Monday, September 28, 2009

Prayer meeting friday

Rowville had a combined church prayer meeting on Friday. I showed up late - my bad. I missed out on a really powerful praise and worship session. You could even sense God's presence in the carpark.Or maybe its just anticipation.

It wasn't a big turn out at the prayer service. But to be with your fellow believers in holy prayer and communion with God, what more can you ask for? Everyone was united in prayer and purpose. It was really beautiful.

This state of being in God's presence lingered with me throughout the whole weekend. Even now as I close my eyes I am drawn back to that holy place.
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Sunday, September 27, 2009

Prayer meeting friday

Rowville had a combined church prayer meeting on Friday. I showed up late - my bad. I missed out on a really powerful praise and worship session. You could even sense God's presence in the carpark.Or maybe its just anticipation.

It wasn't a big turn out at the prayer service. But to be with your fellow believers in holy prayer and communion with God, what more can you ask for? Everyone was united in prayer and purpose. It was really beautiful.

This state of being in God's presence lingered with me throughout the whole weekend. Even now as I close my eyes I am drawn back to that holy place.
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Monday, September 14, 2009

Running

I did 6km this morning... or rather walked half of the way. My lower back spine or muscles were shooting the hell out of me halfway thru the run.

I don't think its a spinal problem - more likely tight muscles - my hamstrings and lower back muscles are tight. I've seen chiros and physios in the past - but neither of them have discovered anything serious like a slipped disc.

The pain does go away after the run. So its quite likely just tight muscles.

This site has got good tips for that problem.

http://www.runnersrescue.com/Running_lower_back_Pain_Strain_Injury.htm

Maybe I'll go for a swim tomorrow or do a shorter run.

Running

I did 6km this morning... or rather walked half of the way. My lower back spine or muscles were shooting the hell out of me halfway thru the run.

I don't think its a spinal problem - more likely tight muscles - my hamstrings and lower back muscles are tight. I've seen chiros and physios in the past - but neither of them have discovered anything serious like a slipped disc.

The pain does go away after the run. So its quite likely just tight muscles.

This site has got good tips for that problem.

http://www.runnersrescue.com/Running_lower_back_Pain_Strain_Injury.htm

Maybe I'll go for a swim tomorrow or do a shorter run.

Friday, September 11, 2009

10 things I want to do

1. Learn Mandarin
I couldn't learn Mandarin when I was a kid. No one in my family spoke it. We all conversed in English which is as similar to Mandarin as I am to Godzilla. And I seriously couldn't get over the fact that Mandarin has no alphabet. And I thought Chinese people were smart - why didn't they come up with an alphabet?? For god sake they're still using a form of hieroglyphics similar to the ancient Eqyptians. Anyway, I think I'm over the anarchistic

2. Learn French.
I didn't like it until I heard it spoken by the (actors) Huron Indians in the film "Last of the Mohicans" - then I thought "Wow, real men speaking French - it sounds so manly, chic, and cool."

3. Build an outdoor military chin-up (pull-up bar) at my home. Its a great exercise as well as providing a great means of stretching your back muscles. It feels wonderful doing it. Today, I went to Bunnings and found that the 2m Cedar Pillars cost about $50. If I can buy two then build in a metal bar between them and secure the 2 wooden posts into the ground in my courtyard - there its that simple. But I don't have the tools to do this... need help!!

4. Finish the taxes.... yeah I said that like about 10,000 times.

5. Run 10km at least twice a week. I used to be very fit in the army then I slacked off. Then I hired a personal trainer in 2004 and got uber fit again in 3 months.

6. Build a pathway from the front garden to the back topside garden. At the moment, the topside garden can only be accessed via a steep uneven path - I plan to knock down the wooden fence, build a gate in place, and construct a gravel pathway to that sector of the garden.

7. Get uber fit. "300 Spartans" fit. Damn, what am I doing about it??

8. Grow a million red poppies in my garden in the Summer of 2014 to commemorate the 100th anniversary of World War One. Its not too far away.

