Archive | February, 2011

One Can Never Know For Sure Which Way Life Will Take Him!

24 Feb

Today was the most important day of my life thus far.

I’ve decided this morning to start an adventure: Live 3 months in a different part of the world, then 2 months back here, then 3 months in another part of the world, and so on, and so on, and so on! South America first, then Italy or South of France second…

I am so very excited!

I am in a position where I can work from anywhere in the world as long as I have good internet and phone access. In today’s modern times I can use my laptop computer as well as cell phone for email communication! As well as use of Vonage phone system to keep working from any part of the world.

I have never married although close on several occasions, no kids, and would like to “settle down”! Guess it will have to wait once again for my around the world tour! It is OK, I think God has a plan for all of us and perhaps my influence upon some other individual some where out there in this world is needed!

My life has been very strange, indeed. I really thought I’d meet my best friend and marry in my 20’s. But that did not happen. For whatever reason my life has taken a completely different path. Would I trade it for another path now that I am here? I think not. I have been able to experience amazing things, amazing girls, amazing life experiences which none of my so called “successful” brothers and sister have not! I feel as a man you are able to wait and live life to great experiences by not marrying too soon! This is me.

So now I embark on a new plan. I now will see wonderful things and experience things I never thought I could! I will now embrace and learn from so many of Earths people!

The thought is pretty awesome! Ok, now scarred. Jump! Leap! But be smart!

Bon Voyage!

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Lara Logan Talks About Egypt Assault Details – American News Media to Blame!

22 Feb


“I sadly now say that I have been for all my career in reporting the “news”, a puppet delivering the “masters” messages! My CBS News bosses used and betrayed me! I should have been not sent there or been there! This is where the blame for my rape should be placed!”

“If a culture like this is to exist in the year 2011 a fence needs to be built encircling it and it should only be observed from outside the bars like wild animals in a zoo!”

THE FOLLOWING AND ABOVE IS A FICTITIOUS ACCOUNT OF THE TRAGIC AND HORRIBLE ASSAULT ON LARA LOGAN, CBS NEWS CORRESPONDENT. THE ACCOUNT IS ONE POSSIBLE VERSION AS I SEE IT HAPPENING SPOKEN IN LARA’S 1’ST PERSON NARRATIVE. THE PURPOSE OF THIS BLOG POST IS TO DISCUSS WHY THIS HAPPENED, AND WHO IS TO BLAME! APOLOGIES AHEAD OF TIME FOR THE RAW, SEXUAL, HORRIBLE, FOLLOWING ACCOUNT OF WHAT MOST LIKELY HAPPENED TO LARA.

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Hello to my fans, supporters, and loved ones,

An especial thank you to all those that have been so supportive of me, and those who have wished me well in my recent life’s struggles.

My name is Lara Logan. Up until today, I was a CBS News Foreign Correspondent. Effective immediately I am resigning this position. Before I give my reasons why I am leaving a job that I so love dearly for many years I think it is important for everyone to understand the details of my assault.

In the past I have always been a firm believer in the right for free speech and peaceful protest. I think it is the right of every human being on this wonderful and sometimes cruel planet. The right to assemble and peacefully voice an opinion is cornerstone for all free societies. Having said this, there are times when “we” western societies misguidedly try to place our own value systems upon other societies, countries and peoples. A good example of this is taking a wild animal out of the wild and domesticating it. Asking it to have human habits and thought patterns. It will always be a wild animal and eventually will harm you.

My tragic event started out with this mindset. My film crew, producer, and security were witnessing what we thought to be jubilant, peaceful, celebration of society taking its first breaths of fresh air in perhaps thousands of years. We could not have been more wrong!

I was just finishing up taping a report when the “mob” seemed to swell to hundreds. What began as a manageable situation soon became apparent we all were in danger. In our time here in Egypt we have all along been called Jew’s and Spy’s from the crowd. Egypt has such an intense hatred for Israel that anyone with western features is looked at as a threat. My entire team was now completely engulfed within the crowd. There was no room to move. Everyone was body to body and the screaming of the mob made it nearly impossible to call out to my team. I don’t know for sure if the mob deliberately planned to separate me from my colleagues and security. I think it just happened. Similar to a lava flow. There were so many people, body to body, any movement was wherever the flow of the crowd took you.

