Denunciation
In The Name of God The Merciful , The Compassionate
Once more The American Occupation Forces are confirming their Violation of all Human Rights , International Laws & United Nations Charter . The Occupation Forces Conducted a Strike on the Districts of Albou-Fahd , Albou-Farraj & Al-Soufeya in Ramadi .
The Victims of the US Areial Bombings were 25 Child , it is to be Mentioned that the Reported Casualties are to be 70 Dead & more than a 100 Wounded .
We are Appealing all Establishments & Humanitarian Organizations & on Top of Them The UN , To Stop this Bloodshed & The Collective Extermination Operations Committed against the Iraqi People .We are Crying out for & Urging the Human Conscience to Save the Iraqi Man from all These Crimes Committed against him . The War Crimes against Humanity which are Rejected by all International Laws & Traditions.
Ezz-Al-Iraq Caring Establishment
For Motherhood , Childhood & Handicapeds
General Headquarters
Baghdad - Iraq
17 October 2005
Friday, October 21, 2005
THE AMERICAN PLANS TO EXHAUST IRAQ AND TO STEAL ITS RESOURCES: FACTS AND FIGURES
This is one of the best written articles I have read. This article is representing the Iraqi voice from someone who knows. Please read the article on the link below, it was too long for me to post it here.
Dear Friends ,
This is a highly important article about Iraq written by one of the Intellectual of this country . Every one must read it , to know what is really going on there.you'll find it on the following link.
Please Read it , then send it to the whole world . Help us spread it every where.
Thank you ,
Best Regards ,
http://www.axisoflogic.com/artman/publish/article_19358.shtml
Dear Friends ,
This is a highly important article about Iraq written by one of the Intellectual of this country . Every one must read it , to know what is really going on there.you'll find it on the following link.
Please Read it , then send it to the whole world . Help us spread it every where.
Thank you ,
Best Regards ,
http://www.axisoflogic.com/artman/publish/article_19358.shtml
The Olive Tree
The olive tree has is a symbol of freedom and peace. Its roots go deep into the ground and its branches reach up towards the sky. You have to prune the tree every year for it to produce its fruit. You can take a branch, and grow a new tree and plant a mountain of olive trees.
The tree is life giving.
It produces oil for cooking, your skin, for fire, and for food.
The olive tree dates back to the Egyptian time period, they used it for everything.
People have been killed over olives.
Families have broken up over olives.
When the killing stops
and the families come back together
then the olive tree will represent the peace that is so desires.
Book link: The Olive Tree of Civilization, by John Train:
The ancients knew these virtues and olive oil became a key to their religious and political ceremonies, from the temples of Ra in Egypt where lamps burned olive oil, to the temple of Soloman, where kings were anointed with oil based ointments. Christ was offered a sip of oil on the cross; Hanukah is, at its origin...
The tree is life giving.
It produces oil for cooking, your skin, for fire, and for food.
The olive tree dates back to the Egyptian time period, they used it for everything.
People have been killed over olives.
Families have broken up over olives.
When the killing stops
and the families come back together
then the olive tree will represent the peace that is so desires.
Book link: The Olive Tree of Civilization, by John Train:
The ancients knew these virtues and olive oil became a key to their religious and political ceremonies, from the temples of Ra in Egypt where lamps burned olive oil, to the temple of Soloman, where kings were anointed with oil based ointments. Christ was offered a sip of oil on the cross; Hanukah is, at its origin...
Denunciation
Denunciation
In The Name of God The Merciful , The Compassionate
Once more The American Occupation Forces are confirming their Violation of all Human Rights , International Laws & United Nations Charter . The Occupation Forces Conducted a Strike on the Districts of Albou-Fahd , Albou-Farraj & Al-Soufeya in Ramadi .
The Victims of the US Areial Bombings were 25 Child , it is to be Mentioned that the Reported Casualties are to be 70 Dead & more than a 100 Wounded .
We are Appealing all Establishments & Humanitarian Organizations & on Top of Them The UN , To Stop this Bloodshed & The Collective Extermination Operations Committed against the Iraqi People .We are Crying out for & Urging the Human Conscience to Save the Iraqi Man from all These Crimes Committed against him . The War Crimes against Humanity which are Rejected by all International Laws & Traditions.
Ezz-Al-Iraq Caring Establishment
For Motherhood , Childhood & Handicapeds
General Headquarters
Baghdad - Iraq
17 October 2005
In The Name of God The Merciful , The Compassionate
Once more The American Occupation Forces are confirming their Violation of all Human Rights , International Laws & United Nations Charter . The Occupation Forces Conducted a Strike on the Districts of Albou-Fahd , Albou-Farraj & Al-Soufeya in Ramadi .
The Victims of the US Areial Bombings were 25 Child , it is to be Mentioned that the Reported Casualties are to be 70 Dead & more than a 100 Wounded .
We are Appealing all Establishments & Humanitarian Organizations & on Top of Them The UN , To Stop this Bloodshed & The Collective Extermination Operations Committed against the Iraqi People .We are Crying out for & Urging the Human Conscience to Save the Iraqi Man from all These Crimes Committed against him . The War Crimes against Humanity which are Rejected by all International Laws & Traditions.