9. Scuba dive in the Bikini Atoll, site of the biggest naval nuclear bomb test. Dozens of warships are sunk here in diveable depths.

10. Join a undersea treasure hunting expedition. There are plenty of sea wrecks in our sea waiting to be discovered, esp. in Indonesian waters.



Thursday, September 10, 2009

10 things I want to do

1. Learn Mandarin
I couldn't learn Mandarin when I was a kid. No one in my family spoke it. We all conversed in English which is as similar to Mandarin as I am to Godzilla. And I seriously couldn't get over the fact that Mandarin has no alphabet. And I thought Chinese people were smart - why didn't they come up with an alphabet?? For god sake they're still using a form of hieroglyphics similar to the ancient Eqyptians. Anyway, I think I'm over the anarchistic

2. Learn French.
I didn't like it until I heard it spoken by the (actors) Huron Indians in the film "Last of the Mohicans" - then I thought "Wow, real men speaking French - it sounds so manly, chic, and cool."

3. Build an outdoor military chin-up (pull-up bar) at my home. Its a great exercise as well as providing a great means of stretching your back muscles. It feels wonderful doing it. Today, I went to Bunnings and found that the 2m Cedar Pillars cost about $50. If I can buy two then build in a metal bar between them and secure the 2 wooden posts into the ground in my courtyard - there its that simple. But I don't have the tools to do this... need help!!

4. Finish the taxes.... yeah I said that like about 10,000 times.

5. Run 10km at least twice a week. I used to be very fit in the army then I slacked off. Then I hired a personal trainer in 2004 and got uber fit again in 3 months.

6. Build a pathway from the front garden to the back topside garden. At the moment, the topside garden can only be accessed via a steep uneven path - I plan to knock down the wooden fence, build a gate in place, and construct a gravel pathway to that sector of the garden.

7. Get uber fit. "300 Spartans" fit. Damn, what am I doing about it??

8. Grow a million red poppies in my garden in the Summer of 2014 to commemorate the 100th anniversary of World War One. Its not too far away.

9. Scuba dive in the Bikini Atoll, site of the biggest naval nuclear bomb test. Dozens of warships are sunk here in diveable depths.

10. Join a undersea treasure hunting expedition. There are plenty of sea wrecks in our sea waiting to be discovered, esp. in Indonesian waters.


Wednesday, September 09, 2009

District 9 - otherwise known as another Half Life 2 mod


Rating:★★★★
Category:Movies
Genre: Action & Adventure
Watching this show is a bit like waiting for a firework display. It seems to take forever. You spend most of your time waiting for things to happen... the storyline doesn't seem to make much sense. Then BANG!!!!! It all comes together and just when it seems its finished - the real fireworks begins and by golly, its awesome.

So what is it about? Well, its a bit like a story from the pc game, Half Life, man meets creepy looking aliens+and there is a conspiracy. There are these strange creatures which have got powerful weaponery which they use to exchange for cat food (no kidding). I guess this "game" was set to dead EASY noob setting.

Along comes a man - like Freeman (from Half Life) and yeah, well I won't spoil the rest of the story.

So half star for the plot. Half star for the flying pig, 1 star for the exoskeleton mechwarrior stolen from the AppleSeed Manga series, and 2 stars for the fight sequence.

This movie gives me hope. Hope that a kickass movie series (with hopefully a believable and interesting plot) on Appleseed, or Mechwarrior will come out one day.

Huzzah!!!

If you don't know what AppleSeed is about read here:
http://www.ravynfyre.com/Appleseed/appleseed_vol_1/
Contains nudity and violence

My map route run

I found this useful tool on Geronimo Geraldine website. You can use it to map out your running route and measure how long it is.I always thought my run was about 10km. But apparently it falls short by 500m. Here it is.

A race to honor the memory of the dead

I completed a 30 minute run again! Ran down the road towards Ruffey Park lake.

I really hope I can keep this up. Once I slack off I really slack off. Its not easy running on a regular basis. My dad had great discipline and kept on running exercising even when he was in the depths of his cancer. He was an avid runner and regularly took part in IPPT runs to prove his fitness. It also pleased him immensely to beat men half his age in the runs.

