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5 Years and 5 Days! On the Other Side of HELL!

20 Jan

Pigeon King of the WorldOnce upon a time there was a guy who “had it all” and was “king of the world”…..or so he thought!

This very arrogant chap lived on the most expensive block of the most expensive neighborhood of New York City. The city where dreams come true!

Dreams did come true! In hindsight, they were bad dreams of “How not to live life”, taking control of a very nice young man with wide eyes, and a grand future in front of himself. There was fabulous black tie gala’s, partying with models and the so called “fabulous people” until the early hours of the morning. Elaborate diners out every night were paid for with the sound of a platinum Black Amex Card and the giggles of some brainless twit who was just fed like a back-street whore who didn’t make enough for lunch on her morning shift. The alcohol flowed freely and paying for a $20 dirty martini which was put on a tab, and downed without the slightest flinch followed by 3 or 4 more ordered! Man In The MirrorThis young chaps clothes were all designer made in Italy, freshly polished shoes was mandatory, and shirts never worn more than once before laundering was the way of normal life. His vehicle was a Range Rover, replaced every 2 years with a new one, and his parking garage cost more than most people’s apartments cost or a persons yearly income in many parts of the world. Trips across the country in First Class were a monthly thing, with town cars, the best hotels, and tipping door men and maitre d’s made him feel powerful. It was a life of over-excess, over-indulging, and thinking of himself in a ways only to justify what was ultimately a self-destructing life.

That guy was me!

What happened next was the snowball that had been rolling down the deep snowed mountain for a very long time had finally reached the valley floor. As everyone knows, temperatures in the valley are never as cold as higher up on the mountainside. My snowball began to melt. Like in Frosty the Snowman, first my button nose broke off, then my eyes made out of coal fell out, and finally I could no longer support the weight of my corn cob pipe! I lost it all!

Fair Weather Friend HorseThe apartment was gone, the black card was gone, the fancy dinners were no longer, the models were gone, no longer were my shoes polished, and even the giggling hungry floozies wanted nothing to do with me anymore. I was all alone.

The next 5 years and 5 days had me bouncing from city to city. It started out with paying for a new apartment rental that was half of what I was paying in New York City. The next year it was half of that, and a new city. The following years rent was again, half once more of the previous place and on it went like that for years. Until finally I was homeless living with family and depending on a family members Social Security check to feed me. (Note: You are not “homeless” when living with family….in fact you are “Home”!). I only came to realize this in the last 8 weeks.

God Kill Me PleaseFor 5 years and 5 days, I prayed to God to die each and every night. “Dear God please take me, I have no purpose here and someone else is much more deserving to be on this Earth than I”, I’d say quietly to myself in bed.

For 5 years and 5 days, I attempted a slow self-suicide by eating and drinking myself into a “Pitiful” person. Thanks to my sister for voicing this out-loud one day by the way. While I didn’t appreciate the insult, in hindsight, it was true. I was a pitiful person….285 lbs, black-out drunk every night, binge eating in a drunken stupor, so fat I couldn’t reach my ass to wipe it or tie my shoes.

For 5 years and 5 days, I wore the same 2 pair of jeans, the same 3 black t-shirts, the same pairs of 4 boxers that had become ripped in multiple directions from years of not being able to afford to buy new ones. Food, gas, shelter came first.

For 5 years and 5 days, I wore the same pair of Nike running shoes. I had purchased these shoes at the Nike flagship store in NYC some years earlier even though I really didn’t need them. They cost about $150 and just sat in my closet. The shoes after 5 years, had holes in them by this time, and were worn thin and very dirty looking. The soles had given way to cracks that let the water in when it rained. My grandfather once said, you can tell everything you need to know about a man by looking at his shoes. Mine were the shoes of a Pitiful person.

For 5 years and 5 days, I existed. Nothing more. I did not count in this world or to myself. I wanted to die.