I could sense the crowd was growing more and more agitated that we were in “their space” and not welcome. My film crew was being shoved, pushed, hit, and the camera equipment was being tugged and pulled on. We were totally defensive. My security was trying to keep an eye on me all the while trying to protect my crew at the same time. The men were being especially aggressive to my male crew. In the chaos before I knew it, I was trapped within the crowd and my crew was slowly being pulled further and further away from me. I was in an ocean rip current being pulled out to sea. I found myself in a very quick time span alone to deal with the mob on my own. There was no one there to help me.

All eyes were upon me. Hands on my back, shoulders, and there were so many men all facing my direction that we were all bodies to bodies. I had my arms up, saying to them, “Friend”, “Friend”, “Journalist Friend”. I could see this was of no use. The fierceness in the men’s eyes were that of a wolf pack and I was the one they were hunting. In only a matter of a minute my jacket was pulled off me. My arms flung down to my side creating being almost handcuffed. I was being slapped in the face, dozens of hands grabbing at every part of my body. Within seconds my top was violently ripped from my body, my bra was ripped off, and jacket now gone freeing my hands. I tried my very best to cry out for help. I covered my now exposed breasts to no avail. There were just too many men, too many hands pulling and holding my arms down from protecting myself . My breasts were being slapped, nipples gripped and pulled at, my face was being hit, my arms were being held back behind me. I was defenseless but still pleaded to let me go. The mob seem to only grow louder and louder, “Jew”, “Jew”, “Jew”, “Spy”, “Spy Whore”, “Western Whore” was being chanted. At this time my pants and panties were yanked to around my ankles. I was now fully exposed and naked to hundreds of hands grabbing at me. There was nothing I could do at this point. Too many hands, too many men. Fingers were being inserted into my vagina, and anal. My breast were being slapped, and grabbed from every direction. I was still at the mercy of the mob flow but my pants and panties were around my ankles causing me to trip. In my falling I was picked up off the ground by the mob. I was in their arms face up, legs up in the air. My pants, panties, and shoes were ripped off. I was lowered to my feet and forcefully bent over. I was being raped anal. This assault lasted only a few seconds as the crowd was pulling on me in every direction like children fighting over a favorite stuffed animal. From behind I was entered in my vagina this time. At the same time hands and fingers pummeled every part of my body. I can’t remember at what point my will to fight was lost. I was picked up and raped from the front being held by all fours, over and over. I was bent over and entered over and over from behind. I had flag poles and other objects forced into me. I was at their mercy.

My separation from my crew, assault and rape I was told later, lasted about 30 minutes. In times of extreme situations, time slows down. 30 seconds in a time of incredible intensity seems like 30 minutes in itself. My horror lasted in slow motion 1,800 minutes, or 30 hours if you take it from my perspective.

At a certain point, the human body shuts down. Goes into a protective Coma like trance. Mine was no different. I think after the 10’th minute and god only knows how many rapes, everything became quiet. If you recall the end of the movie Gladiator, where Maximus is floating on his back, aware of whats happening, but it is silent, and he is seeing the gates of heaven, his past, and feels nothing, is an accurate description of what I felt for the last 20 minutes of my assault before I was finally rescued.

I read in the media reports the word “Assault” being used. This is a pretty flimsy word for what I went through. I was brutally attacked, raped, and I wish people would not sugar coat things for this happened in real life. It as not a movie. I can not walk out of the theater and go back to my normal life. Like some can do!

Which brings me to why this happened and who is to blame! Yes, there is blame to be had!

You must first understand as I do now what many parts of the world are like and the mindset of those in those areas.