I probably have some of his physical endurance spirit in me. It seems to be getting easier going for the run... maybe in part because of the Spring weather. Every morning seems that much brighter (unlike Winter). Heehee, maybe my body is solar powered. But I think its just the natural inclination to do things when the sun is up and bright. I wake up better this way with my room bathed in natural sunlight.

Anyways, I really need to keep this up. I hate myself fat. And when I'm fit and healthier, everything seems so much better - my mind seems to be able to think clearer too. Being overweight however is like a downward spiral.

Its not easy though - it takes a lot of mental energy to psyche myself for these runs - its so much more easier to avoid it. I need to push myself aggressively for the run.

The anniversary of my dad's death is coming up on October 10th. I plan to run to Ruffey Park's lake and back - a total of 10km from my doorstep in honor of his memory. The ancient Greeks did a runner race to commemorate and honor the dead. I think dad would be pleased about that.

A race to honor the memory of the dead

I completed a 30 minute run again! Ran down the road towards Ruffey Park lake.

I really hope I can keep this up. Once I slack off I really slack off. Its not easy running on a regular basis. My dad had great discipline and kept on running exercising even when he was in the depths of his cancer. He was an avid runner and regularly took part in IPPT runs to prove his fitness. It also pleased him immensely to beat men half his age in the runs.

I probably have some of his physical endurance spirit in me. It seems to be getting easier going for the run... maybe in part because of the Spring weather. Every morning seems that much brighter (unlike Winter). Heehee, maybe my body is solar powered. But I think its just the natural inclination to do things when the sun is up and bright. I wake up better this way with my room bathed in natural sunlight.

Anyways, I really need to keep this up. I hate myself fat. And when I'm fit and healthier, everything seems so much better - my mind seems to be able to think clearer too. Being overweight however is like a downward spiral.

Its not easy though - it takes a lot of mental energy to psyche myself for these runs - its so much more easier to avoid it. I need to push myself aggressively for the run.

My dad's funeral anniversary is coming up on October 10th. I plan to run to Ruffey Park's lake and back - a total of 10km from my doorstep in honor of his memory. The ancient Greeks did a run race to commemorate and honor the dead. I think dad would be pleased about that.

Monday, September 07, 2009

I like Bach, Beethoven but Britney rocks

There's something insanely magical about her in this music video. Its also that cute malevolent tone that makes this song all that more endearing.

You can watch the outtakes here. Funniest thing I've seen all day.


Its quite interesting analyzing the video and seeing what makes it so fun to watch. Its very well constructed - as was the actual song itself. There are so many layers to this. It takes genius to make the complicated and hard - look fun and easy.

So let's see...

1. The song is about a girl who attracts guys like bees but is generally disinterested with them. That's powerful imagery there - Desire meets unattainable affection. You want it - but you can't have it. And the desire is made worse by the girl's flirtatious mannerism, that youthful vitality bursting with life and that almost cruel casual indifference to her devastating effect on the opposite sex.

2. The song is very well composed, good beat, tempo, that smashing cresendo; and young Britney sings it to perfection - helped by her background vocalists who added extra bass.
 



And the full version here: http://www.youtube.com

I like Bach, Beethoven but Britney well...

There's something quite magical about her.

Sunday, September 06, 2009

Father's Day September 6th

Happy Father's Day to all the dads. In this day and age of single parenting, it seems the idea of fatherhood has taken a back step.

I believe fathers hold a vital and important role in the family. The father is the spiritual head of the household. He has a great influence on his children that transcends material providence. He holds the family together. He is the leader of the family.

But too often fathers don't live up to that role. Post-modern Society has come to expect fathers to fail in this task. Too many families are run by single mothers. Fathers, in the feminist mindset, just provide the seed - nothing more. Fatherhood is irrelevant today says the fat ugly hairy armpit woman.

This is partly due to the rise of feminism in modern society - women have been accorded the same rights like men. Women are allowed to vote, attend schools, universities, even join the Army. At all levels, women are competing against men for the same positions. This has good points because in the past, men would often abuse their dominant position as fathers and husbands, treating women like their own personal property to be bought, sold, traded or killed.

