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War of the worlds

Now I know most folks feel that these attacks were the result of a terrorist group that may or may not be affiliated with al Qaeda., but on a lower level, I cannot see such. The Mode of Operandi was almost Navy seal like and seems to have a military feel on the surface for me, but I have not really studied it that in depth. But what I have studied is the history of consternation between India and Pakistan, which for me is the center of what is or may be jumping off in months or years to come.

India has the second fastest growing economy in the world only behind China and historically, has had problems with its Islamic Neighbor with which they share a common border. They have a somewhat lengthy history starting back in 1947 and in the near recent times in 1965 when the Second Kashmir War fought between the two nations over the disputed region of Kashmir. In 1965, India crossed the boarder and attacked Pakistan, which as I have always regarded as a major source of instability since past history informs us that both have threaten to pulverize each other, even if that meant using nuclear weapons.

I don?t want to get to deep on this, however, I would like to offer some food for thought, namely that I feel that the tensions are running deep for these nation states, and since both are very major players in our presupposed war on terror, something may need to be done if we are sincere about stomping out Bin Laden?s folk. What I feel will happen is that Pakistan will begin amassing troops along the border of India, which means they will be taking troops away from its border with Afghanistan and reduce their efforts to rid the region of al Qaeda and the Taliban. India has not seen so much destruction in its financial capital since March 12, 1993, when a series of 15 bombs exploded across the capital, killing 257.

So to make things short, this is a very dangerous situation, and all of this history is the result to me of the British in the region, and over the state of Jammu and Kashmir. H.G. Wells wrote a tale called War of the Worlds and I?m sure many of you have read the story. Although what we see between India and Pakistan doesn?t involve aliens, an alien culture started this via colonialism. Let?s just see how this plays out. Because I wouldn?t be at all surprised if India preemptively attacked their nuclear rival adopting the Bush doctrine for themselves

Bike Lady (10.8.08)

The Fall was just two days in, meaning the South Georgia weather was still crisp with the acumen of summer yet tempered with the animosity of the half moon. It was a great time for, to see the kids running outside and even more so was the sensation of smelling steaks and ribs on the grill, even when around the side of the house chopping wood. It was supposed to be raining but the sky had not yet opened up to poor its blessing onto the earth or to nurture the first shedding of pine needles on the ground. In fact it was the opposite. It was bright and warm and mellow and refreshing. Not to mention, tomorrow Tripp would not be going into the shop and that he would be childless.

The next day, after dropping his son off at school and his daughter at the sitter, he returned home. He could take pleasure in know that his little girl would be spending the night at a slumber party with six other little girls. He knew she needed the estrogen being that each day she was surrounded by her brother and himself and that she was more used to being around them than other women, especially other little girls being that he was a single parent.

The weather men as usual were a day off on their predictions. The inclement weather rolled in like a Hurricane hitting the gulf. It was not windy, but it was dark and the mist of the impending showers were swept in with each intermittent gust. He hurried into the house for he would not be able to clear the last two trees he had hoped to clear on his day with out the kids. Instead, he started to cook: Neck bones with potatoes and cabbage. He know his children would be upset seeing that that was one of their favorite meals among many, but as usual he would cook enough for them to enjoy the following evening.

It was approaching 4pm but to the layman it would have appeared to be closer to six or seven PM. The rain had started to fall and with each ephemeral minute, it began to come down harder and harder. As his food cooked, he stripped and returned to his bed. He pretended that he was on some beach in Antigua and likewise, accepted the make-believe premonition that his shot of Tequila was some tropical drink with a tiny umbrella toothpick on the side. Upon which he dosed off.

He woke up abruptly, not even realizing that he had been a slumber. It wasn't the rain, albeit he thought it was, but rather a knock at his door. He gathered his robe and proceeded to answer. He could not believe that any of his folks would desire to see him in such horrendous weather. But it would not have surprised him any if such proffered to be the case.

Opening the door to his astonishment, it was a woman whom he had seen before. When had seen her, he was either driving out of his drive onto the street either heading out or coming home. Whenever he had seen her, she was either running or she would be on her bicycle. He always recalled of her motions, of her terse yet ballerina like appendages taking her too and from her destinations, which he had figured either home or for exercise. She was grace personified, a stallion in the complexity of Meted, an image that he kept in his mind such to the extent it should be bronzed somewhere and displayed in a museum for she was more than beauty and more than woman she was the molecular combination of elegance and refinement, even when she was running or on her bike. Often she he would pass he would slow down his vehicle just to get a double take of her poise in his rearview mirror and savor her disposition as if a fine wine on his way to his destination.