Man of LedgeAs with every fairytale, there is a turning point or crossroads where the hero has to make a choice. It is not a choice that anyone can make for the hero of the story. It is not a choice the hero can make on his own because it is not actually a choice at all. It has to come from within the heart, not the mind. It just happens when you are truly ready. I woke up one day and didn’t buy that new bottle of gut-rot Vodka. I don’t know why not on that day. I woke up one day and didn’t want to gorge myself with food. Oh believe me, the inner voice each day of the last few years said, STOP, but I could not. Each morning I woke up alive and was disappointed God did not take me in the night. I don’t know why that day was different. It just happened. I woke up alive, having not been taken by God in the night, and I wanted to be alive. I didn’t want to be that pitiful person for one day longer!

On the other side of Hell is a new guy….a new me! The 5 years and 5 day journey was a rough one.

I have not had a drop of alcohol in my body since the day before Thanksgiving Day, November 2012. Unless you count the 48 hours it takes to clear your blood system, then I suppose it’s been since the 3’rd day after Thanksgiving! HA!

Since the day after Thanksgiving, November 2012 I implemented an eating plan which consists of eating only things that a person can kill, grow, or dig for. Which means, meat and fish, leafy or root vegetables, and lots of water. Anything that is man made is off limits! In almost 2 months I have lost 26 lbs!

This is me today. 26lbs down, 60lbs more to go to reach my goal of 200lbs. Today I was at 259lbs, and god willing I will be at 258 1/2 lbs tomorrow morning. I think I look pretty good for almost being a dead person just 8 weeks ago!

After so many, many years of struggling to afford even the most basic of life’s needs, aka food, shelter, clothing, healthcare, I received word this morning that I’m about to get something that I’ve worked hard for the last month! It will produce enough money so I can afford to not have to worry about if I can afford to eat tonight as was the case for the last 5 years.

It is in the last 5 years and 5 days I have discovered who I really am. It is in this time of despair, my time of despair that I discovered and learned so much about people, life, and what’s important.

What is HappyI’m going help others who are asking God to die, because I’ve been there. Unless you’ve gone to hell and come back, you can never know about how truly beautiful being alive can be.

Thank you God for not taking me! Perhaps prayers do come true! Just not always how we pray for them, but rather in a way that nudges us towards what our true destiny is.

EZ

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EarthZebra’s Theory of The Meaning of Life and Creation!

27 Aug

Is there life after death?
Are there other forms of life other than on Earth?
Do other Universes exist?
What is the Meaning of Life?

All questions asked for thousands of years by human beings on Earth. A search for answers to “How did we get here?”

Well, I’ve figured it out and the answer is Yes!! to all those questions!

Inside each human body is a “Soul”. Not a human body soul but “your Soul” placed in that human body. You know, that inner voice that talks to you all day long. The inner voice that we have come to know as our thoughts. That inner voice who is the real us, versus the us everyone sees on our exterior bodies! This voice is our “Soul” and the real “Us”.

The human body is only a carrier to our Souls. Nothing more than a borrowed body that we are assigned prior to coming to Earth.

Think of it this way. Let’s say an entire Universe exists way far, far away behind the 12’th black hole, next to the 3’rd Milky Way. This is where all “The Souls” live. It’s a very happy place based on knowledge and learning. A kind place where there are no such things as wars, guns, or mean people. There are no physical bodies like here on Earth. we are all like floating balloons that glow. Or if you ever saw the movie Cocoon, I’d even be willing to go with glowing bodies. #greatmovie Basically we can take whatever form we want.

And as part of our schooling in this far off universe, each of “Us/Souls” are required to come to earth and live here so that we can learn all the things that “We” should not be. Greed. Jealousy. Meanness. Bullying. Spite. Hate. Lust. Lying. And on and on that people on Earth so easily display to one another.

When we are about to come to Earth we are all assigned a body to host our soul. We don’t get to choose the body we get, it is assigned to us by our elders. Sometimes they screw up and get the body genders wrong and that is how people can be Gay on Earth. They are really the opposite sex Soul, just given the wrong Earth gender body. It’s not really considered a problem as the lessons that are too be leaned by our Souls being in an Earth Human body doesn’t have anything to do with sexual gender preference. Gay humans are just as cruel as all other humans.