And its true. Father's are often abusive, intolerant, arrogant, unkind, petty, unforgiving, manipulative, control freaks, cruel, etc.. and in some cases, monstrous to the point of becoming pure Evil. But the sins of many do not negate the ideal set by God. However, they do cause people to be disheartened.

Fathers, usually disappoint. I guess its because they are human and thus fallible. I wish my dad was different. Somehow I got the feeling that he didn't like me. I was different from him. It took me a long time to figure things out and I wasn't so independent. I also wasn't as driven as he was. He finished his PHD in 3 years. It took me twice as long to complete my masters.

I guessed I rubbed him the wrong way. He seemed like a stranger to me. A distant figure, now even more distant due to his demise over a decade ago.

I wish he had been a bit more encouraging, more fatherly. He was aloof. A man stuck in his office too busy or too bored to help me with my math work. When I was in my mid-teens I had to go overseas to study in a boarding school (yeah, like Harry Potter). Like one of Wes Anderson's characters - I was after a father figure. I never found "him".

How does a boy become a man? He does it mainly by watching his own father. A father is more than just a bread winner - he imparts his wisdom, experience, even his spirit, to his children. Perhaps my father was the way he was because his own father was much worse. I wonder what unpleasant traits I picked up from my dad - or developed new ones on my own?

I think I found "my father" through observing older people. My older cousins, Uncles, school seniors, my teachers, my army officers, even my pastors - mostly disappointments I'm afraid. And sometimes it takes a long time to erase their influences from my mind.

That's why I find movies about failed fathers, like Life Aquatic and Royal Tenenbaums, quite cathartic to watch.

But you learn, I guess, what works and what doesn't.

I wish my father was alive to encourage me, offer wise counsel. (He had a doctorate in Chemical Engineering from a prestigious university). When he was alive, he would gladly offer it to strangers. But to me - he sort of expected me to figure it out by myself.

"Go figure it out yourself." Dad shouted.

How strange. Maybe his own father was like that. I certainly hope I don't carry forward this trait.





Saturday, September 05, 2009

Father's Day September 6th 2009

Happy Father's Day to all the dads. In this day and age of single parenting, it seems the idea of fatherhood has taken a back step.

I believe fathers hold a vital and important role in the family. The father is the spiritual head of the household. He has a great influence on his children that transcends material providence. He holds the family together. He is the leader of the family.

But too often fathers don't live up to that role. Post-modern Society has come to expect fathers to fail in this task. Too many families are run by single mothers. Fathers, in the feminist mindset, just provide the seed - nothing more. Fatherhood is irrelevant today says the fat ugly hairy armpit woman.

This is partly due to the rise of feminism in modern society - women have been accorded the same rights like men. Women are allowed to vote, attend schools, universities, even join the Army. At all levels, women are competing against men for the same positions. This has good points because in the past, men would often abuse their dominant position as fathers and husbands, treating women like their own personal property to be used, bought, sold, traded or killed.

And its true. Fathers are often egoistic, abusive, intolerant, arrogant, unkind, petty, unforgiving, manipulative, control freaks, cruel, etc.. and in some cases, monstrous to the point of becoming pure Evil. But the sins of many do not negate the ideal set by God. However, they do cause people to be disheartened.

Fathers, usually disappoint. I guess its because they are human and thus fallible. I wish my dad was a better Christian. He served in a prominent role in the church as did his father and grandfather. (I think my great-grandfather was also a Christian). But there were moments when he behaved like a pagan. I remember those moments most vividly.

Somehow I got the feeling that he didn't like me. I was different from him. It took me a long time to figure things out and I wasn't so independent. I also wasn't as driven as he was. He finished his PHD in 3 years. It took me twice as long to complete my masters.

I guessed I rubbed him the wrong way. He seemed like a stranger to me. A distant figure, now even more distant due to his demise over a decade ago.

