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To Tweet or Not to Tweet – The Twitter Dilemma

30 May

Well I finally broke down and joined Twitter.

I’ve always been the type of person to resist new technology, to resist change, to try and keep my life in a nice neat little envelope. Afterall my cassette player works just fine. Why would I want a CD player. My Myspace page was just fine, why do I need to join Facebook?

And here I am again, life, technology, social networking has now advanced once again and I’m faced with the dilemma to advance with it or stay in my nice little nest. It comes in the name of Twitter!

Twitter is a website, where you can “follow” other people’s lives where in brief “tweets” they post about what they are doing, thoughts and snip-its about their lives. A little like Facebook, but more in real time, little bursts or snapshots of life.

Today is my second day and so far I have to say I like it. The problem with Facebook is that it is geared pretty much for only your friends and family. But with Twitter you can follow anybody! I find this incredibly interesting. When I lived in New York City, one of my very favorite things to do would be to sit on the pillar wall outside the GM Building where the Apple store now is, across from the Plaza Hotel, which was on 5’th Ave and Central Park South. This spot is in my opinion the center of the universe. Lots of people walking by. Tourists, business people, shoppers, and every life form known to man passed this location. I’d sit on the wall and “observe”. Like a fly on the wall, I’d watch the people walking by, listen to their conversations, and try to figure out what the person was all about in the 10 seconds it took for them to enter the viewing zone, pass in front of me, and then exit the viewing zone. I found it fascinating!

So far Twitter is providing me the same thrill. I am “following” about 40 people so far. Mostly professional track & field stars who are traveling around the world. Okay, I’ll admit it, female track stars. Not sure how my fascination with track people came about. Perhaps because they all are in very good shape and have hot bodies. ha ha! I’m sure I will move into other areas like fashion models shortly too. I don’t think I will follow movie stars. I’ve never been impressed with actors as I don’t think what they do is anything special. They pretend to be someone else and this to me is nothing extraordinary. Track & Field athletes however in my opinion do, do something special. They hone their bodies into finely tuned machines that perform incredible actions that very few can duplicate. I’m impressed with their determination, training, mental mindsets. As a former athlete in college (Baseball), I have respect for what it takes to be great in track.

So, at least for now, I am officially Tweeting on Twitter and liking it. No-one is following me yet, but I don’t have much to say anyway. Ha! Okay, maybe I do, but it would come across as arrogant to admit it.

Happy Tweeting!

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I Was Once A Great Warrior! Superhero and Problem Solver to All!

21 May

I was once a great warrior! The problem with taking a warrior out of the war is that he is lost.

For as long as I can remember I was great in intense situations. Always the one who stepped up to take on the crises, the danger, the bully, the out of body situation, with a clear head and decisive action! I was good! I was the soldier, the leader who could identify “in slow motion” what was needed and decisively direct others and act myself in a swift way to a positive calm outcome!

I was a warrior! Superhero!

And with the few of us in life who have that metal edge, when moments of being not needed to save the world, called into action, “downtime”!…….we lose our edge! We fall into depression and self destruction. We isolate ourselves, for our former warrior lifestyle was fed by directing others to solve the task at hand, the crisis.

Without the crisis we are very disappointed in humanity. People are weak. People suck.

‘Rambo First Blood’ was all about this. “Back there I used to be responsible for dozens of the best men, and million dollar machinery, back here I am nothing”!

‘Apocalypse Now’, when Martin Sheen was drunk in his dirty little bedroom, and his higher ups came to find him is another good example of a warrior in down time!

‘Patton’, when George C. Scott said, “I’d be proud to lead you guys in battle, anytime, anywhere”!

I don’t have any “larger than life” media type credentials in my past which would distinguish me to someone who does not know me as a warrior, and someone who has “the edge” in life. Other than those that knew me and relied on me to solve their life problems. I was an athlete in High School and College and always won the game with a winning home run or winning sack of the quarterback. I was the one who people pulled into the bathroom at parties for me to solve some issue. I was the one when fights were about to break out would step in and take on or diffuse the aggressor no matter his size or the situation. After college I entered the business world, and I was always the one to tackle the largest, most stressful crisis or most difficult customer. I did the dirty work that no one else wanted to do. In life, I have been the one given the task to tell others their family member died. I have been the one to tell girlfriends and boyfriends, husbands and wives, their significant other doesn’t want them anymore. I have called CEO’s out of the blue and crashed Presidential candidate meetings and had discussions with world leaders and policy advisers of Israel and other middle eastern countries leaders. I have dated super-models, Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition models, Ambassadors daughters, Kings granddaughters, Senators daughters, Professional sports legends daughters, and have lived life like few others!

It has been some time since I was in the “war”, and able to be me! Not a military war, but the war of life. It is like I was captured by the enemy and the enemy has kept me in solitary confinement!

There is no conclusion to the blog post as the journey is not over which only comes in death. Maybe a “war” will rear it’s ugly head and I’ll be called back in action! I can only wish not! For, I believe in the good. The good in people and all humanity. But, I know differently. People are bad for the most part. I wish it were different. Those that have, want more. Those that have not, want more. It is a very ugly want, take, want, take world. I don’t want to be part of it. But I am!

“A man with no purpose, is a man waiting to die” ~ Earth Zebra

I was once a great warrior!

The Cold Starry Eyes of a US President!

30 Apr

You don’t get to see it at the beginning of a new Presidency. It takes a few years.

