Did anyone see last night's 60 minutes? The first part was on the CIA leak case in which the special prosecutor indicted VP Cheney's chief of staff, Scooter Libby, for making false statements and obstruction of justice. The piece more or less centered on the effects of Plame's outing with commentary from fellow retired undercover agents and Plame's husband, former ambassador Joe Wilson.
Though I'm usually on the left of issues, I do agree with certain right-of-center matters such as a strong defense and national security. I think it's totally messed up that W's people fucked over the American public by outing one of its agents and, consequently, putting other people's lives in danger just because someone disagreed and criticized W.
An article in today's NY Daily News quotes Gary Bauer, a former Republican presidential candidate, as saying that Plame's sending her husband on "a mission that ended up in a very real way being used to undermine the President's desires in foreign policy" can be argued that "she sought to 'undermine' the administration". How fucking stupid are these right-wingers?
By outing our own agent, the administration set back the network she established to gain intelligence on foreign activities which could affect the national security of the U.S. When the folks on the hill bitch about not knowing how shit happens because we don't have assets in place, this is a perfect example of why we didn't know since shit got messed up.
Robert Novak and whomever (Cheney, Libby, Rove, Wolfowitz, & Co.) told him should be anally cattle-prodded and publicly bitch-slapped before being sent up for 15 year bid. But knowing how W is loyal to "his people", he'd probably pardon them. It seems "his" people is more important than the American people.
We need a serious presidential candidate in 2008, not another platform partyline spewing schmuck to led this country. We need someone like Arnold Vinnick or Matt Santos from the West Wing, no bullshit, just straight-up fix this country.
W, kiss my ass!
To the Feds monitoring this blog: this is only an opinion as I'm sure you'd want kick the shit out him too.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Tutoring
Last Tuesday I finally decided that I should tutor my nephew because I found out that this seventh grader had the reading level of a second grader. DOH! I had figured he was lazy and bored like most 12 year olds. So, on Sunday, I picked him up and brought him to my place where we had lunch and I wanted to get him in the mood to learn.
I had him do his homework for an hour before I went over the answers with him. I had to draw upon a lot of patience as I went over his answers. Perhaps, he a bit scared of me from when he was younger and I was scarier. But, I get the impression he keeps lying to himself and others. Nevertheless, he guessed at all the answers because he really doesn't understand what's going on. The patience part: as I explained to him how sentence structures work, it totally baffled me that he didn't understand what I was saying. So I tried again, hoping that he's figure out that one plus one equals two and that two minus one equals one. All I got was a baffled look from him.
As the afternoon wore on and I passed up on knowing the football scores, I came to the following conclusions:
1. He needs glasses
2. He needs someone to speak English with him
3. He needs to stop watching Chinese videos
4. He needs to want use the noggin as opposed to obeying commands
5. He needs to have understand what he's reading and fatten his vocabulary
6. He needs to stop going to those uncaring it's-all-about-the-loot Chinese after school centers
Though stressed, I remain hopeful since he's only 12 and the learning curve, though nearly vertical, can be flattened in the next five years.
I'll be ready again this Sunday.
I had him do his homework for an hour before I went over the answers with him. I had to draw upon a lot of patience as I went over his answers. Perhaps, he a bit scared of me from when he was younger and I was scarier. But, I get the impression he keeps lying to himself and others. Nevertheless, he guessed at all the answers because he really doesn't understand what's going on. The patience part: as I explained to him how sentence structures work, it totally baffled me that he didn't understand what I was saying. So I tried again, hoping that he's figure out that one plus one equals two and that two minus one equals one. All I got was a baffled look from him.
As the afternoon wore on and I passed up on knowing the football scores, I came to the following conclusions:
1. He needs glasses
2. He needs someone to speak English with him
3. He needs to stop watching Chinese videos
4. He needs to want use the noggin as opposed to obeying commands
5. He needs to have understand what he's reading and fatten his vocabulary
6. He needs to stop going to those uncaring it's-all-about-the-loot Chinese after school centers
Though stressed, I remain hopeful since he's only 12 and the learning curve, though nearly vertical, can be flattened in the next five years.
I'll be ready again this Sunday.
Monday, October 03, 2005
End of 3Q
September came and went quite quickly and I haven't had a chance to say anything here. As it's the third day of the last quarter of 2005, I'll go through a quick summary:
Labor Day weekend: I don't remember what I did
The following weekend: It was my friend's birthday and she wanted to get trashed. So we got her trashed. With the alcohol coursing through her body, she revealed quite a few things going on in her world: (i) she's been seeing a guy of questionable character and (ii) she was diagnosed as having some pelvic disease. Though I left early that Friday night, I stayed up because I was on the first flight to LA. I'm so glad football season started. Woohoo! The redeye flight back to New York Monday night sucked as I'm too tall to sleep across the entire row of seats. This resulted in another episode of a pulled muscle and/or pinched nerve on the right side of my back. Still lingering to this day.