I wish he had been a bit more encouraging, kind, conciliatory, more fatherly I guess. He was aloof. A man stuck in his office too busy or too bored to help me (with my math work). He was easily upset over very trivial matters. And he was obsessed about winning. In some ways, he reminded me of the main character in the film, "There will be Blood".

When I was in my mid-teens I had to go overseas to study in a boarding school (yeah, like Harry Potter). Like a Wes Anderson's character - I was after a father figure. I never found "dad". How does a boy become a man (mentally)? He does it mainly by observing his own father. A father is more than just a bread winner - he imparts his wisdom, experience, even his spirit, to his children - apart from his genetic makeup and dispositions. Perhaps my father was the way he was because his own father was much worse. I wonder what unpleasant traits I picked up from my dad - or developed new ones on my own?

I think I found "my father" through observing older people. My older cousins, Uncles, school seniors, my teachers, my army officers, even my pastors - iron sharpening iron - but mostly rusty disappointments I'm afraid. And sometimes it takes a long time to erase their influences from my mind.

That's why I find movies about failed fathers, like Life Aquatic and Royal Tenenbaums, quite cathartic to watch. In many ways, I identify with the characters and their predicaments.

But you learn, I guess, what works and what doesn't.

I wish my father was alive to encourage me, offered wise counsel. (He had a doctorate in Chemical Engineering from a prestigious university). When he was alive, he would gladly offer it to strangers. But to me - he sort of expected me to figure it out by myself.

"Go figure it out yourself." Dad shouted.

(But I can't; I wasn't half as smart as him in the technical subjects. And my clunky memory "bluescreens" trying to remember complex or even simple mathematical formulaes.)

Maybe his own father was like that - hard arsed. I certainly hope I don't carry forward this trait.




Father's Day September 6th

Happy Father's Day to all the dads. In this day and age of single parenting, it seems the idea of fatherhood has taken a back step.

I believe fathers hold a vital and important role in the family. The father is the spiritual head of the household. He has a great influence on his children that transcends material providence. He holds the family together. He is the leader of the family.

But too often fathers don't live up to that role. Post-modern Society has come to expect fathers to fail in this task. Too many families are run by single mothers. Fathers, in the feminist mindset, just provide the seed - nothing more. Fatherhood is irrelevant today says the fat ugly hairy armpit woman.

This is partly due to the rise of feminism in modern society - women have been accorded the same rights like men. Women are allowed to vote, attend schools, universities, even join the Army. At all levels, women are competing against men for the same positions. This has good points because in the past, men would often abuse their dominant position as fathers and husbands, treating women like their own personal property to be bought, sold, traded or killed.

And its true. Father's are often abusive, intolerant, arrogant, unkind, petty, unforgiving, manipulative, control freaks, cruel, etc.. and in some cases, monstrous to the point of becoming pure Evil. But the sins of many do not negate the ideal set by God. However, they do cause people to be disheartened.

Fathers, usually disappoint. I guess its because they are human and thus fallible. I wish my dad was different. Somehow I got the feeling that he didn't like me. I was different from him. It took me a long time to figure things out and I wasn't so independent. I also wasn't as driven as he was. He finished his PHD in 3 years. It took me twice as long to complete my masters.

I guessed I rubbed him the wrong way. He seemed like a stranger to me. A distant figure, now even more distant due to his demise over a decade ago.

I wish he had been a bit more encouraging, more fatherly. He was aloof. A man stuck in his office too busy or too bored to help me with my math work. When I was in my mid-teens I had to go overseas to study in a boarding school (yeah, like Harry Potter). Like one of Wes Anderson's characters - I was after a father figure. I never found "him".

How does a boy become a man? He does it mainly by watching his own father. A father is more than just a bread winner - he imparts his wisdom, experience, even his spirit, to his children. Perhaps my father was the way he was because his own father was much worse. I wonder what unpleasant traits I picked up from my dad - or developed new ones on my own?

I think I found "my father" through observing older people. My older cousins, Uncles, school seniors, my teachers, my army officers, even my pastors - mostly disappointments I'm afraid. And sometimes it takes a long time to erase their influences from my mind.

