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petak, 17.11.2006.

pEtaK

Petak je, jos pol sata pa vikend pocinje, navecer idem na korean bbq i u tiki bar, danas stigla plata, pa da se proslavi. Preko vikenda cu stavit slike...by the way koji je nabrzi nacin da se stave slike na blog ali u malo manjoj verziji nego orginal...ove slike koje sam do sada stavljao su bile male origigi pa ih nije bio problem stavit, ali ove sa tripa su dosta vece pa ce mi uzet pol sata svaku da ih uploadam?
Kao sto sam prije pisao sutra je Seve u gradu angela, pa u mom srcu vlada velika euforia, iako mislim da cu se ipak odlucit otici gledat clipperse...
prilozen je clancic sa monitor.hr-a.

srijeda, 15.11.2006.

SluzBenjaK-CA, PA, DE, MD, DC, NV, CA

Evo narode vratio sam se sa sluzbenjaka. kako je bilo pitate? nelose, hvala.
Otisao sam prosle nedelje uvecer i odma u baru na LAX-u, onako slucajno se zapio, taksi me pokupio iz hollywooda i dosao malo ranije nego sto ja inace dodem(uvijek sam zadnji koji ulece, cak nekada me i moraju prozivati preko razlasa-uvijek fun kad mi ismasakriraju ime pred 1500 ljudi, a sve prave se pristojni). Posto nisam imao sta radit, odem u knjizaru, maznem grishamovu najnoviju i zavrsim u baru, mislim ajd idem jedno pivce popit, sta drugo. to jedno mi super sjelo, pa mislim ajde jos jedno, pa i to mi dobro, pa mislim u jebemti svejedno kompanija placa, idem jos jedno drmnut i tako sam dobro nazujen uzletio. Kad sam sletio u philladelphiu neispavan u 4 ujutro i sjeban vremenskom razlikom, daduse mi jebenu kiu u rent-a-caru i kaze mi zenska, stavila sam ti strugalicu za snijeg u gepek, na sto je ja naravno pitam, a za sto je to. Prvi dan u Philliu obavio sve turisticke duznosti, liberty bell, independence hall, rocky stepenice, 76ers arenu i sve je to zgodno, no nisam osto toliko odusevljen gradom. Niko nigdje ne vozi pa sam morao platit $13 da sparkiram kiu u nekom parkiralistu pored africkog muzeja jel je to bila najeftinija cijena. I tako ja sa guidom, kamerom i udobnim patikama projurio gradom i sve vidio of 9-7 i nazad u hotel. Jedino sto me je stvarno impresioniralo je soba u kojoj su dedaci potpisali declaration of independence, sav namjestaj je jos uvijek tamo, raspored stolica je isti, penkala, stolovi, sve ko da su se digli prije 10 minuta. kako je reko jedan stari dedica vodic, "ovo je jedna od najvaznijih soba u kojoj cete se ikada naci", s cim sam se ja potpuno slozio.
"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free," napisao je Thomas Jefferson 1816., " it expects what never was and never will be."
Mitinzi i treninzi odrzavali su se jedno pol sata sjeverno od grada, tako da nisam iso svaki dan nazad. u utorak imali prvi trening, i sve ono isto idemo igrati ice breaker igrice, kao ono koje je najdalje mjesto u kojem si u zivotu putovao (jedan frajer reko vegas!!!!), do gdje mu do vraga dode ervatska.