Lets take the American and Western News news media executives first. They sit in their ivory towers in New York, Atlanta, or London and have no concept as to what real life is. They think the news is a movie. A movie they can twist reality into what they think the viewer want to hear. The people of western societies are being brainwashed, lied to, as to what the reality is around the world! All Americans know about this region is how a news executive dreams up will be the best narrative and get the most viewers. It serves no other purpose than to increase ratings, increase advertising revenue, ultimately power, and money in their pockets. I sadly now say that I have been the for all my career in reporting the “news”, a puppet delivering the masters messages! CBS News used and betrayed me! I should have been not sent there and been there! This is where the blame for my rape should be placed!

This “freeing” of Egypt was nothing of the such. I compare what just happened in Egypt to be the same as a pack of wolves fighting to decide the hierarchy of the packs ranks. It happens often when the Alpha wolf grows old and younger stronger wolves accept the dominant role.

What is not known by the News Media executives is that we are not welcome in the wolf pack private area while they fight among themselves. “We” are seen as a threat to the whole wolf pack. They stop their natural fighting, and then band together to all together fight the foreign intruder.

We never should have been there! The blame for what happened to me lays directly with my superiors at CBS News, the American and Western News Media’s, and ultimately the viewers who have been lulled into a trance by story tellers in ivory towers.

It makes me sick to think about how the coverage of my rape has been tried to be kept quiet by CBS News and hushed up by other main stream media. We do not live in a free society. We in the western world live in a Big Brother, mind controlling, information controlling, dictating soceity!

The people of Egypt while taking my heart away from me, will not take my spirit! The people of Egypt and most in that region do not have the mental capacity to rule their own country. They might get a democracy, but that democracy will be controlled by the “organizers” of people. “One vote, one man” only works when each man or woman is freely able to cast their vote according to their own will. This will not happen in Egypt and no longer happens in the USA. If a group, such as in unions here in the USA, or the Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt, can convince, or threaten enough people to vote in like minded ways, then the individual’s vote does not have an impact on elections. The society is not free.

I do not feel sorry for Egypt or it’s people. It is a backwards people, and country left back in time. They can not be domesticated. They are beasts, and wild animals and should be thought of and treated as such. The attack on me was not the work of a “bad element” as news has reported. The attack on me was done by the entire Muslim culture! If a culture like this is to exist in the year 2011 a fence needs to be built encircling it and it should only be observed from outside the bars like wild animals in a zoo! The world would be a better place without the people of Egypt, the Muslim culture, and the world would be a better place without News Executives! Shame on you both!

Thank you to everyone who has supported me. I will thrive once again very soon.

Lara Logan

Airport Security

18 Feb

I was at an airport yesterday and was “selected” for a full body pat down.

There were 2 lines. 1 was the image scan and the other was the metal detector type. I purposely chose the metal detector line. However, when it was my turn to walk through, I was directed to go through the image scanner. I said to the agent, I’d like to go through this one, pointing to the metal detector. He got on his radio and loudly broadcast “we have an OPT OUT, NEED BODY PAT DOWN”. What? I didn’t opt out of anything you dipsh*t! I said, no, I’d like to go through this one. He said, “too late, you’ve been selected for a pat down”. What?!! You have to be F’ing kidding me.

From what I understood, it is that as citizens of the “free” society we have the choice not to have our inner’s be radiated! Yes, I said it first…you will all have cancer in a few years! Ha! So, I get to stand off the the side in full view of everyone, legs spread, arms stretched out and have a guy play find the salami! Oh he found it alright!

He said that people do have the option to go through either, however if you do “opt out” you will pretty much automatically then be flagged for a full body pat down! What an F’ing joke!

It’s ok, it all worked out fine. He gave me his number and we have a date tonight. NOT! ha ha ha!

Egyptians are nothing more than Neanderthals

8 Feb

Did you see the recent riots in Egypt? What a pathetic display for mankind!

I never thought I’d see in the year 2011 behavior which is no different from when the Neanderthals roamed Earth.