Ezz-Al-Iraq Caring Establishment
For Motherhood , Childhood & Handicapeds
General Headquarters
Baghdad - Iraq
17 October 2005
Bob Dylan Masters of War 1963
I am in Italy and last night I was invited over to some friends house for dinner. After dinner they proceeded to put on some music. The guy had an amazing collection! Here he is at 30 years old with Every single Bob Dylan, Donavan, Johnny Cash and more CD's. He had over 1000 CD's mostly 60's American Music.
This is music that I am not used to hearing, that I really know nothing about and the guys started talking about this and that, where the song was written, when and with whom. It took me to an American evening in the 60's while I was sitting in a living room in Italy .
This is a time in our history, where people stood up, I mean really stood up against WAR. What we did in America in the 60's took an effect on the world. The Italians know the songs, and they remember. Now, they wonder WHY aren't we doing it again?
I listened to the lyrics, all of love, peace and no war. I started to wonder on the same thing. I wonder what has happened to our country and our people. Our expenses greatly surpass our income to the point that we cannot take care of ourselves. Our children are without shelter and food, families are sleeping in the streets without the hope of finding a job because corporate America is taking the work to other countries and paying slave labor to cut down on expenses.
How long will we sit down and remain silent? What happened to our fighting spirit?s
I learned more about our past last night, than I have when I lived there! Here is a lyric from a Bob Dylan Song: Masters of
War 1963
Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain You fasten the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion As young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you Even Jesus would never Forgive what you do Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand o'er your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead
The 1960's and Now: Bob Dylan: The Masters of War
I am in Italy and last night I was invited over to some friends house for dinner. After dinner they proceeded to put on some music. The guy had an amazing collection! Here he is at 30 years old with Every single Bob Dylan, Donavan, Johnny Cash and more CD’s. He had over 1000 CD’s mostly 60’s American Music.
This is music that I am not used to hearing, that I really know nothing about and the guys started talking about this and that, where the song was written, when and with whom. It took me to an American evening in the 60’s while I was sitting in a living room in Italy.
This is a time in our history, where people stood up, I mean really stood up against WAR. What we did in America in the 60’s took an effect on the world. The Italians know the songs, and they remember. Now, they wonder WHY aren’t we doing it again?
I listened to the lyrics, all of love, peace and no war. I started to wonder on the same thing. I wonder what has happened to our country and our people. Our expenses greatly surpass our income to the point that we cannot take care of ourselves. Our children are without shelter and food, families are sleeping in the streets without the hope of finding a job because corporate America is taking the work to other countries and paying slave labor to cut down on expenses.
How long will we sit down and remain silent? What happened to our fighting spirit?s
I learned more about our past last night, than I have when I lived there! Here is a lyric from a Bob Dylan Song: Masters of War 1963
Come you masters of warYou that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to knowI can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my worldLike it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly Like Judas of oldY
ou lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's bloodFlows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring childrenInto the world
For threatening my babyUnborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I knowTo talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
This is music that I am not used to hearing, that I really know nothing about and the guys started talking about this and that, where the song was written, when and with whom. It took me to an American evening in the 60’s while I was sitting in a living room in Italy.
This is a time in our history, where people stood up, I mean really stood up against WAR. What we did in America in the 60’s took an effect on the world. The Italians know the songs, and they remember. Now, they wonder WHY aren’t we doing it again?
I listened to the lyrics, all of love, peace and no war. I started to wonder on the same thing. I wonder what has happened to our country and our people. Our expenses greatly surpass our income to the point that we cannot take care of ourselves. Our children are without shelter and food, families are sleeping in the streets without the hope of finding a job because corporate America is taking the work to other countries and paying slave labor to cut down on expenses.
How long will we sit down and remain silent? What happened to our fighting spirit?s
I learned more about our past last night, than I have when I lived there! Here is a lyric from a Bob Dylan Song: Masters of War 1963
Come you masters of warYou that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to knowI can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my worldLike it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly Like Judas of oldY
ou lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's bloodFlows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring childrenInto the world
For threatening my babyUnborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I knowTo talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Thursday, October 20, 2005
comments wanted
Hi,
I would like your comments and input for my new site! What I want to know...is what is it that you want to know?
Do you want behind the scene stories from the ground?
one place where you can get your questions answered through links?
I will not have the time to update news, other sites do that., but I can link to them.
Your comments are welcome!
I would like your comments and input for my new site! What I want to know...is what is it that you want to know?
Do you want behind the scene stories from the ground?
one place where you can get your questions answered through links?
I will not have the time to update news, other sites do that., but I can link to them.
Your comments are welcome!
The Search for an Identity
In the search for an identity my cousin sent me this:
If suddenly and without warning you had nothing to worry about, do you know what the world would began to look like?
Exactly the same as it does now.
If suddenly you had absolutely nothing to be afraid of do you know what you’d begin to look like right now?
Yeah, “hot” as ever.
If suddenly, you had absolutely no expectations you had to live up to and absolutely no one to disappoint, do you know how free you would suddenly become?