Trip had never met her formally, but he had waved seeing that they had seen each other often. He was just taken aback that she had noticed him to the extent of approaching and knocking on his door. Add to that that his house was 200 yards from the street up a country dirt and gravel road.

"Hello", he said trying not to act surprised. She was soaking wet and maintained a pair of red shorts and a white T-shirt bearing the mage of barrack Obama. The rain had revealed to him a blue sports bra underneath her top however, he was trying not to indicate to her that he had any admiration for her lithe figure.

"Hi, I know you don't know me, but I see you all the time when I am running."

"Would you like to come in, you are soaking wet, rain got you, guess you don't watch the weather channel. My name is Tripp, Tripp Hughes.

She laughed and extended her hand. "Tara, Tara Jenkins. I know your name. Been meaning to introduce myself but each time see you, you are speeding off in that pick up truck of yours."

He laughed and griped her hand firmly, but not hard. "You make me feel bad and just to think I was gonna invite you in."

"Don't have too I am already in and gonna, you are country aren't you? Nice house, never knew what all I ever saw was that dirt road was back here. You not scared to live back here by yourself?

"Well I have to children, just free from their pleasure today and I am a single parent, but nope, I aint."

"Well, I was trying to make it home but it kept raining harder and harder so I came up here seeing not another house for a while, is this all your land?"

As she dripped on his wood floor he continued. "Yes it is, here let me get you something. Turn your head. He took off his robe and gave it too her. She turned her head as he requested but did situate herself to maintain a glimpse of his nakedness and the appendage that he maintained below his waist. He quickly returned to his room and draped himself with a towel.

"I have some clothes if you would like to change. They aint woman clothes but a t-shirt and some boxers if you like and you can keep the robe. I was cooking so if you like I can show you to the restroom.

"That would be kind of you."

He showed her to the bathroom and returned to the kitchen. "Just give me your clothes and I can toss them in the dryer.

She came out and he was in the kitchen, standing over and smelling his neck bones like an artist would a fine watercolor. She watched him. She liked what she saw. It wasn't his dreds, nor was it his smile. She went back into the restroom, passing through his bedroom to return to where she had entered. She stooped in his front room and admired all of his art. She could tell or suspected that he was worldly.

"You have a lot of art, nice."

Shouting from the kitchen as not to be distracted from his neck bones he returned. "Yep, all them years of living in Africa folk and I got more that need to be framed and displayed. I like this house cause it reminds me of how I live when Im in Africa. You ever been there?"

"No "she said. She walked to the kitchen. "Africa, what do you do?"

He turned around with his spoon still stirring and opined. "If I told you jones, I'd have to kill you."

She laughed and walked into the kitchen. The house was roomy and spacious yet quiet and humble. He placed the top back on his vitals and addressed her directly. She had not changed clothes and kept the robe on he had given her, and the hair; well it was still wet from the rain. He admired her pony tail.

He looked down and said, "I am who I am and if you hate so be it, and placed his lips against hers. He pulled her close to him, and the muscle of her firmness sent ripples up his spine. She did not resist. In his mind he desired to take her to his bed but he could not wait. He opened the slip not in the belt around her waist that kept the robe tightly against her body. There was no blue bra now. His hands gripped her waist and rose upward like the sun in the morning, against her curvature and made their way to her waist and eventually towards her breast. He cupped them equally with both hand and placed them together such that he could house both nipples in his mouth at the same time.

She sighed and at each sigh, he seemed to gain momentum and more confidence. She pulled back and looked down and what she had seen swinging when he first gave her his robe. Her hands began to show his kiss appreciation as she grabbed him. She motioned downward, her mouth against his chest and crossed her disposition back and forth from his neck to his chest. She was brave and no where in her action did she evince any hesitance. With him in her hands, she knew she would be forced to extend her jaw into an uncomfortable position. She let him slide beyond her tonsils with such ease and enjoyed it. She let go and went back to the head of his shaft and ever so firmly pushed her lips together around it. Her mouth had never been so moist. She enjoyed herself and slowly went back down his shaft. She wrap her mouth around his head and used quick movements as she held grip around that monstrous base. She stroked increased her alacrity; for she could feel the veins in his manhood pulsating. She wanted to taste his liquid, but he pulled away.