“Souls” live for a very long time time. Thousands of years. There are new souls and old souls. Sometimes a “Soul” can choose to come back to Earth and be put into a body just as a refresher experience. It has almost become a sporting event or amusement park for “Souls” to come to Earth because it is so funny to “Souls” how stupid humans are. And 70 – 100 years on Earth is nothing when you live as a “Soul” for thousands of years. Many “Souls” choose to keep coming back to Earth frequently to see if they can try to help the bodies here. Other “Souls” don’t want to come back ever, as what they saw on their first visit to Earth was sickening!

I think that when people talk about Heaven, they are really talking about when their “host human body” dies, “We” go somewhere. Well, “We” do! Our “Soul” leaves our temporary host body, and goes back to behind the 12’th black hole, next to the 3’rd Milky Way with the knowledge of what not to be from our time on Earth. It’s not Heaven. It’s not God. It’s home. It is the home where we all live. All the souls.

Earth is not a good place. It’s population of bodies are a very good place for “Souls” to come and learn about the darker side of existence.

I am happy to know that the “Body” that I have been assigned here on Earth is not the real me!

I am happy to know that “That little Voice Inside of this Body” is the real me!

EarthZebra

Does Praying to God Work?

22 Jan

This week I told a friend about my struggles in life and she said she’d pray for me. The very next day, I came up with a very brilliant idea for a new product which is in my area of expertise.

On a side topic, if you are good at something, then you should follow that area and exploit the heck out of it for as long as you can! Well, for the last 5 years, since my company blew up and melted into a hunk of nothingness and sorrow, I have been pursuing a side path which I am not an expert at. Needless to say, last week I was down to my very last $20.

I made it through last weeks struggles of seemingly no hope and have a little time to regroup again. (Thank you Family!). This will be about the 400’th time I’ve regrouped in the last 5 year period. But, I have no other choice. It is my only option. When one path isn’t working, you tweak it, and tweak it, and tweak it, or finally jump ship! Well, I haven’t jumped ship, even though I have tried very much to do so, my mother and former business partner in the company urged me not too. Oh I don’t know, if this new product proves to be my “comeback”, does that mean every time I wanted to “jump ship”, I was WRONG? I guess so. Thank you mom!

For the first time in oh so many many years I am truly excited about something! Yesterday I sang the Jack N The Box commercial song, Jumbaco, Jumbaco, Jumbaco, we love Jumbaco! LOL

I know for sure I have a winning new, revolutionary concept and product. How can I be so sure? Because I was once the very top, top, top, expert in this field! I was the the king! I didn’t invent it, but I took the invention and changed it so many times, with so many patents, that when you are the king of something, you just know it and everyone else does also! Once again, I have reinvented this product!

Back to this blog topic. Does praying to God work? I don’t know what is the absolute answer.

I prayed to god many times during my 5 years of “desperation” and he never answered or gave me what I prayed for. Joel Osteen says, God makes you go through things to prepare you for the great things ahead and works on his own time schedule, now ours.

My mom says she has also been praying for me. Maybe it was her prayers who were answered. I won’t say I’ve given up praying to God, but I have conceded I don’t have a direct line to him. Or do I?

I have not sold this new product, but I know for sure it is revolutionary in the field I am an expert in.

To my friend, my mom, or myself, or all of us combined. I thank you very much! For even if only for the last few days, I have finally had hope and been happy!

I am the expert in this field! It feels so good to BE BACK! I hope!

Jesus Is My Half Brother! Dad Certainly Likes the Ladies!

13 Jul

The thing with my Dad is he has a fancy for the ladies!

He just has a way with women and his attention span unfortunately is very short as he has so much on his mind all the time. This is sad to me (as he didn’t have a lot of time for us kids), but I would not be here if Dad were different. So, I accept it as all the family accepts our Dad for what he is. Our Dad!

