Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Revenge of the Sith

"Dodging the Apocalypse"? Now that's a blog I haven't blogged to in a long, long time... since , oh, before you were born...

I've been working my ass off, it seems, and playing host, again. But this time it was a visit from my childhood best friend who brought his wife to Hollywood to see Revenge of the Sith with me.
We saw it twice... best of the prequels? Of course... better than Return of the Jedi? For me, yes...
Still have to park my ass and see all six in order (including the Clone Wars- one of the best Star Wars movies!)

Putting it all in perspective, here's a report from a US soldier who got to see it on opening day... in Iraq...
More later...

Friday, May 06, 2005

Jesus Christ does not like Rev. Chan Chandler

This fascist preacher, "Rev." Chan Chandler is excommunicating people from his church for being Democrats.

Read about it here.

He's excommunicating people for not supporting Bush, but says his actions are not politically motivated.

Look- another dumb right winger!

I bet Jesus Christ, Lord, Saviour, Liberal, Hippie, would like to sock this hick in the nose.

People should call this guy and get him straight with God. 1-828-456-6841 .

UPDATE: Amuse Yourself has more ways to reach out to Chan Chandler and share the glory of Christ's message of peace and love, and a handy reminder that his actions very well may get him and his church in trouble with the IRS.

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

I'd never seen this painting before today. Gassed by John Singer Sargent.

RP at work knew immediately this poem that is associated with it:

Dulce et Decorum est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! An ecstasy of fumbling,

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And floundering like a man in fire or lime.

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in.

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. *

-- Wilfred Owen (1917)

* DULCE ET DECORUM EST - the first words of a Latin saying (taken from an ode by Horace). The words were widely understood and often quoted at the start of the First World War. They mean "It is sweet and right." The full saying ends the poem: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - it is sweet and right to die for your country. In other words, it is a wonderful and great honour to fight and die for your country

(From this site's annoted version of the poem- http://www.warpoetry.co.uk)

Monday, May 02, 2005

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Arlington West May 1st 2005

Originally uploaded by Dutchman3000.

Originally uploaded by Dutchman3000.

Originally uploaded by Dutchman3000.

Stopped by Arlington West today, by the Santa Monica Pier. There is a touring version out there right now- you can read their road diary here.
Filled out a form for Sgt. Tyler Prewitt. He was 22 years old when he died.

Army Sgt. Tyler D. Prewitt, 22, of Phoenix, Arizona
Prewitt died September 28, 2004 in Landstuhl, Germany, from injuries sustained in Baqubah, Iraq, on September 24, 2004 when a rocket-propelled grenade struck his vehicle and exploded.
He was assigned to 2nd Battalion, 2nd Infantry Regiment, 1st Infantry Division, Vilseck, Germany.
We need to wrap this war up, and soon.