He picked her up, robe open and slide her on top of him. He pressed her back against the refrigerator and stroked up inside of her until he met resistance. But it did not stop him, he was confident that he would break through and in his mind felt as if he could eventually feel himself come out of her mouth. She wiggles in slight pain and amazement and sheer gratitude but did not waiver. She was determined to work as much out of him as she could take. The concern was she was taking more, much more than she desired physically, but mentally it did not matter. She wanted him and he wanted her and she played out in her mind such occurring over and over again.

Still with him impaled in her he removed her to the sofa and trusted several last times. She felt the warmness of his elixir slide down the inside of her back, and her ovaries ached; not in pain but for more of the same sensation. He laid his head on her shoulder and just breathed. They shared the sofa together and went to sleep. Good for him the neck bones were on simmer.

When she awoke. He was up. He had taken her clothes out of the dryer. She watched and smiled and smiled and watched. .

"Would you like some neck bones?" He asked as the Southern Gentleman he was.

"No thank you, I don't eat pork."

"I placed your clothes on my bed, they are dry now, and I hope I will see you again."

She said nothing and went to his room and got dressed.

When she returned she said, "Thanks for welcoming me into your home as you did." She kissed him gently on the cheek and once more on his lips. She parted them for him with a quick but unhurried darting of her tongue which he was prompt to match.

She continued, "You think it will be raining tomorrow?"

"I don't know lil momma, I don't know but I shole do hope so."

"You are country," she said getting onto her back with a simper and a laugh. He laughed too. But such was only appropriate since they had started out with smiles and laughs. He continued to watch, her legs moving elegantly as she peddled away from him down his dirt and gravel road.

Riddle me this #8

2] Where are we getting the money from for these bailouts and the stimulus plan? Is it from we the tax payer, are we just printing it out of thin air, or are we getting it from China via debt as usual?

3] Why folks hate on me when I talk about Obama?s policy, cant they separate the policy from the man?

4] Why would we risk bankrupting out government to bail out bankrupt companies?

5] Why do we have these weekend meetings and rush these deals through on Sunday night without serious rumination, and think they will be a solution, but trip when they do not work?

6] Why do folks know more about Halie Berry, Lil Wayne, or Barack Obama than they know the constitution?

7] Why are off balance sheet assets (toxic assets) basically of an unknown value and why aint it against the law or criminal not to put all assets and losses on the balance sheets like small business owners as myself do?

8] What FOOL will invest in a company like Citigroup when you only get dividends of 1 cent per share held for 3 years (for Paulson only)?

9] What is commercial backed asset paper, if it aint money, isn?t it worthless?

10] With 20 billion of TARP funds left, will treasury go back to congress and ask for some more loot?

Just a few queries I feel average folks who think should ask unless they dumb fucks. Happy nappy THANKS-STEALING ? me thankful for the white man making me a slave and killing off the Indians. Back Friday. Good Look Ms Williams for stopping by the shop while you were in town.

shoulda, coulda, woulda

Ass backwards, these folk finna buy 100 big ones of Citibank, when they say all is good, everything is fine. I just don?t see why the feds gone buy now, what they said they were gone buy at first, when they didn?t. I just want to say BO, don?t bail out folk when there is no transparency to the assets they hold.

Applied probability of default is all im asking because all these folks is doing is week by week stabilization. Somebody has to restore order ? confidence. Buying bad assets aint the ticket. We got to handle this shit from the bottom. Shit, should have injected loot into the student loans or gave grants of 25K to all small businesses with caps under 250k. But what I know? I just know how to count and make money.

Aint no market for anything toxic, assets included and im talking derivatives as well. Don?t nobody want nothing they don?t know the value of, that?s why I still say Obama, like the rest of the poly-tricksters is stupid ? giving loot for shit one don?t know the value off.

Barack can?t do jack (hands were tied from jum street), for we still gone loose at least a million jobs next year. That?s why I know he can?t keep his campaign promise, what he lied to folks about on raising taxes or giving tax breaks. But the supple are just that and believe what anyone will tell them. That?s why I said Bernake and Paulson was just throwing loot in the wind. And I was right, but I aint saying it just to say I was right ? dumb fucks.

And I aint gone get into the g21 (albeit they say 20). I had to read the word ensure about 22 times in their statement they released November 15^th at the Summit on Financial Markets and the World Economy. Add to that I couldn?t the word should used more than 60. This says to me or really confirms that these folks really shooting from the hips and fail to realize that nobody can monetize assets if we don?t know the value, if any said assets have. Banks will continue to lead the decliners - I say invest in mines and chips (computer)

Common share holders are the critical aspects of a bank but we make these equity injections above the common share holders, and we wonder why they don?t work. Why, because we talking about trillions of dollars and they just making sure folk got enough loot to pay themselves. No wonder things are getting worse - the approaches being used seem to be azz backwards and the answers aint nothing but should a, could a, would a. So Mr. President Elect - hit us with the up and up and dont fall for the okie doke - they setting you up, thank god u a thinker.

coming round the mountain when they come

I never had the chance to met Mickey Leland. But I did work with folks, when I was a Research Specialist living in Southeastern Nigeria working with Africare that had. Congressman Leland founded the House Select Committee on Hunger in 1984 until his death in an airplane crash in Ethiopia.

