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Today my nephew, Amos, turned six.
Six years.
More than half way to ten.
I was sixteen when he was born (a baby myself) and he's the first grandchild in my family.
He's the oldest of the youngest generation in my family.
Personally, when he isn't driving all of us crazy with his five-now-six year old shenanigans, I find his entire presence incredibly humbling and reasserts my own mortality.
Though at sixteen I merely considered him to be a squishy baby who seemed to like to nuzzle into my boobs despite them being empty of anything useful to him.
He still scrutinizes me and lets me know every single physical blemish that mars my "perfection". Like I said; he's very humbling.

I went with Mummy (his Granny) to help his parents with his birthday party.

It was a whole lot more fun than I thought it would be.


I'm a paper, television and radio news addict. I like to hear, see and feel what is going on in the world. The Internet news sites are all very nice and informative but they seem so detached from it all. I usually check them in order to confirm a roomer I heard or to read a link someone else found and then I'll skim over the other bulletins that are on that particular website.
Today I was listening to the radio and found myself getting increasingly frustrated with the international humanitarian community (as well as the Israeli one), not with what they're doing to try and help the Palestinians in Gaza and the West Bank, but with them trying to convince Hamas to enter talks... with anyone.

I've come to the conclusion, quite a while ago but I don't remember writing about it, that Hamas has every interest in keeping the Israeli Occupation going and keeping the Palestinians oppressed because the Occupation offers them a "reason" to go on Jihad against Israel and the oppression of the Palestinians makes sure that they keep getting more and more desperate people to go and get themselves killed in the name of what they consider holy.

Hamas couldn't give a flying fuck about the Palestinians, who are currently trying to leave Gaza and are being mowed down by Hamas militia men, because they're not interested in actually helping "their people". They're only interested in creating in Islamic stronghold (which they have) and try and destroy Israel in the name of their aforementioned Jihad.

It kills me that when we go in there, and I have no doubt that we will, the main people to be injured, hurt and killed will be the innocent Palestinians whom had no choice but to stay in Gaza.

Olmert now has a chance to do something in the West Bank. What that is, is also up to Abu-Mazen.

As for the Palestinian organization in Lebanon that fired the Katyusha rockets yesterday, which nearly gave me an anxiety attack, they are most likely being smacked repeatedly by Kalashnikov's by members of Hezbullah for firing at Israel without their authority.
We'll see what happens with that.
I have a feeling that isn't the end of the rockets this summer.

That's how the inside of my head looked today.
Was yours equally grey?

In addition, the genocide in Darfur must be stopped.

וכמו כן, צריך לעצור את רצח העם בדרפור.

Date: 2007-06-18 08:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] antongarou.livejournal.com
About same as usual- listening to one interesting and one semi-interesting lecture, and then making clips for the experiment:)

Date: 2007-06-18 09:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] antongarou.livejournal.com
PS.are you coming to the J-m Pride parade thursday?

Date: 2007-06-18 09:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eumelia.livejournal.com
I want to, but there's other stuff going on that have be dealt with, so unfortunately I won't be able to attend.

Date: 2007-06-19 12:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] warlordkittens.livejournal.com
heh. can you imagine how it feels like to be the aunt of someone who is only three years younger?...
but yeah. it's strange to see those babies grow. there is one baby who was born exactly on my tenth birthday. now she's ten, and me... well. we know already.

and yeah. as i mentioned on lj, i always think we're going to hell in a handbasket.

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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