That's why I find movies about failed fathers, like Life Aquatic and Royal Tenenbaums, quite cathartic to watch.

But you learn, I guess, what works and what doesn't.

I wish my father was alive to encourage me, offer wise counsel. (He had a doctorate in Chemical Engineering from a prestigious university). When he was alive, he would gladly offer it to strangers. But to me - he sort of expected me to figure it out by myself.

"Go figure it out yourself." Dad shouted.

How strange. Maybe his own father was like that. I certainly hope I don't carry forward this trait.




Thursday, September 03, 2009

Taken (2008)


Rating:★★★★
Category:Movies
Genre: Action & Adventure
I liked it. OK, the violence was gratuitous and story a bit far fetched and it panders to stereotypes and urban legends... but these things do happen.

Whats the story about? Its a Luc Beeson film about a retired Bourne-type spy, played to perfection by Liam Neeson, who worries about his rich spolit teenage daughter going to Paris for a holiday with her friend. He seems overtly paranoid. And like every father's worse nightmare, the worse happens. The girl and her ditzy friend are kidnapped, drugged, and forced into the sex slave trade.

Daddy Bourne then flies to Paris to find his daughter and uncovers the sinister sex trade market. Then all hell breaks lose. Plenty of chases, well choreographed fights, and plenty of villains die painful deaths. Huzzah!!! How come there aren't more films like these? I mean who doesn't like to see bad men getting the sh1t beaten out them slowly.

You may think the story is impausible, stupid etc.. but this sort of thing does happen in real life. Attractive females are regularly kidnapped in the Middle East and Asia and sold into the sex slave industry. One true horrible story involved newly weds on a honeymoon to Bangkok. The husband went back into the hotel to retrieve his camera but when he returned to the taxi - it was gone together with his pretty wife. She was never found. Another story involved three models setup for an assignment in Cambodia - which turned out to be fake. Thankfully, something went wrong with the kidnap plan - and the girls got away.

Attractive female slaves, since ancient times, are worth a great deal of money. And there are unscrupulous men who will see you as a commodity to be used, traded and profited from. I think a lot of women in civilized societies fail to realize the dangers inherent in the world and think lightly of the dangers involved in travel.

Anyways, maybe the film has a slow start, but don't worry it gets better, much better.

I look forward to the sequel.

On this day 70 years ago, War comes to town.

 

I wrote this back in Sept 3, 2009 back in my old Blog. Its being reposted here: On this day 70 years ago, Britain and France declared war on Nazi Germany for invading their ally Poland; thus, beginning World War Two (in Europe). Germany had broken promise after promise in the preceding years. The attack on Poland was the last straw. Two years earlier, France and Britain had the choice of supporting another ally, Czechoslovakia, when Germany threatened its borders. But the people in the Democracies feared war and placed greater faith in paper treaties and negotiations with Hitler. How ironic.

I find this photo very poignant. It shows a son breaking free from his mother's hands and reaching out for his father. It would be 6 years before the son would see his father again, if he survived.

The troops are Canadian btw. And the photo taken from iconic photos blog.

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

On this day 70 years ago, War.

On this day 70 years ago, Britain and France declared war on Germany for attacking their ally Poland. Germany had broken promise after promise in the preceding years. The attack on Poland was the last straw. Two years earlier, France and Britain had the choice of supporting Czechoslovakia when Germany threatened it. But the people in the Democracies feared war and believed it was possible to negotiate with Hitler to avoid war. How ironic.

I find this photo very poignant. It shows a son breaking free from his mother's hands and reaching out for his father. It would be 6 years before the son would see his father again, if he survived.

The troops are Canadian btw. And the photo taken from iconic photos blog.

Philip Garrido: The ultimate Justice System Fail. How the heck did he get out in the first place?

The infamous pedophile and child sex slaver - phillip garrido - was once arrested for abducting and torturing a woman in a special dungeon he made. Her fate was sealed - this monster was going to rape, torture and eventually murder this. If you think this is amusing I suggest taking a hammer and hitting your genitals and head as you read this.
 
