I have to thank Abstract Dynamics for pointing this out, but some interesting footage has begun to make the rounds of the internet and it shows our illustrius President moments after airplanes smashed into the Twin Towers. The footage, and writeup, are located here.
After watching the video, I know exactly how the politicals would act. Those on the right would say that there’s nothing wrong with the footage, nothing damning to the President. Those on the left would state that this further shows (and they do) how incompitent our President truely is.
During the midst of the attacks, any of these things could’ve happened. Yet there sits Bush, seemingly unconcerned. His Chief of Staff likewise doesn’t think that America in flames warrants the President’s immediate attention. And the Secret Service utterly fails to do its job by grabbing the President of the United States and getting him to safety. It’s truly inexplicable.
For once, I agree with the right wingers. What
is so damning about this video? There are very good reasons for Bush sitting there and not doing a bloody thing and not saying a single word. He’s in a room full of national press and whatever action he does will be relayed to thousands and millions of people within minutes. If he ups and runs out, he’d have inspired a panic. Instead, he sits there calmly letting the children finish what they’re doing and taking the time for more information to be gathered by his people
before he acts.
“Well,” the conspircy theorists might say, “what if an act was aimed at the school!” Well then you pathetic excuses for arm chair journalists, it wouldn’t have mattered if he left then or five minutes later! Clearing an entire entourage out of an inner city school takes time, and again he most likely didn’t want to inspire a panic. How do you think it would have been for the parents of those children if the President went blasting out of there in a hurry? They’d have wondered why, gotten the reason and went “omg!” and rushed to get their children. He might be a religious, bigoted, idiot who is running this country into the ground in more than a few ways, but I can’t fault him for this. He did the right thing in doing nothing for that short time.
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What luck for rulers that men do not think.Adolf Hitler
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This site has an interesting cycle that I can’t help but wonder if anyone else has noticed. Sam and I will go through periods of posting, often a few days at a time where we post a few entries every day. Then, suddenly, this dries up and Tealart again succumbs to silence. Why does this happen, why do we suddenly become silent?
Is it that we are running out of things to say? Hardly, Sam and I rarely run out of things to say. Our chat logs are constantly filled with conversation on various topics from sexuality to religion, politics, and technology. So why don’t those conversations carry over to this blog which supposadly caters to all of our mundaine topics? Honestly, I think alot of it can be broken down into a few concepts.
1.) The ReadersWe’ve come to the realization that various family members, friends, and interesting characters read this site. For a place that was created to be an open sharing of ideas, concepts, stories, and information, thats stifling. I know that many things that I would like to say, many dreams, ideals, fears, etc. I have I won’t post here now. Its not that I don’t want to, but instead that when I come to our entry page suddenly the desire to write it leaves me. I know thats a problem with an open weblog, compared to a possibly closed source like a Live/Deadjournal. Hopefully its something Sam and I can work through, so this site doesn’t die a silent death.
2.) The Location: Sam and I are both spontanious thinkers, we don’t really hold ideas with us for long periods or atleast it doesn’t seem so. We’ll be in a conversation with someone and suddenly we’re sparked with a brilliant insight into something and the conversation ranges far into philisophical or interesting leagues. Yet, these are verbal conversations. Its hard to remember what was said, or to write down the general gist before it passes from our fragile memories. I would love to have a written diary of my thoughts and conversations, it would be a blessing. Yet, at the same time, I don’t want it written down. It feels like I’m cheapening my thoughts, sharing them with people who shouldn’t be deserved of it.
3.) The Format: Tealart was originally Sam’s personal blog, a journal of this personal thoughts and essays. Its expanded from that to include me and my writings. It was always supposed to be a place of deep, strong writing. Later we combined my site Fatl and created Paradigm, a place of personal writings. Yet, how does one differentiate between personal writings and essays of substance? Each has their own seperate page but…a personal rant could easily be a journalistic peice of excellence. So now, when creating something, I atleast am torn by where to place it. Maybe this will cause an adjustment of our format, but I don’t know. Can Tealart be so easily changed and mutated? Or is the conception within our minds all that is important?
4.) Time: Time has always been a problem, we both are busy as all hell. Finding time to write online when faced with multiple essays, homeworks, etc. is challenging. Its now the summer and we should be faced with an overabundence of time, yet we both find things pressing on us even more so when all we want is a break. I’ve been writing online in this format for less than eight months yet already I begin to tire of it, “‘o rest the weary soul!”
There you have it, my thoughts. Deeper than many writings I’ve done in the past few weeks, more heartfelt and more coherent than even my Humanities final paper. Interesting how things like that happen.
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And so the freshmen year is finally over. The year that I longed for and dreaded, wrapped in the same moments and the same breaths is finally over. Part of me is torn with sadness over that, filled with loss and hollowed with emptiness. A greater part of me is filled with happiness and memories, memories of what occurred in these past nine months. I知 filled with hope and understanding, an understanding that I lacked before this year.
I remember taking my room key from my RA and unlocking my room door, taking one last deep breath and stepping into the threshold. I remember my first look, my first glance of my new home. I remember the bare white walls that greeted my wondering eyes, the empty beds, and the dirty dressers. I remember the feeling of happiness and sadness, loss and laughter that permeated the walls. I remember the feeling of my parents leaving and the realization setting in that this was home.
I look back and I fondly remember Tim harassing me as to what my name was on that first, chaotic night. I remember Mario playing Counter-Strike in his comfy chair. I look back and see Jon blasting his music and awakening the dead with the screaming vocals of Sonata Arctica. I値l remember Matt (Evo) with his Techno, and Matt Won with his ever present games running in the background. Server Dan with his hulking rack filled with screaming fans and computers. Chris and Ed, the ever present duo, constantly entangled in drama and reality. I値l always remember Darin walking into my room and introducing himself not with a handshake and a smile but instead with a picture of his smooth, white ass. Who can forget Tom, the resident hallway pimp who never seemed to get any? Least of all is Amy, our RA and possibly the greatest friend to all of us. I値l always remember the ways she protected us, nurtured us, showed us how to get through college and have fun. To someone who was fighting depression and anger all alone, you gave me something to keep fighting for. To all of you, I値l remember you as friends and never forget the things we致e all gone through.
I look back to September and remember how we all started the year with dread, leaving everything behind in the hope of creating something new. In the end, we created something none of us could have expected, we created something even the school never dreamed of. We took a rag tag bunch of geeks, losers, gamers, techies, pimps, and wannabes, and created a community. A community that depended upon every single person stood by every person and looked out for all. In the process, we became the fastest of friends. I値l always remember this past year as the year in which I grew and finally found a part of myself. What痴 more, I値l look toward next year as we all create a new hallway and dream of the possibilities that await us. Thanks everyone, it was a blast. Here痴 to [M3], lets kick some ass.
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There are a few people I have to thank out of turn here, that truely deserve their own mention. Dawn - Thank you for being the suprising friend who came out of nowhere, someone I could bitch to about everyone and just shoot the shit with. Don’t worry, my doors always open. Jacque - What can I say, you suprised me with everything. Who’d have thunk that after six months of fighting we’re together. You showed me something I could never have understood to be possible. Thank you so much.
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