Why he keeps choosing girls from Earth is beyond me, when he has the choice of all of the World’s finest Hotties! Other Galaxy’s girls live much longer than Earth’s girls. On Earth they are the most stupid mentally of all planets. They poison themselves with their food supply chain, their medical technology is barbaric, and they are mentally the least advanced of all the Galaxy’s. Earth people are the most violent, angry, unhappy. And thus so, they need the most attentions by Dad and saving! My mom is from Earth, and Dad says I must stay here on Earth, against my wishes to leave and go to kinder, less contaminated, intellectually superior Galaxy’s! Dad says no!

Dad is not perfect, he makes mistakes. Although he doesn’t tolerate them when I make them. Typical parent! “Do as I say, not as I do”!…he always says!

My Half-Brother is a pretty famous guy. The Earth calendar, (Except for the Mayans), is based on his birth and death. I’m very proud of this. It’s kinda like he is the first inductie into the Baseball Hall of Fame of Earth!

Both Dad and me are concerned how the “Catholic Church” has claimed my Half-Brother as their spokesperson! When in fact he hated the Catholic Church. He thought they were “political” and “agenda” driven for their own monetary gain and power grab! My brother was not about any of this! They have tarnished his name, the things he did, and the truth! Dad, me, and all the family is very upset for this organization to profit, and the disparage of the character of my brother.

The hard part with being “in the family”, and I’m not complaining by any means, is we are all expected to follow in Dads footsteps. Well, sorry Dad, I’d like to do things my own way! I want to follow in your footsteps and master of MY OWN UNIVERSE!

I can do it, you have taught me well all these years!

You birthed me hear on Earth, and I have saved and effected many lives in my time here, but now I am ready to take my rightful place in helping others in other Galaxy’s Dad!

What do you have to say about that? I want your support Dad!

Does God Exist? Jesus? Who wrote the Bible? Casey Anthony Trial!

5 Jun

Oh I don’t know.

Can someone please create a time machine and let me climb in it to go back in time and finalize WHAT REALLY HAPPENED!

Lately, I have been blogging about the Casey Anthony Trial. I think she is NOT GUILTY. Most others think she is, although they base their conclusion on emotion because a child died and not the facts that are being presented in the trial.

I’d like to jump into a time machine and go back to June 15 and 16, 2008. This is when the death of little Caylee is supposed to have happened. I’d like to take a peak in my time machine and see what really happened! For I have REASONABLE DOUBT!!

I’d like to go back and see if there was a Jesus. And even if there was a Jesus, does this means there is/was a God? His father? Who is the mother? Are there siblings? Did Jesus have brothers or sisters? Did God cheat on on the of mom Jesus? Was mom Jesus subjected to incest by her dad as Casey Anthony was as the defense claims? Was Jesus a messed up kid like Casey? Telling lies. Living a fantasy world made up in her head? Is the Bible written based on a crazy Casey Anthony, crazy Jesus lies?

Oh I don’t know.

I’d like to go back and see and investigate how the Bible was written. I can only assume in the year 2011 that it was written over hundreds of years by the Catholic church. I don’t think it was written by just one person. I think the multiple versions of the Bible discredit all versions. Perhaps, opposing religions with an AGENDA published these other versions just to create confusion. In any event, the Bible is, whatever version it is so contaminated that it is not “evidence” of anything anymore! Just like in the Casey Anthony Trial!

The so called “Evidence” thus far (June 5’th, 2011), is only being offered by someone (the prosecution) with an AGENDA and not interested in the TRUTH! Very similar to the Catholic Church! Only interested in “their” version of the TRUTH!

“Always look at the messenger to know the credibility of the message” ~ Earth Zebra

Did Casey kill her daughter?

Who wrote the Bible and is Jesus the son of God?

Is there a God and did George Anthony molest his daughter?

All things only my time machine will tell. Does anyone have a time machine for I will volunteer to give it a test ride!

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!

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