Month: June 2002

Here’s some fun filled facts…

Posted on by Eric Brooks

Please note: I’m not Jewish (a common assumption with my last name). I’m stating that for the fact that I really don’t know anyone currently living in the Middle East, and I have no ulterior motives, or vested interest for writing this… I’m just stating some facts. And here is my opinion, it’s open for discussion here… in fact, I encourage it.

Yes, I think it would be lovely if the Palestinians and Israel would work out thier differences, Israel pulling out of the Gaza Strip, and Arafat and Sharon doing the maypole dance together…

Guess what, guys? Do you *really* think that’s going to stop terrorism? Bring peace to the Middle East, which has been a fucked up shithole for centuries? Are you really that naive? Do you think Osama bin Laden even gave a shit about Palestine before he saw his face on a gazillion posters and saw all their support for his role on September 11th? Do you think Israel can pull out of the occupied territories, and Hamas and Hizbullah are “suddenly” going to acknowledge Israel’s right to exist?

Which Came First – Terrorism or “Occupation”? – Major Arab Terrorist Attacks against Israelis Prior to the 1967 Six-Day War. Yes it’s from the Israeli Government’s official site. But these are historical facts, unlike the propagandistic, post 9/11, drivel I’ve seen circulating on MetaFilter … (I’ll find the links later). You’ve seen them: Gory pictures of children missing body parts, captions like “Look at what one of your leftover bombs from the Gulf War did…”

Well, Saddam, you fucking moron. You invaded Kuwait, tried to take over the world’s oil supplies, you were ordered by the U.N. to pull out or else… what did you expect?

But I digress…

I suggest a little more fact finding before sides are taken. It’s a lot more complicated than just a so-called “illegal occupation”. Terrorism is more than just a “last resort” these days. It’s BIG business. Someone is getting rich selling these guns and bombs… and I doubt highly that they’re going to close up shop.

I don’t believe that certain people *want* peace out there. If Israel pulls out of the Gaza Strip, then these people will be strapping explosives on their children for something else…

There was terrorism *long before* the Six Day war…
There was terrorism *long before* Israel was even reformed…

You don’t give in to terrorists. It doesn’t work that way.

“Peace will come when the people of the world will want it so badly, that their leaders will have *no choice* but to give it to them…”
– Superman IV: The Quest for Peace –

The movie sucked, but what a great quote.

Newz & Gossip

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  • South Park Bloggers – Well, you got the CyberPal, you got Faith, you got Batgrl, you used to have Aaron (but he “accidentally” deleted most of his entries. Uh huh.) and now you got Jon Sullivan.Someone needs to assemble these together and make a gallery, so we can make parody flash movies. (hint. hint.)
  • Top secret project – Kare’s got something coming down the pike… so secret she wont even share with me. But what little I heard, it sounds like a great idea…
  • Nico learns you “can’t please everybody”. Shit. I gave up on that a long time ago.
  • Tammie misses Phil. Everyone goes “Awwwww….”. :0)
  • Tracy – DykeWrite – You have officially been plugged. That will be $50.00 please.
  • Intimate details – BobtheCorgi tells all about Mr. Sami. Film at 11.

    • An open apology to my friends

    Posted on by Eric Brooks

    In regards to one of my previous remarks on “Enemy of the State”… the one where I said “I have no friends”.

    I know I should have dealt with this sooner… this has gone though many, many drafts on my desktop, all while the other posts were going on.

    I’ve concluded that the more I say… the worse I’ll make it. To some of you, this will look like I’m just copying and pasting this from your emails when you complained. This isn’t for you. This is for all of the others I hurt that *didn’t say anything* to me. No links. You know who you are.

    Do I have friends on the web? Of course I do.

    I have friends, who were freshly burned by Kaycee, and sent me money to get my kids back, anyway. I have friends that sent us christmas cards, and gifts for the kids, knowing I couldn’t do the same for them. I have friends that listened to me cry on the phone. I have friends that I have shared the most painful, crippling moments of this entire ordeal with… the chapters of the story that will never see its way to a web page. I have friends that knew when to give advice. I have friends that knew when to just listen. I have friends that have *never* cast judgement. I have friends that cut me slack at work when family problems were overwhelming. I have friends that offered me a home on their websites, servers, and comment boxes when I needed a place to let it out. I have friends that have done some absolutely phenomenal things for me and my children, and have sworn me to never tell a soul what they did. I have friends that saw me say “I have no friends”, and weren’t offended…. they dropped me a line to say: “I know exactly what and who you meant by that.”

    That remark was *NEVER* directed at my friends.
    We’re going to leave it at that.

    *You* have changed the lives of a family you may or may not ever meet. You need to know that. You need to know what you’ve done with your random acts of kindness and friendship. You need to know all you’ve done for me.

    And *you* need to know that *I* know it too.
    It may seem at times that I forgot all that, but I never did.

    I am alone right now.

    Not as a wounded puppy afraid to limp out into the sunlight again.
    I am alone by choice.
    It is the driving force at the core of my being.
    It’s who I am.
    I would have never found it again if it weren’t for my friends.
    This is not so much an apology as much as it is an acknowlegment, a “thank you” to you…
    …my friends.

    For I am truly blessed, and sometimes wonder what I ever did to deserve any of you.