The following weekend: It was the birthday night of another friend who patiently took care of me when I was completely shitfaced on my bday weekend. He drank enough but wasn't too gone. But drama erupted that night over another matter: a torn black tank top. It's much too complicated to really discuss here. BUT, long story short, the guy was drunk and had a bit of macho pride. He ripped a borrowed tank and his gf got upset. Being drunk, he acted stupid and etc.
The following weekend: I had procrastinated cleaning the apartment since Memorial Day because the heat and humidity weren't conducive to doing a good job as I'd drip sweat on the freshly mopped floor. I had prepped the apartment the entire week putting stuff away to make a session go smoothly. Took me five hours to complete the housecleaning and laundry but I was quite satisfied. I chose to stay in to enjoy my clean home.
Past weekend: I had been listening to Armin Van Buuren (a big European deejay) for some time now, especially Thursday afternoons when he does his A State of Trance sessions. He spun at Crobar this past Friday night from 2AM until 8AM. The first two hours were amazing and the rest was typical late-night club fare. From 530 to 800, it was excruciating as I was so damn tired but the folks that I went with didn't want to leave until AVB was done. Got home at 9AM, showered, did some laundry, did my football thing and then slept for 3.5 hours. Went to a barbeque/open house where I worked the mini-grill (the hostess' bf was on the maxi-grill). Headed out to Chinatown for coffee and dessert before retiring for the night. Got up kind of late on Sunday and was going to head out to Manhattan to check out PastryAuntNY's new crib but a block party was one and folks double-parked on both sides of the street. Since I couldn't move the car, I bought a few bagels and went home to make breakfast and watched football all day long.
Not much has been happening during the week as it's a zombie routine of waking up, showering, shaving, dressing, heading out to work, coming home, eating, read/watch tv/CS a bit and then sleeping. However, the last week was the start of the fall season of shows so I'm kind of excited. I'll be catching West Wing, Desperate Housewives, Grey's Anatomy, Boston Legal, Alias and Night Stalker. Other shows I'd want to see but haven't yet are: Lost, Invasion and Rome. I'll probably find them from the torrents.
Happy Birthday to Deedee (I hope you're reading this). I did call you that day but I was pretty strung out from the flight back from LA so I sounded kind of loopy. Still am.
Labor Day weekend: I don't remember what I did
The following weekend: It was my friend's birthday and she wanted to get trashed. So we got her trashed. With the alcohol coursing through her body, she revealed quite a few things going on in her world: (i) she's been seeing a guy of questionable character and (ii) she was diagnosed as having some pelvic disease. Though I left early that Friday night, I stayed up because I was on the first flight to LA. I'm so glad football season started. Woohoo! The redeye flight back to New York Monday night sucked as I'm too tall to sleep across the entire row of seats. This resulted in another episode of a pulled muscle and/or pinched nerve on the right side of my back. Still lingering to this day.
The following weekend: It was the birthday night of another friend who patiently took care of me when I was completely shitfaced on my bday weekend. He drank enough but wasn't too gone. But drama erupted that night over another matter: a torn black tank top. It's much too complicated to really discuss here. BUT, long story short, the guy was drunk and had a bit of macho pride. He ripped a borrowed tank and his gf got upset. Being drunk, he acted stupid and etc.
The following weekend: I had procrastinated cleaning the apartment since Memorial Day because the heat and humidity weren't conducive to doing a good job as I'd drip sweat on the freshly mopped floor. I had prepped the apartment the entire week putting stuff away to make a session go smoothly. Took me five hours to complete the housecleaning and laundry but I was quite satisfied. I chose to stay in to enjoy my clean home.
Past weekend: I had been listening to Armin Van Buuren (a big European deejay) for some time now, especially Thursday afternoons when he does his A State of Trance sessions. He spun at Crobar this past Friday night from 2AM until 8AM. The first two hours were amazing and the rest was typical late-night club fare. From 530 to 800, it was excruciating as I was so damn tired but the folks that I went with didn't want to leave until AVB was done. Got home at 9AM, showered, did some laundry, did my football thing and then slept for 3.5 hours. Went to a barbeque/open house where I worked the mini-grill (the hostess' bf was on the maxi-grill). Headed out to Chinatown for coffee and dessert before retiring for the night. Got up kind of late on Sunday and was going to head out to Manhattan to check out PastryAuntNY's new crib but a block party was one and folks double-parked on both sides of the street. Since I couldn't move the car, I bought a few bagels and went home to make breakfast and watched football all day long.
Not much has been happening during the week as it's a zombie routine of waking up, showering, shaving, dressing, heading out to work, coming home, eating, read/watch tv/CS a bit and then sleeping. However, the last week was the start of the fall season of shows so I'm kind of excited. I'll be catching West Wing, Desperate Housewives, Grey's Anatomy, Boston Legal, Alias and Night Stalker. Other shows I'd want to see but haven't yet are: Lost, Invasion and Rome. I'll probably find them from the torrents.
Happy Birthday to Deedee (I hope you're reading this). I did call you that day but I was pretty strung out from the flight back from LA so I sounded kind of loopy. Still am.
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