St Patricks Day

Went over to a new friends house
spent some time schmoozing and drinking
met their girlfriends and a few other friends

just to let you know
just how small Sydney is
I know like five people here
and one of the girlfriends
was the sister
of one of my few friends here
and another girl there
was the sister of
one of the girls who works at my favorite bar

small fucking town

anyway
we went out to see a band
heralded as the best band around these parts
and it was fun
sort of a rockabilly band

they shut down around two am
and the various couple went home
for drunken couples fun
so
I went to another bar
several people had invited me
to join them at

met a hot hot hot lil blonde
at the bar

I saw her walk up and smiled
she then proceeded to stand next to me
until it would have been rude
not to say hello

so I did

we talked for about ten minutes
she was doing the whole
run her hands up and down my arm
so
when people started cramming against the bar
I suggested we move somewhere else

she took my hand and led me
to where her friends were sitting

there was some discussion
about who was sitting where
and some girl was being a total cunt
[I do not use the word lightly]
so
we moved to another table

talked for a bit
then things got a lil weird
she kept talking to the chick
and her friends

I wasn't sure what was going on
but she sure wasn't paying me any attention
so I split
excused myself to go have a smoke
did so
[yeah if you didn't know, I fell off the wagon a while back]
and
came back up
ordered a couple of drinks
exchanged coy smiles
with another hot blonde in braids
who was standing next to a brunette
was about to talk to her
but got this serious jealous girlfriend vibe
from the brunette
so
I headed for the dance floor
said blonde in braids and brunette
joined me on the dance floor a few minutes later
and
we danced
it was fun
but I was left with the impression
they were a couple
so didn't bother pursuing it

it was the sort of thing
where the blonde may have been interested
but the brunette was more of the jealous type

a song I didn't much like
[yay britney]
came on
so
I went looking for some of the guys
who had invited me out there
I had seen em when I first walked in
but
after getting drinks
and talking to the blonde [without braids]
I hadn't seen em

anyway
I was stopped by the first blonde
as I passed her table
and instructed to sit

we talked for a minute
she said she had to pee
and wanted to dance
so
I gave her the benefit of the doubt

she took the long way to the restroom
talking to half a dozen people
and the long way back
talking to a different half dozen people

so I tired of waiting
went up to her
motioned with my head
to the dance floor
and she went
with me following

we found a spot on the dance floor
and started dancing
other than being a little drunk
she had decent form
but mostly wanted to bump and grind

I supposed I could suffer
her rubbing her ass and tits on me
and went with it
although
I never let her do it for long
pushing her back
and making her actually dance

it was actually good fun

we kissed a few short kisses
danced the last few slow songs
not only could I tell she was enjoying herself
but she was gushing
about loving me
but not in that serious tone
more in the
I am having a great time sort of way

we left the dance floor
danced the last slow song
by the table of her friends
and
I got her digits
before saying goodnight

I told her I would call her on Friday
and
took my leave

paid my tab
said goodbye to those people I knew
who I saw still lingering about
grabbed a chicken dog outside
and headed home

now
I am going to crash out
and to be honest
I don't really care if I see hottie blonde again
cause
it was a good night

definitely left me
feeling chipper

so
sitting here reading the responses to my last post
I am not entirely sure what to think
but
I will say yall did make some interesting observations
so
on those I will ponder
and
take my merry Irish ass
to bed

love love

me

We can perhaps forgive them for killing our children,

but we can never forgive them for forcing us to kill their children

- Golda Meir
[former prime minister of Israel]


Child Sacrifice (ganked from maryshelley)

Palestinians are now using 11 year olds as bombs.
Mar. 16, 2004

Israel was shaken Monday. It wasn't because of a terrorist atrocity actually perpetrated, but because of one thankfully preempted. Front pages were dominated by the story of 11-year-old Abdullah Quran, who carried a powerful bomb in his schoolbag, replete with a load of metal pellets and other assorted bits of hardware calculated to rip through human flesh. When they opened the bag, soldiers found, alongside the explosives, the boy's Spiderman doll.

Abdullah wasn't merely a courier. He was, unknowingly, a guided missile. A cellphone connected to the 10-kilo bomb he lugged was primed to detonate the bomb by remote control, if his dispatcher considered it expedient.

The boy told the border policewoman whose suspicions he aroused that someone promised him "lots of money" if he took the heavy backpack through the IDF checkpoint outside of Nablus. Had the precocious smuggler succeeded, the contraband would have been set off in an Israeli bus or similar crowded civilian target.

However, the plan called for detonating the charge on the boy, if he were stopped. Indeed, as sappers handled his bag's contents, someone dialed the cellphone trigger. A technical failure prevented the death of the child and many of those around.

This is not "just" child abuse, but child sacrifice. It is almost as if Palestinian terrorists are trying to reach new depths of war crimes, matched only by previous uses of ambulances and pregnant women to carry out terrorist attacks. Bombs have been transported in Palestinian ambulances, at times under stretchers bearing children apparently writhing in pain or women ostensibly in labor. Only recently did a weeping Gaza woman, claiming to have a prosthetic leg, blow herself up, killing the very soldiers who helped her when her bomb set off a metal detector.

Incredibly, Abdullah's misadventure went largely unreported by the world's media, further underscoring the double standard against Israel. One might think the story of this child would evoke a modicum of human interest from a world that claims to care about Palestinian children. Is no one interested when Palestinian children are systematically indoctrinated by official media into a cult of suicide and murder, and if that doesn't work, they are employed as unknowing cannon fodder? Such indifference seems somewhat selective. When Muhammad al-Dura was shot in October 2000, he was immediately transformed into an icon of Israeli inhumanity. Subsequent credible studies proving that the child was killed by Palestinian fire, such as that of James Fallows in The Atlantic, were largely ignored.

By contrast, the Palestinian manipulation of children is as pervasive and transparent as Hitler's "Children's Army" at the end of World War II. It's a flagrant violation of Article 38 of the 1989 UN Convention on the Rights of the Child, which censures "the recruitment and involvement of children under 15 in hostilities and armed conflicts." Yet it's an entrenched Arab practice in this country. Already back in the 19th century, women and children were frequently deployed in the front-lines of disturbances and riots. They functioned as human shields and generated particular volatility.

This tradition has been monstrously upgraded with the advent of suicide bombings. In the past three years, 29 suicide-bombings were perpetrated by youths under 18. Another 22 were killed while attacking Israelis. Forty other teens were arrested while trying to do likewise.

Ascribing these statistics to occupation-engendered despair is intellectually indolent or demagogic. Palestinian youngsters are incessantly subjected to brainwashing in the media and classroom. Hate is inculcated in them. Even preschoolers are taught to aspire to martyr status. They grow in a culture that, rather than consecrating life, glorifies violent "sacrificial" death.

The PA's Jerusalem mufti, Ikram Sabri, once said in a newspaper interview that "the younger the shahid [martyr], the more he's admired... That's why mothers cry with joy upon hearing of his death... The shahid is envied, because the angels in heaven usher him to his wedding."

Journalist Huda al-Hussein, asked in the London-based Sharq al-Awsat already three years ago: "What kind of independence is built on the blood of children, while the leaders, including their own kids and grandkids, remain safe?" Good question.


Souces:
Reuters & Haaretz