Fortunately for her, a policeman happened to pass by and rescued her. The rapist garrido was sentenced to jail but got out early - and even had time in jail to complete a degree in psychology. He even had the gall to find and intimidate his former rape victim.

You would have thought that the authorities would have been extra vigilant. His parole officer even promised the rapist would be watched carefully.

If there was some justice in that moronic state - they would have picked him up on some misdemeanor or way laid him somewhere. Or better yet, just put him next door to the Judge or State Governor who reckon that he's served his sentence and the law must now be respected.

Apparently he wasn't even watched at all - as the rapist managed to abduct a 11 year old girl and imprison her as his sex slave for nearly 20 years. Shocking barely covers this crime.

This just goes to show that sometimes you really need to throw away the key on some criminals. I mean, whats the point of the law if it doesn't serve to protect the innocent and the community from monsters like garrido. You might as well not even have a police and court system if you're going to be so lenient - which seems to be the case in Australia.

Its not a question of revenge - its more an issue of trying to keep law and order.


Someone who concocts such an elaborate scheme for rape and torture should have been jailed forever. The authorities lack the manpower to watch over these sort of people. I really don't see why the death penalty for such scum is not enforced. These monsters have no qualms about denying the basic liberty of the innocent. They would have no problems in torturing the innocent for the rest of their lives. What kind of punishment would even fit such a heinous act? They are beyond all hope of rehabilitation and even if it was possible - what kind of system would allow them the chance to reoffend?

Allowing them to even live would seem a perversion of justice. But they let him walk free. The authorities by acting so weak in such matters only cause the public to lose faith in the justice system. What's the point in democracy or paying taxes if monsters like these can walk free and enjoy the morning sunrise? fubar man.

You can read the tragic story here.
Katherine Callaway Hall was 38 years old and working at a roulette table in a Lake Tahoe, Calif., casino in 1988 when a thin man ordered a cocktail, remarked how he hadn't had a drink in 11 years, then cashed out his chips without ever placing a bet.
"Hope to see you again real soon, Katie," the man said as he left.
That man was Phillip Garrido, now 58, the man who had kidnapped and repeatedly raped Hall 12 years earlier - and who would allegedly abduct 11-year-old Jaycee Dugard three years later. Now Hall believes the seed for the idea of taking a child as a sex slave came from her own eight-hour ordeal at his hands.
It was 1976 when Hall first met Garrido. She'd just bought groceries to make dinner at her boyfriend's house when there was a rap on her car window. It was a thin man in a ponytail, asking for a ride. Hall agreed.
But when Garrido lured her to a remote road, he overpowered her, handcuffed her and drove her to a garage-sized storage locker in Reno, Nev. Inside, Garrido had converted the space into a sex dungeon...
"He raped me there, and the rape, which lasted about seven hours, is what I've completely blocked out of my mind," Hall says, her voice cracking.
Around 2:30 a.m., a policeman noticed that someone had jimmied his way into the storage locker, and knocked on the door. Garrido untied Hall and told her to act as if nothing were wrong. She promised to cooperate.
Garrido told the cop he was "partying" with his girlfriend, but when she realized there was a policeman nearby, Hall crashed through the hanging rugs and boxes and told the officer her story.
"Please don't tell on me! Please, please," Garrido pleaded with his captive.
But she did tell, in court, and Garrido was given 50-to-life for raping her, and a life sentence for kidnapping her. His parole officer said Garrido would live "in a fishbowl" and be watched constantly.
Which is why Hall is incensed that her onetime tormentor got out of prison so quickly and managed to hide Jaycee Dugard from notice for 18 years.
"I just can't imagine how they would not check on him," Hall says. "Why weren't they more curious? He had a reputation as being a weirdo and was getting more psychotic. I can't believe they went to the house several times and never checked back there."

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Woman bashes Man's privates

Link

Click onto the link... its a video of a lovers' quarrel. Don't know what the quarrel is about but the dude is getting a real scolding.

One word - Ouch!

I love Paris

Everyone loves Paris.

On another note, I bet Hitler was thinking, "Well, I've won the war now. What else could go wrong?"