Both of these men, as the current President elect defined the epitome of leadership, public service, dedication and more so than all else ? intellect. They had a passion for life that showed in the manner in which they were committed to assisting and helping others. On April 3, 1994, as Leland, Ron Brown, then Commerce Secretary, along with 34 others also died when their Air Force plane crashed into a Croatian mountainside. He had gone to Croatia to broker a deal between Franjo Tudjman (a neo fascist) and the Enron Corporation.

I never quite was comfortable with Brown?s death being an accident for a number of reasons. First, in an effort to protect his son from prison, he threatens to expose an Asian fund raising plan operated by the Clinton White House's prior to this trip, which by the way had no Enron reps on board for they took their own aircraft. In addition, out of custom, the White House orders the Air Force to skip the "safety" phase of the investigation and move directly to the "accident" phase. Also strange was that the Croatian responsible for the airport's navigation system was found with a bullet hole in his chest.

No autopsy was performed on Brown after the crash albeit pictures were circulated that appeared to show a head wound that was similar to one that looked like a bullet hole. For it was bazaar that of all the 35 on board, Brown was the only one reported to have had died of "multiple blunt force injuries?. I can?t say that Brown or Leland were assassinated, albeit I think it was some strange stuff going on. Not to mention both of their planes did crash into the sides of mountains: one in Croatia and one in Ethiopia.

I just want to say folk, watch your back, the Capitol Hill and K street cats is some shady mutha fucas. And I will tell you this I will never forget fine folks, and Ron Brown and Mickey Leyland were just that. And I don?t want history to put you in the same sentence with them ever ? never ever. And pleas do watch out for them mountainsides ? they are killer.

actions speak louder than words

As we get closer to that historic day on which the President Elect is expected to take his oath of office, I have started to think about how or what his main foreign policy targets will be. Sure I?m certain that he will deal with the Asian countries located in what many call the Middle East, and that he will have to bump heads with Putin in Russia, but I?m not so sure where he will place the needs of the continent I love so dearly.

I would suspect or hope that the tope two will be Sudan and the Congo, followed closely by Rwanda. We know that genocide is the rule of thumb in the Sudan and has been so for a while. As a national government, all we have done is utter words, phrases and clauses and looked, on purpose the other way. I wonder what is Obama?s plan for dealing with the Sudanese Government and the Arab Janjaweed militias which are supported by Khartoum? Even after a July 30th UN Security Council resolution the Sudan still has yet to meet its commitment to rein in these militias.

I say this for almost 15 years after the atrocities we saw in Rwanda we must not let history repeat itself. I say this for I believe we have not learned our lesson since 1994 as a nation supposedly of moral statue. I was looking for any position papers that he may have written on the Sudan, Congo or Rwanda ? but could not find any (just a statement from 2007). I just wonder if Obama really meant what he said that the United States should support the immediate deployment of an effective international force to not only protect civilians and proffer the delivery of humanitarian aid, but also to disarm militia, or support the African Union troops to do such.

Since this shit started in 2003, an estimated 450,000 plus have died as a function of and disease, and another 2 to 3 million displaced to neighboring countries. I know Obama was hard on Bush for his inaction, but my query is what is his plan, and what actions does he plan to take to support his prose? Yep, the economy needs to be dealt with, as well as issues of national security, but what will he do of substance outside of imposing tougher fiats that target Sudan?s oil revenue or implementing effective diplomacy? I know he has co-sponsoring six bills on the conundrum ? but they still remain words on paper that have not yielded any results.

I?m not saying Obama can really do anything, but he can try. Especially now since we see what did happen in Rwanda, may be starting up again via the Congo. General Laurent Nkunda has actively recruited member of the Rwanda military to accomplish his stated goal to ?eliminate? the militias who assisted in the genocide of nearly a million folks in the Rwandan genocide of 1994. Even using and forcing children to kill in his effort.

So Mr. President elect, you were right to hold Bush accountable for his strong words but non action, just hope you don?t mind if we don?t forget, and remind you, or hold you to the same standard.

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