From Pulitzer Prize—winning journalist and bestselling author Ron Suskind comes a startling look at how America lost its way and at the nation’s struggle, day by day, to reclaim the moral authority upon which its survival depends. From the White House to Downing Street, from the fault–line countries of South Asia to the sands of Guantánamo, Suskind offers an astonishing story that connects world leaders to the forces waging today’s shadow wars and to the next generation of global citizens. Tracking down truth and hope within the Beltway and far beyond it, Suskind delivers historic disclosures with this emotionally stirring and strikingly original portrait of the post-9/11 world.”
This novel covers the current quagmire in the middle east: Afghanistan, Iraq, the Bush administration, Bhutto, England, and so forth. However, this book only covers information you would expect from a corporate media source like CNN. It talks about facts without looking into the facts. For example, it mentions that 92% of the worlds opium comes from Afghanistan; however, it doesn’t ask the questions or reveal answers to who is buying the opium, how the opium is transfered to the rest of the world, or where the money trail leads to. Are they sending the opium out via donkeys or in the coffins of dead American soldiers? Are they burying the money in the desert or is the money in the banks? No questions asked or answers given. Poor writing.
It also confuses the reader with stories about fictional Muslims living in America on exchange programs. I guess this was the writers idea of stating that they are trying to educate the Muslims? Who knows, i never quite understood why he spent so much time writing about fictional characters.
Nevertheless, it was a good reminder of how important Pakistan is to Afghanistan and Bhutto’s role in Afghanistan before she was assassinated.
Final comments, it read like the 9/11 Commission Report. All propaganda with no real questions and no answers.
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow・
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me・
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:・
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met・
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?・
With silence and tears.
This is an old post from my other site but as we move towards a global state i thought it was a good idea to repost it.
Conspiracy Theories: Who doesn’t like a good one?
Why have one when you can have hundreds? Below is a list of conspiracy theories ranging from the bizarre to the insane. Evil international bankers? Monstrous monarchs, celestial celebrities and voodoo musicians? What next?
When will people realize that no one is out to get them except for the bad guys we’re told about on TV. Common! But if you’re bored and want to take the fight to the tree hugging hippies who want to destroy the freedom that should be denied to them, watch these ridiculous docs below.
Here is a great 5 minute short music video that summarizes the current banking world. Even if you don’t like the content, the beat is great.
I love the Internet. Apparently Gershon Kinglsey from Germany first composed Popcorn in 1969. Hot Butter covered it in 1972. This might be the one of the first, or the first, trance songs to hit the radio waves.
The room was small and dark decked out with the aroma of cigarettes, booze and possibly sex. After all, this is Tokyo and these things happen. A small table, large TV with karaoke equipment, microphones, speakers, and glow in the dark planets on the no doubt questionably stained wall attest to the crime about to happen.
I entered in the karaoke song code like i normally do, on the machine instead of the remote because i’m usually too drunk to figure it out the remote. The guitar winded up preparing me to bust out the best rendition of Led Zeppelin’s Black Dog ever.
But seriously, karaoke is a great way to relieve stress while living in Tokyo. The best place to go for cheap Karaoke is Karaokekan in Shin-Okubo (新大久), one stop past Shinjuku on the Yamanote line, before 7p.m. It’s the one with the blue neon Karaoke sign in katakana. If you have a discount card, 1 1/2 hours with two people and two drinks will cost 1000 yen.
Here’s their website for more information:
http://www.karaokekan.jp/
I’ve been reading like a maniac as of late. I just finished off this novel today. Here’s what the official website mentions about this book.
“Tightly paced and atmospheric, The Secret Supper is a dazzling historical thriller with a unique vision of both Leonardo da Vinci’s genius and his masterpiece — which you will never look at in the same way again.
Milan, 1497: Leonardo is completing The Last Supper. But Pope Alexander VI realizes
that the painting contains clues to a baffling — and blasphemous — message, which he is determined to decode to execute Leonardo.
The Holy Grail and the Eucharist Bread are missing, there is no meat on the table, and the apostles, shockingly, are portraits of well-known heretics — and none of them are depicted with halos. And why has the artist painted himself into the scene with his back turned toward Jesus?
The Secret is now yours…”
Don’t believe the hype is what i say. Yes, it starts off great but then lags a bit in the middle and then concludes in the end when it was heading for conclusion in the middle. Nevertheless, it was a good insight into The Last Supper. I never knew so much could be pulled out of this painting. I’d have to say It’s better than the De Vinci Code.
“A Story of Truth and Hope in an Age of Extremism
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The room was small and dark decked out with the aroma of cigarettes, booze and possibly sex. After all, this is Tokyo and these things happen. A small table, large TV with karaoke equipment, microphones, speakers, and glow in the dark planets on the no doubt questionably stained wall attest to the crime about to happen.