The only thing that would really change are your thoughts-
And you don’t need circumstances and other people to help you with that do you?
If suddenly and without warning you had nothing to worry about, do you know what the world would began to look like?
Exactly the same as it does now.
If suddenly you had absolutely nothing to be afraid of do you know what you’d begin to look like right now?
Yeah, “hot” as ever.
If suddenly, you had absolutely no expectations you had to live up to and absolutely no one to disappoint, do you know how free you would suddenly become?
The only thing that would really change are your thoughts-
And you don’t need circumstances and other people to help you with that do you?
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
A welder in Pozzolatico, Italy
A welder. While I was taking my walk to move my body from the computer I saw two human beings which is
unusual in the country in the middle of the day. I asked them if I could take a photograph. They were happy
to accomodate my entertainment needs.
unusual in the country in the middle of the day. I asked them if I could take a photograph. They were happy
to accomodate my entertainment needs.
There is a beautiful house that the man on the left is remodeling. It overlooks the Tuscan Hills and the lights
of Florence. He is tiling the floors, new bathrooms and a new kitchen. To live in a home like this is only
a dream.
of Florence. He is tiling the floors, new bathrooms and a new kitchen. To live in a home like this is only
a dream.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Tuscan Road
This is a photograph of the road I live off of in the rolling hills near Florence, Italy. We have
Olive trees and grape vines, farmers and one small coffee bar. The local market closed a week
ago and the locals including myself are upset because we have to drive to the next town to buy
milk.
ago and the locals including myself are upset because we have to drive to the next town to buy
milk.
The Prince and the Castle
There are a few things that the Italians cannot live without in their homes and one of those things is olive oil and wine. The Pozzolatico Castle store, that is owned by the renowned Count (I call him a Prince), is open on Wednesday afternoons and Saturday mornings. Rumor says that the prince owns all the land in Pozzolatico and more! He has his own carpenter, farmers, olive trees, grape vines and store. He produces his own wine and olive oil.
Today, I went to the Castle to buy some of the famed olive oil and red wine. I walked from my humble abode up the road to the castle. The tall tale sign that visitors are welcome to the castle is when the large Iron Gate is open. As I walked through the gate on the road lined with rosemary, olive trees, random flowers and nicely pruned bushes, I felt like the lost girl searching for her prince. I asked myself, “Where is my prince? Could he be here?” What a dream it is for an older single, divorced woman to meet her true prince, who lives truly in a castle surrounded with tall stoned walls and surrounded by miles and miles of land.
As I enter into the garden and down the nicely landscaped road, I see a few cars parked near a large antique wooden garage door. “This must be where the famed wine and olive oil is!” Grungy looking aged men are hanging around the parking lot smoking cigarettes and holding large various designed glass jars to hold the precious wine or olive oil.
Once inside there are a variety of garden fresh vegetables to choose from and a desk with a calculator and papers rummaged on top. There is another red antique wooden door that is the entry way to the winery. The smell inside is that of the night after a drinking binge in a sorority house.
I asked to taste the olive oil, because I heard that many times they will try to sell you “last years supply” before giving you the new. I tasted the old and I thought, “Ummm good!” and then tasted the new, and thought, “It was picked too early and the taste is somewhat bitter.” I’ll take the old, please!
The wine was not a problem, I had already brought with me a few empty bottles and wholah I have now the red wine and olive oil. The salesman was not the prince. I thought to myself, dang. I wanted to see the famed prince! He was a grungy old man, missing two front teeth trying to keep all the customers happy. The prince was no where to be found. “Oh well, maybe next time…??”
Today, I went to the Castle to buy some of the famed olive oil and red wine. I walked from my humble abode up the road to the castle. The tall tale sign that visitors are welcome to the castle is when the large Iron Gate is open. As I walked through the gate on the road lined with rosemary, olive trees, random flowers and nicely pruned bushes, I felt like the lost girl searching for her prince. I asked myself, “Where is my prince? Could he be here?” What a dream it is for an older single, divorced woman to meet her true prince, who lives truly in a castle surrounded with tall stoned walls and surrounded by miles and miles of land.
As I enter into the garden and down the nicely landscaped road, I see a few cars parked near a large antique wooden garage door. “This must be where the famed wine and olive oil is!” Grungy looking aged men are hanging around the parking lot smoking cigarettes and holding large various designed glass jars to hold the precious wine or olive oil.
Once inside there are a variety of garden fresh vegetables to choose from and a desk with a calculator and papers rummaged on top. There is another red antique wooden door that is the entry way to the winery. The smell inside is that of the night after a drinking binge in a sorority house.
I asked to taste the olive oil, because I heard that many times they will try to sell you “last years supply” before giving you the new. I tasted the old and I thought, “Ummm good!” and then tasted the new, and thought, “It was picked too early and the taste is somewhat bitter.” I’ll take the old, please!
The wine was not a problem, I had already brought with me a few empty bottles and wholah I have now the red wine and olive oil. The salesman was not the prince. I thought to myself, dang. I wanted to see the famed prince! He was a grungy old man, missing two front teeth trying to keep all the customers happy. The prince was no where to be found. “Oh well, maybe next time…??”
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