Travelling Poem

With words unspoken
With feelings untouched
We pass by each other
Like passing ships at dusk

- something I wrote back in 1993- ekkk!!!!

Travelling Poem

With words unspoken
With lips untouched
We pass by each other
Like passing ships at dusk

- something I wrote back in 1993- ekkk!!!!

Mass Media

I've stopped subscribing to newspapers for a long time now. I usually only read a few sections, and then the paper gets thrown out. A waste of resources. Imagine the number of trees or forests that get slaughtered! LOL.

I prefer to read online these days. Its more convenient. You can easily cut and store information you want.

Another reason why I don't subscribe to the (Western Media) papers like the SMH or Age or NYT is the amount of utter rubbish that they spout. If I had a dollar each time the media lampoons George Bush and Ashcroft, I'd be richer than Bill Gates. If there was a story that had some dirt on a western politician or the war against terrorism - that was just pure speculation or rumor- the western media would certainly run it.

Yet with issues such as Arab Muslim immigrants causing major problems- such as running amok over a few Danish cartoons, the Western media remains silent.

Mark Steyn says it best:

The Danish cartoons story was a test, and the civilized world failed it … It seems it’s one thing to “speak truth to power” when the power’s George Bush or John Ashcroft, quite another when it’s an Islamist mob coming to burn your building down. Needless to say, reflex blowhardism is so ingrained in the media class they couldn’t resist passing off their prioritizing of self-preservation as a bold principled stand. Or as Philip Lee, professor of journalism at St Thomas University in New Brunswick, put it: “Freedom of the press means you can publish, or not. Not publishing is also an expression of freedom.”

In the words of a Deadwood resident, "They've got their heads so far shoved up their ass, that they can't find it."

Mass Media

I've stopped subscribing to newspapers for a long time now. I usually only read a few sections, and then the paper gets thrown out. A waste of resources. Imagine the number of trees or forests that get slaughtered! LOL.

I prefer to read online these days. Its more convenient. You can easily cut and store information you want.

Another reason why I don't subscribe to the (Western Media) papers like the SMH or Age or NYT is the amount of utter rubbish that they spout. If I had a dollar each time the media lampoons George Bush and Ashcroft, I'd be richer than Bill Gates. If there was a story that had some dirt on a western politician or the war against terrorism - that was just pure speculation or rumor- the western media would certainly run it.

Yet with issues such as Arab Muslim immigrants causing major problems- such as running amok over a few Danish cartoons, the Western media remains silent.

Mark Steyn says it best:

The Danish cartoons story was a test, and the civilized world failed it … It seems it’s one thing to “speak truth to power” when the power’s George Bush or John Ashcroft, quite another when it’s an Islamist mob coming to burn your building down. Needless to say, reflex blowhardism is so ingrained in the media class they couldn’t resist passing off their prioritizing of self-preservation as a bold principled stand. Or as Philip Lee, professor of journalism at St Thomas University in New Brunswick, put it: “Freedom of the press means you can publish, or not. Not publishing is also an expression of freedom.”

In the words of a Deadwood resident, "They've got their heads so far shoved up their ass, that they can't find it."

I love this song

I love this song. Its sad, yet has such a deep sense of poignance.
YM

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.

I love this song

I love this song. Its sad, yet has such a deep sense of poignance.
YM

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.

The young prince

The young prince lived in a castle. The castle was magnificent, ornate, filled with wonderful furniture, jewels, arms and armour, wealth and riches beyond compare. Its library was vast and had more books that a year has seconds. Outside its walls was a large splendid garden with beautiful roses and fields of colorful poppy flowers.

But the prince was alone, he searched in vain for other young people but there was no one to be found, not even a squeaky mouse. The prince tried many times to leave but he found he couldn't. The castle wouldn't let him. In the day he walked out, but when he fell asleep he found himself right back in his ornate chamber bed.

One day, the young prince found a baby boy in the garden, asleep among the roses. He took him in and raised him up, teaching the orphan all he knew. Then one day, the prince died; and orphan and castle mourned for him. All the flowers died and a mighty wind carried their petals, scattering them onto the corpse. The heavens opened, the sky grew dark, and it rained, and rained, and rained.

At last the orphan took the crown of the dead prince, and placed it on his own head. He said, "Behold I am the prince let me reign." The rain stopped as if on command, the sun shone, and the flowers bloomed.

But the young prince wept.