource worth investing in because ultimately, it won’t be cost
effective, it’ll be irritating to deal with and short lived.
I’m so “bummed out”. (The worst is playing
against cheaters who win without honor.)
Good game.
Good game.
Good game.
Let’s shake hands like Gentlemen do and I’ll
walk away with my disappointments, silently and completely blown away at the
green propaganda machine.
What a sucker I was. I could almost tear up a
little (not literally). I won’t tear up because I won’t give anyone that
satisfaction. I’m not a child. I’m a woman. Why
does America like to see their women cry at the clutches of their lies,
sensationalism and vulgarities? As
if!
Do you know what strikes at my heart; these
“hit-and-runs” we’re facing in our Twin Cities as our youth get murdered by
vehicular homicide. Now, that’s something to go home and talk about and
possibly tear up. Yes, indeed.
I won’t fall for that green propaganda again.
I feel so used by the posers of the world.
“Forgive them for they know not what they
do.” I forgive those who trespass against us.
I’m so annoyed and well... I can’t explain it
to you. What a waste of all of our times.
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No, I’m not bitter.
I’m not even mad but I’m sad (not literally;
don’t worry I won’t cry; I’m not like that); that this great America of ours
ruined my health, monetarily stole from me and called me a “dirty Indian” all in the name of love. Here’s a middle
finger to you, America. Eat it. Why? America endangers the lives and
livelihoods of its citizens. I want justice more than fairness. What’s
fairness? Nothing, compared to judicial justice.
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I don’t believe in the American people
sacrificing and losing their homes to the banks so that bankers could get
fatter on The People’s stolen property while collapsing the economy. What the
hell? What type of bankers are those? Not Americans that’s for sure.
I think bankers ought to go and spend some
time with the very Americans they stole homes from. (You’ll not be the same humans
again. I know that I’m not the same after 23 years of volunteering with
low-income youth and homeless women.)
I don’t believe in the American people
sacrificing and losing their life-savings all in the name of a delinquent
inflated and a bloated real estate market.
I think that real estate agents ought to
build homes for those very Americans their homes they helped steal through an
egotist real estate market dictating market projections and the greatest con
ever played; “bubbles” and market inflation. What a tremendous lie. As if.
Please. (Once you build one home for anyone else other than for yourselves,
you’ll not be the same persons; you’ll actually respect your professions and
clients.)
I don’t believe in the American people
sacrificing and losing their education all in the name of a business that hates
their guts and sees them as dollar signs; the educational economic business
system.
Educators and administrators ought to live on
rice and beans, alone, for four straight years to learn the reality of
education and students as well as the sacrifices that must be made in any
student’s difficult financial positions.
Public College and University Education ought
to be free in America. Period.
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I starved in
America.
I starved for
America.
If I’m an optimistic-pessimist about America
then you’ll do me the ultimate favor in courtesy and with honor; of letting me
sound like a curmudgeon because that’s my female prerogative and not yours.
Thank you.
I could almost give up on America all together.
I almost could. Except for one thing and no it’s not hope. Forget hope. Don’t
lie to me! I get up in the mornings happily to go to work, roll up my sleeves
and work down to the bone for this country for one reason and one reason only
and that’s…
Do you know why forget hope?
My Father hates Mother Teresa and do you know
why he hates her guts, because for a role model she was a woman who led a life
of “quiet desperation” and her interviews indicate so. How pathetic and what a
lie! Don’t lie to me!
Sincerely,
Gabriela
P.S. Hope. Whatever. I’m beyond hope and have now become brains of steel with
a liberal bleeding heart for...
I got my rear end kicked, hard, and handed
over to me on a silver platter and now I have to swallow my pride and start a decade
of research all over again because I believed the lie that is green energy and
it’s wrong information.
Do you know how painful this is to admit, but
I’m also lovely and willing to admit to any wrongs because I want to do right
by all.
My life’s information and great information
at that, which, I can come by, readily and easily, so don’t lie to us. Don’t
lie to us. All I have to do is ask experts in their fields.
I’m falling out of love with America faster
than you can blink because he’s a liar and a user. America, the pimp of
politics.
Progress isn’t made from hope. Nope.
Progress is cut from the same royal cloth as
facts and numbers, science and beauty.
I hate that American-hope seems so empty and
shallow in the shadows of a “green” lie.
I hate America for lying to us about green
natural resources and the history of Yoga.
(Are you crazy? I love ‘Pilates’ exercises. I
follow ‘Pilate’ along to the little videos at home.)
America; the poser-boyfriend. How
unattractive.
I hate America for its rhetorical violence.
We shall not kiss and makeup and stop staring
at my breasts like they’re... Please.