I wonder what is on their minds? Why the change from wide eyed puppy just found a bone eyes to scanning the room, nodding, cold, calculating, eyes that have seen things that none of “us” get to know or see!

Without exception, all Presidents get this look. Or should I say all US Presidents get this look! Why? What do you know that you are not telling?

I want to know!

Aliens? Secret plots to blow up the Earth? The food is really bad at the White House and you don’t want to toss your cookies in front of everyone? What is it Mr Presidents?

Do some of us want to know what you know? You must feel very, very important knowing what you know that no-one else knows. Do we envy you or pity you? Is this look that you develop a good thing or a bad thing? Lots of questions but unless you walk in the shoes and be a President of the US, none of us will ever know.

Purpose? Is this the look of someone with so much felt purpose, or is this the look of true concern of life and death?

I’d like to be in your shoes Mr President, but only if I can take them off when I want. I think this is it. You can’t take the shoes off.

I am sorry for you to have to go through this. It is a job that you can’t stop, escape, have a weekend away from it. It must be incredibly imprisoning!

So, when you look out among your country Mr Presidents, there is one person who understands.

Earth Zebra

Minding My Own Business ALWAYS!

1 Apr

The problem with suggesting to someone an area of their lives which could be improved upon is that we all live in different existences!

While I travel the world seeing something in one particular way, others see it in a completely different color! I see blue, they see pink. I see the grass as plenty green, others see it as greener on the other side of the fence. I think it’s crystal clear, but somehow they are confused. The words that I hear, the conclusions I come to most likely and almost always are never identical to someone else.

Do you see a duck or a rabbit?

This past week, I suggest to some family members that it would be nice if they spent more time with another and were more in-tune with that persons life!

Boom! Atomic bomb!

Well now, I saw them as being “self-absorbed” into their own lives, it was crystal clear to me they are ignoring people who they should be closer too! A little more time, a phone call, just being in-tune with what is happening in that other persons life.

So, apparently this is a bad thing to suggest. They have taken “the messenger”, ME, and gone into attack mode! Whenever someone does not like the message they are hearing, and they have HUGE EGO’S, the classic self defense mode is to try and discredit the messenger!

Well, never again will I share my observations, or certainly think that others have the maturity to receive the observation without going off the deep end!

Moral of the lesson:

“Mind your own business, ALWAYS, no matter how close you think you are to the person”! ~ Earth Zebra

It is alright. I am far wiser for the lesson. I have a very clear picture of the way others think, levels of respect, kindness in their hearts, insecurities they have within themselves, and most of all, the character of their being!

Life’s path is not about the brief moment. One must always look at the larger picture. The old saying of “life is a journey” is so very true. While some see only what is in front of their nose, I have always been the type of person to see each moment only as one stepping stone on the long path of life.

To expect others to be able to lift their heads and notice that the road continues on far ahead is not to be expected. To assume others can see the long road is asking too much of them.

And so I take another step with head up and eyes looking forward!

Tarzan is a very fickle pickle!

24 Mar

“Fickle”? Who made up this word! It’s a funny word. Fickle rhymes with Pickle, Tickle, and Smickle. My point? Zippo, Nadda, just a funny word and relevant to this blog post!

It is defined from Marriam-Webster dictionary as:

Fick·le
adj \ˈfi-kəl\
Definition of FICKLE
: marked by lack of steadfastness, constancy, or stability : given to erratic changeableness
— fick·le·ness noun
— fick·ly \ˈfi-k(ə-)lē\ adverb

So how in the world does Tarzan become a Fickle Pickle and why?

One thing you know about Tarzan is he is a very, very sensitive person. He likes to live in the forest, among non-humans because in his early upbringing he was made fun of. He learned that at an early age he was better off acting like a fickle pickle. So then after, Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle, has lived his life pushing others away like a fickle pickle!

So for any of you potential Jane’s out there, you must must realize it is not personal. However, anytime anyone has ever said “it is not personal” to me, IT USUALLY ALWAYS IS! Of course it is personal! All of life is personal!

“Every action and decision you make in life, effects 10 other people” ~ Earth Zebra

People who are fickle pickles are very selfish souls. They feed off of others coming towards them, and think nothing of when they swing back into the forest without even a goodbye. But be sure, they did not swing too far, as they like to listen and see if they can hear any tearful, “where are you Tarzan” calling out towards them! This is their revenge for Little Suzy rejecting them when he asked her to the 6’th grade dance.

A forest is a funny place. For most of us, we live out in open spaces. We say hello to our neighbors, we stay in tune with world events. We open ourselves up to ridicule as all our goodies are seen by everyone. People who live in forests are the same boys and girls who take their ball home just so none of the other boys and girls can play. A forest is a great place to keep secrets. To hide your thoughts, to keep other off balance as a new visitor to the forest eyes adjust to the darkness. A forest is a place where there are loud sounds of ferocious scary beasts!

But the thing about those roars is they are really Tarzan hiding behind a tree trying to scare you so that you think his “forest” is the best forest of all. Nice try Tarzan!

Many “Tarzan’s” live life with the appearances of a normal life. However, it is their heart and what they “give of themselves” to others which make them “Tarzan’s” that live in the Forest. Thus, you don’t know for sure if someone is a forest liver at first glance. Wait to hear a roar in the darkness to be sure!

It is sad that Tarzan is a fickle pickle, for all he desires is a hug. All he desires is to be accepted. All Tarzan wants is little Suzy to say yes, just once!

“To live life in a Forest is to live life hiding from life” ~ Earth Zebra

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!

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