    Now enough of this “reality” bullshit, y’all… I’m gonna have a good time anyway! ;0)

    The truth about boys, Uhm, I mean MEN…

    Posted on by Eric Brooks

    I posted this really frisky dream I had last night in someone’s comments section. Of course, not here… you’d have to know where to look.

    Not that you *care*… I’m just saying. :0)

    I would also like to add to the ongoing discussion, and confirm Miss Smarty pants’ allegation that men “stalk” too…

    We sure do BAY-BEE!

  • I can’t tell you how many times my “Little Black Book” had numbers from girls whom I overheard giving it out to someone else, then I had to come up with some clever answer when they asked how I got their number…
  • Or how many times I’d take an alternate route home from school, for the sole purpose of following a girl (that usually didn’t even know I was alive) home…
  • Or my explaining to my boss that I was an hour and a half late because of “train problems” (which the “problem” entailed me getting off at a different stop, because that’s where a real cutie went..)

    • See? Sure us guys are generally dumb as posts… but we have our tactics too. :0)

    (*My apologies to any males who feel this is, in any way of a “betrayal”, giving out some of our tricks… but “wimmenkind” think we’re “totally dense” and, I’m trying to correct that*)

    In this day and age, maybe “stalking” probably isn’t the best word to use. But there is a *fundamental difference* between a guy following you around, trying to summon up the courage to ask you out… or an emotionally disturbed individual who wants to put your head in a jar of formaldehyde, okay? A *BIG* difference. :0)

    And if Ruth (from the third grade, whom I gave a black eye once) is reading this: I’m sorry…I *really* didn’t mean to hit you that hard, and *YOU’RE* the reason I am obsessed with redheads, baby! YOW!!!! :0)

    Of course, you’re, like, really friggin’ *old* now… EEP!

    An open apology to my “friends” is coming up… I didn’t mean for this to run so long…

    The truth about women…

    Posted on by Eric Brooks

    Here is a *GREAT* blog entry, for us men… also known as “The Dumber Sex“:

    “Men, did you honestly think that you saw us wherever you went due to some oddly karmic twist in fate? NO! It took a lot of hard work and dedication to just turn up when you least expected it, seemingly at random! ”

    Oh, well ain’t *THAT* the friggin’ truth!!!??!!??

    I remember when I used to hang out with my best friend John. He had a studio in the back room of his apartment, we did a lot of recording, or just hanging out.

    A lot of the times I was there, John’s wife, Janet, had a friend over. Made perfect sense. She and her friend, Carole both kept each other company while the “hotshot musicians” played in the back room.

    She also came bearing gifts too… my greatest weakness…FOOD. (I was surviving on ketchup sandwiches at that point.) Trays of it. She was a caterer.

    Well, even with her constantly around… it took “Mr. Badass Guitarist/Singer” weeks to finally get the courage to ask her for her phone number.

    … and it took *years* of marriage to Carole for her to finally admit it was a setup all along! Everytime Janet heard I was coming over, she called Carole.

    So HA! HA! on YOU Tess!!!! I’m blowing the whistle on you and, all of wimmen-kind!!!!!

    They’re plotting against us, guys!!! BE VERY AFRAID!

    And…and… they make you *fat*, so you’re repulsive to other women. That’s how they keep you.
    *PPPPTBBBTHHHHHHHHH!!!!!*

    So, what happened to Enemy of the State?

    Posted on by Eric Brooks

    Hmmmm…
    Basically I mass emailed a bunch of you, let you know what my future plans are. With all of my maniacal ranting, and the CPS court case up for review next month… I don’t think having archives up was very wise.

    Besides, I’m tired of reality.
    I’m tired of doom and gloom…
    I’m tired of whining.
    I’m a doer, not a whiner.

    I wanted to get a little goofy, put up “Rik Havyk’s Funhouse”, kind of like a puppet show for all my pals, if you will.

    Well, most of you are just a tad sick of fake online personas.
    The wounds are still too fresh. Hey, that’s cool.

    I can still see your charred flesh and exposed layers of meat and nerves….

    *stops to finish his eggplant hoagie and continues…*

    So I shut it down. Temporarily.

    I’m not comfortable with people seeing the real me. Knowing too much. Having too much information.

    That’s how I bring people down.
    I can get inside their heads, learn their fears, their weaknesses. Learn how to hear to what someone *isn’t* saying.

    Of course I spoke to kd. She supports my decision, and leaving the door open for me…. the doll that she is.

    I also wonder about the half truths, and the parts I keep leaving out (insiders know it all)… but is that any different from lying? I’d rather say nothing at this point.

    A lot has changed in the past few weeks.

    *Taps the 9″ bulletproof plexiglass walls surrounding the place; installed during one of Faith’s flame wars (Ah! The good ol’ days!)*

    Ain’t nobody getting into this place, bay-bee….. you’re all safe here.

    To be continued….

    The web, real or fake?

    Posted on by Eric Brooks

    Some people feel that the web is too fake…

    As I said in Lynn’s comments today, people’s websites are people telling their *OWN* stories.

    “It’s not that different on the web. It’s still people, and ‘their side of the story’. People need to realize that the very nature of a weblog is someone ‘telling their story’. You will only know what they want you to know. It doesn’t make it right or wrong.

    It’s all as real or as fake as you allow it to be.”

    If you ask me, I have found the web to be way too damn real in the past few months.

    What do you think?

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