I’m breaking up with America.
I don’t want to date bad American non-factual
information anymore.
I’m considering speaking only to people abroad
and forget what the Americans think, they-think-they-know about facts because
they don’t know anything about what’s happening in our country as it is.
Americans wouldn’t know a fact even if it
made a homerun around Fenway Park. Please.
Don’t lie to me anymore because the last time
I checked on the other side of that massive brick wall, there, stood, Che
Guevara, The French Revolution and I’m sure the Guillotine could be sharpened
to be fit for modern Marie Antoinette politicians, users and abusers.
I hate America’s guts enough to throw a
sucker punch. I’ve come out swinging. Eat it. And like it. How’s the taste of
blood? I know I just got my rear end handed to me. Please. How about a beer?
Nope. Not out on a date.
This blog entry is dedicated to… because he
(no, not Eric) told me to stay truthful about the world even if I make
mistakes, I’m imperfect and get misinformation from mass sources. Ridiculous.
Sigh. I don’t hate. I’m not like that but I
do love to write with the intensity of hatred; it’s like fuego (fire), like
going “into” character, an alter ego of a writing curmudgeon who lives in the
light of a sweet demeanor and human friendly connection without bragging,
putting on airs and lots of real confidence. Love. Peace. Love. Peace. Love. Peace.
Love. Peace. Love. Peace. Love.
September 6, 2012
“Faced with what is right, to
leave it undone shows a lack of courage.” - Confucius
“Real knowledge is to know the extent of one's ignorance.” - Confucius
“He who learns but does not think, is lost! He who thinks but does
not learn is in great danger.” - Confucius
“If you look into your own
heart, and you find nothing wrong there, what is there to worry about? What is
there to fear? - Confucius
Happy Thursday!
Aloha.
Shall we dance? Okay.
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(Whatever happened to hard facts?)
(Why have Americans become such rude
ignoramuses?)
(Who’s writing all these Texan bogus
textbooks?) (Rhetorical.)
(We love Texas. Our family pays heavy taxes to
the State of Texas, United States.)
(Hello, to our dearest friends and
communities in Texas!!!)
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Fact:
Yes, Tel Aviv is the Capital of Israel.
(Yes,
Capitol spelled with an “a”. Thank you.) Ha! Ha! Ha!
(We
would know.)
(We’ve
stood upon such historical soil.)
(Eric
used to conduct official archeological academic digs in Israel before
archeological digs went-to-hell there and science became monopolized by
politics and one main Israeli quasi-politician academic took over the region.)
Fact:
Yes, Jerusalem is the Capital of Palestine;
(No,
Palestine isn’t a fully formed State under Israeli Apartheid.)
Fact:
Yes, Palestine is under Israeli apartheid like South Africa once was between
their black and white populations in segregation.
(As
of today; this morning Palestinians have no rights.)
Fact:
Yes, gasoline isn’t a fossil fuel. Please!
(Really,
all of the dinosaurs ended up in Saudi Arabia?)
I found out last summer that gasoline isn’t
even a fossil fuel.
(“My” educated Ivy-league-expert-sources tell
me so.) I believe scientists who’ve passed their extensive and difficult peer
reviews in scientific method and factual writings. Proof. Hard facts; equals,
science and math. Thanks.
Fact:
Yes, the Nazis invented “synthetic gasoline”.
Fact:
Yes, “synthetic gasoline” could be made from plastic diaper waste, chicken
bones and lard.
(Personally, some of the most important work
I’ve witnessed in the past two years were by two personal professional friends;
one, a brilliant 1980’s punk Mechanical Engineer and the other a thoughtful
Indian academically trained Chemical Engineering Biologist; (both surrogate
brothers) who were transforming plant and animal waste, lard and grease into
gasoline fuel until their budgets got cut from their non-profit organization
and both men got run off by the idiotic tactics of non-profit politics and
tyrannical governing by a cooperative body without a board. What? Stupid.
Nothing’s more irritating than people who play
at contributing to the world yet hacking progress at the knees.)
Fact:
Yes, indeed gasoline could and can cost sixty cents (.60 cents) per gallon.
Today!
Fact:
Yes, gasoline is a continuous Earth based-renewable natural resource that’s not
running out anytime soon for about another one-hundred-thousand years.
Yes! Have no fear, Americans!
Fact:
Coal can be used to make “synthetic oil” but this process has to be watched quite
closely and carefully disposed off. No waste is clean waste. It has to go
someplace.
Fact:
Yes, the high cost of gasoline is done by special interest groups, lobbyists,
oil companies and the government. How did
they all get in bed together?