The Egyptian people are divided in their wanting to keep a dictator in power. The majority want change, while a minority wants status-quo. They met in the middle of the street to discuss their differences with sticks and stones. Apparently these Neanderthals take the saying “sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” a bit too seriously! For they came with no intention of using words to settle their differences!

What is wrong with the thought process of these people? How in the year 2011 can so many resort to such a basic form of settling their dispute! Is this 2011BC or AD?

Apparently not a single one of them ever played baseball because they all throw like girls! My little sister could throw a rock better than all of them! No wonder they can’t settle anything! If they had a problem with the dictator, why didn’t they just storm the Presidential palace, or governmental building and take over it. Why resort to going into the streets and beating up on each other, reporters, anyone who looked like a foreigner? What possible good could come out of this tactic? It just makes all Egyptians look very backwards!

Is this the mindset of people of this region? No wonder most terrorists in the world come from this region. They are all back in time. Their brains must never have developed past the Hunter – Gatherer time in mans evolution!

If anyone is looking for a region to test out some nuclear warheads, this region is available for testing to begin right away! The earth won’t miss these Neanderthal people.

But that would be a waste of good man power. Now I know why the pyramids got built in Egypt. Because these people are good for nothing but slaves. They can’t be trusted to think on their own. Look what happens when they are allowed to think…..they turn into apes and attack each other. Instead of bombing them, how about we divide them up into slave groups and ship them off to the smarter countries!

“It is in times of struggle when ‘man’ shows his true character” ~ Earth Zebra

Well Egypt, congratulations! You are this years horses ass group of people! Well done! What a disgrace to mankind you have proven yourself to be!

Utopia Next Stop!

7 Feb

We all go through life searching for that special place where we fit in. This is a place where decisions come easily, people are happy to see you, life unfolds in a way in that no effort is required. This place is called Utopia.

I moved to my current “home” thinking it might be this magical place. I came with wide eyes, a spring in my step, and open arms and mind to everything and everyone that might cross my path. Well, it is not.

Living here has not been a train wreck by any means but it certainly hasn’t lived up to all the hopes either!

As the saying goes, ‘A Rolling Stone Shall Gather No Moss’. Well, I’ve lived a pretty interesting life thus far, as I have “rolled” from one adventure to another and maybe a little moss wouldn’t be so bad. The difficult thing about moss is there are so many kinds. A guy has to be careful and take his time choosing the right moss that is best suited to grow on him.

I know Utopia exists. I know there is a moss patch that is all that I dream it will be. I know kindness, friendship, love, exists on my awaiting moss patch. I know I will find it. Perhaps it is time to set aside all the fears of what I potentially have to lose, and grasp firmly all that I have to offer and can be. There comes a time in everyone’s life when they spread their wings and fly.

Being your future, being all that you dream you can be, being “YOU” is Utopia. It is time for me to be me! Time to roll!

“It is when you give everything up of your past, in that you find your future” ~ Earth Zebra

Bring it on Elk!

1 Feb

One of my favorite things to do, is after work each day is to go into town and do some errands.

It gets me away from the computer and phone giving perspective to the days business events. While I find the grocery store and post office mentally stimulating I usually also try to go for a short drive exploring the area as I happen to live in one of the most scenic parts of the world.

I have been looking for the Elk for some time now without any success. I’m not sure where they have been hiding. I am starting to think that the Elk in this area is some made up story to bring in more tourists!

I FOUND THE ELK! Well, be careful what you ask for because a few days ago me and a Bull Elk almost came to blows!

The day started off as any other day. Work was your normal, call, email, call, email, rejection, rejection, rejection. So my afternoon errands adventure was very much welcomed. After paying double to what the grocery’s should have cost, and checking my mail I decided to head to the South this day towards the mountain range where rumor has it, there be Elk to be found! The roads were pretty clear by now from the days prior snow storm as I wound my way along the mountains. I drove slow so that I could have a good chance at spotting this allusive beast.