Fact: Yes,
marijuana will become legal as a community-based-action-system in a free trade
market; not a pharmaceutical monopoly.
The People have suffered long enough through
excruciating physical pain while making monotonous and costly trips to the
Canadian and Mexican borders for cheaper healthcare options and medicinal help.
Without five proper decades of American
health-care insurance and medicine provided to all American citizens; Indian
herbs and Indian medicinal painkillers have saved the lives of millions of our
American people and our very own responsible organic medicinal marijuana
user-patients as well as incredible organic / non-pesticide marijuana farmers.
(Catch up! Let’s go!)
Please. Americans are in tremendous pain!
Pain that pharmaceutical painkillers are considered wimps by cancer and AIDS
patient standards!
Have you ever sat by the bedside of any
cancer and AIDS patients while they live and try to die with dignity?
(I’ve loved people who were in so much pain
towards the end of their lives that I thought I was going to…)
I have. You can almost feel their pain by
sitting near them. It’s an awful way to die! (That type of horrendous pain
isn’t an honorable death for anyone.)
Fact:
Yes, marijuana was legal at one point in the United States of America until the
American politicians went crazy and became anti-herbal painkiller medicinal
health; all medicine comes from plants. “Doh!” Where do you think medicine
comes from? Do you think that medicine comes from the rocks in your brain?
…Thus now meth, heroin and cocaine (hard
street drugs) have become the favorite past time of the Americans not only
because their bodies actually do hurt but also their spiritual connection to
most everything has begun to fail Americans and thus, “the high” even if it’s a
“runner’s high” continues to manifest and fulfill loneliness. (Runners are some
of my favorite athletes. Careful to make the wrong judgments about what I’m
writing about in poetic essence.)
Americans are constantly in search of a high
to help them forget themselves and the fact that they have to live with
themselves. I think that’s why Americans
are so rude in public… I have theories about their ignoramus state of being as
well as…
Fact: America
got left behind at the beginning of the last century (20th century).
Fact:
Yes, Mathematics, Science and Art have gone out of fashion in America. How does
one know? All one has to do is enter rural small community schools. You won’t
need an expert to spell it out for you, because you’ll witness and come to know
the very harsh realities in building modern academic state of the art
facilities for our students.
Fact:
America’s just beginning to wake up from the shock of WWII.
Fact:
Inmates, cost American taxpayers about $50,000 per year while American-students
cost the taxpayers $10,000. (Gross. Business
as usual.)
Why are the taxpayers allowing for our
Marijuana patients and free-market marijuana distributors and organic marijuana
farmers to sit in prisons while the CIA brings in heroin into the United States
of America? Legalize all drugs!!!
Why mess with the taxpayers?
Our beautiful Mexicanos have died in the name of drug cartels; murdered in
this 21st century drug Holocaust.
When will it be enough?
Aren’t 50,000 murdered Mexicans enough to
make all drugs legal in the United States of America?
What a way to begin the 21st
century, with a Mexican Holocaust south of our borders while the Americans keep
silent (as the Germans did) about our beautiful Mexicans and their devastating
drug wars. Why is that?
If the Mexicans were going to the gas
chambers then would the Americans speak up? 35,000 Jews and others died in the
Holocaust (academically I was taught 35,000 as a factual number for the
Holocaust; I’ve been taught that any number larger than that was created by a
power hungry Jewish system to gain a sympathy campaign to let Israel get away
with almost murder into the 21st century). Enough.
Fact:
Wind and solar power aren’t progressive,
economically conducive or environmentally healthy in the long run for free
trade, enterprise, communities and such.
It’s
a big green propaganda campaign to get you to buy into another American lame
thing with a splashy logo, brand or label across its forehead.
The waste material, alone, to make solar
panels is devastating. How wrong could we be about all of this? What a
headache! I hate political bandwagons.
Sixty cent, gallon of gasoline, please! Thank
you very much!
Fact: The
United States of America isn’t a Democratic system; it’s a Republic.
Fact:
Yes, we’re better off than we were four years ago. We just completed the all
star American dream; bought a beautiful little house and Native land in the
middle of the Twin Cities. We’re spoiled brats!!! Thank you, America! We love
you America.
Now,
to the second part of the American dream, retirement.
Fact:
Yes, facts aren’t debatable by politicians.
Facts are hard numbers, scientific proof by
and through the means of scientific methods and peer reviews. Ha!!!
With Respect;
Gabriela
P.S. I’ve fallen in love with the Moose Lake
Clinic this morning! What amazing facilities! If only the Moose Lake High
School could be rebuilt such as this state-of-the-art medical facility is and
their incredible staff. Thank you for being humane.