Wait, what is that? Is it? Could it? I squint in hopes of improving my vision…no just a big dog. Just my luck. I pretty much resign myself to never seeing any Elk on my days search and even admit to myself that I will not see any in my entire time in my move to this area.

“Just when you least expect it, it will happen” ~ Earth Zebra

The Highway is coming up and my search will be over soon, and then I spot something! Oh my, that’s no dog. Is it a horse? Is it a donkey? No. Yes. No. Yes. It is! It is! It is! And not just 1 it’s about 60 Elk! Eureka, I’ve hit the mother load!

They they are, sitting up on a sunlit hill taking a nap from what was no doubt a morning filled with munching on the valley grass hidden under the snow. Pretty incredible site. I finally found them. I wish they were closer though. Wait, I have an idea. How about I sneak up on them! Hey good ideas! Maybe they will invite me to be an honorary Elk for the afternoon and we can have a nice visit! Apparently I was in the wrong line when they were handing out Boy Scout Field manuals!

So, I find a place to park the car and plan my strategy. To the right of the Elk herd is about 100 yards of trees. I bet I could walk to the far side of the trees and come back to the Elk and never be noticed. Out of the car I go, to be greeted with minus -20C temperatures. Funny, the walk to the tree line looked so much shorter from the car. No stopping now I say to myself, I have been invited for tea by the elk. Camera in hand I reach the edge of the trees and head into the snow. I think to myself, well, if something happens the rescuers should be able to follow my snow tracks. But what could happen? They are just big cuddly dogs with antlers. I continue on.

What I didn’t expect is that in my suburbia world I have completely failed to appreciate the work that a snow plow does and the young chap who wakes me up at 7AM, first light, on snowy days with his snow shovel scraping on the sidewalk. The snow is up to my knees! Oh great! Never again will I curse him from under my covers for now I truly appreciate him and wish he were here to clear an easy walking path for me now!

My plan was to go Davy Crocket on them, and sneak up on the Elk. What I failed to anticipate is that with each step I take the frozen snow on the top breaks and makes a noise that can be heard in 3 counties. Needless to say the Elk know I’m coming from my very first step off the street! No sneaking now. “The barn door is open”, “the boy has already smoked”, and my approach is well known.

The trek to where the Elk are is about 100 yards. I can see where they have bedded down, and apparently there is no Elk bathroom!

When I arrive at the end of the trees I am met with many staring eyes and frankly I didn’t feel all that welcome! There was no tea, no snacks, and no one said a word to me!

And then HE shows up!

The HE I speak of is some young wipper-snapper Bull Elk who no doubt is trying to impress his does. Look pal, I don’t want your does. No need to get all in a huff and have a hissy fit!

After a few minutes of the Bull Elk strutting around and telling his hot doe babes to head over to the other side of the trees I decide to fall back and head back to the road as it looks like that is where the tea party is and maybe I just came to the wrong place.

So back through the knee deep snow I go, and what was 100 yards now seems like 200 yards and when I get back to the edge of the treeline by the street, sure enough this is where the tea party is. Everyone is there and happy to see me.

And then HE shows up AGAIN! Just when the party was really getting going this guy just won’t give up! I guess it is going to be a showdown HIM and ME! Bring it on big boy!

Well, a few things I have learned in life is that you can’t rationalize with people who lack the mental capacity to understand reason. It will never happen, it’s like telling a child not to do something. They will do it just because you told them not to. But this is not a human being so those rules don’t apply here! The thing to do is to give him one of my famous slant eye looks. If he wants to play “blink”, then he certainly came to the right place as I am a former champion!

And so the showdown is ON! HE and ME! Mano ah Mano! Man to Man! (Ut um, ELK to ME with NO HORNS!) I can take him I think to myself!

We each scratch the snow! We each posture ourselves, snorting, blowing snot our of noses! He bugles in a show of dominance! I start singing the anthem song to the Boy Scout pledge! We prepare to go “Game On”!

And after a few moments, it is clear that I will be the winner of this staredown and it comes to an end….I AM THE WINNER!

The tea party then resumes!