Navecer u utorak smo isli na sluzbenu veceru u jednu lokalnu belgisku pivnicu, iliti belgiski pub i tu je pocelo sve...kompanija je imala otvoren racun i uz vrlo dobru hranu pio sam nevjerovatna (i skupa) belgiska i engleska piva. I kad kazem tu je pocelo sve,mislin na cinjenicu da sam se upoznao sa kolegama iz britanije, jedan englez, jedan skot i jedan welshanin!!! zamislite vi taj trio...oni su isto bili na trainingu, istoj zgradi no ne i sobi ko i ja, ali vaznije isto su bili na firminom budgetu. i tako balkanac, 3 britanca, 2 cure iz toronta i jedna fine amerikanka iz orlanda sjeli za isti stol, i dok su se svi pokupili kuci u 9 i kompanija zatvorila racun, mi ostali dok se nije zatvorio bar. pita mene glavni sef jel si ti ok da ostanes, i ja pametan odgovorim sta ok, ja vozim!!! dakle sef koji me upoznao tek prije 12 sati me gleda mrtvog pijanog i brine se, a ja mu odgovaram da ja ne samo da vozim sebe nego i curu iz orlanda! odlicna prva impresija.
i tako britanci, ja i cure postali neradvojni i tu noc sam se tolko napio da ne pamtim kad me zadnji put tako glava bolila ujutro.
Kad smo dosli u sobu ja se srusio u krevet potpuno obucen i probudim se ujutro, kad ono 2 poruke na hotelskom telefonu. tko mu to moze biti? Riba iz Orlanda me zove u pol 3 ujutro, mrtva pijana i ostavi mi 2 poruke kaze da ne moze spavat i da oce hang out i da dodem u njenu sobu, a ja romeo hrcem u demperu 10 cm pokraj telefona kojeg nisam cuo...dva puta.
Ujutro uopce nije bilo ackward!
U cetvrtak sam ih odveo u grad (jel su svi naumili cumit u hotelu cijeli tjedan, britanci nikad nisu bili u us and a, ali svejedno to ih nije bas previse motiviralo da vide grad!), rittenhouse square u philly i bili smo u jednom od najotmjenijih restorana u kojima sam ikad jeo. nas 7, svako sa na neogranicenom budetu, fino vino curilo je u potocima, ja sam jeo sabljarku, deserte, i ostale preskupe/precjenjene poslastice i pizdarije. i isto tako smo se razbili kao u utorak, a ja sam vam bio pijani vodic i vozac...super kombo. "na vasu lijevu stranu vidite franklinova jajca". opet sam ih odveo u jednu poznatu belgijsku pivnicu, narucio im pivo koje je uvezeno iz belgije specialno i eskluzivno samo za taj pub Monk's Cafe i koje se nigdje drugdje u svijetu ne moze naruciti...naravno svi su pali u nesvijest odakle ja to znam. Da bi uzvratili uslugu, welshanin meni kaze, pazi sta cu vam sad amerima narucit, past ces u nesvjest, i naruci leffe! ideja je bila dobra za amere, no ne i za mene, pa sam ga dobro ismijao. (inace ja sam ga cijelu noc zvao englezom, a on mene srbinom). naravno svi mrtvi pijani, ja borat, vicem high five, very nice, 4 stranca, 4 druga akcenta, svi lokalci nas gledaju koji nam je kurac i krste se. Inace skota nisam mogo razumijet pijan ili trijezan, frajer prica brzo i svaku trecu sam kuzio i samo kimao glavu, bloody wanker.
Na putu kuci vozim ih ja, oni svi pozaspali na straznjem sjedalu, orlando chick do mene i ja ih sve pitam, kad ste zadnji put bili u autu sa hrvatom majku vam, na sto skot pocne skandirat "prsho, prsho". avantura ko u prici. tu noc nisam zaspao u svojoj sobi...
u petak sam isao za d.c, besple auto, besple gas, sto da ne? i jos me je vise razocarao nego philly. grad mi nije uopce nesto, bijelu kucu mozes vidjet najblize sa 200 metara, sve sivo, tmurno i hladno. cijeli grad i sve znamenitosti vidio sam u jedno popodne. Bilo je zanimljivo vidit congress par dana nakon velike smjene vlade.
d.c je zelen, puno parkova, malo cak i vuce na osijek, no sve mi to izgleda kao kopija pariza ili chelsea. Postoji jedna engleska dekadentna uzrecica koja kaze:
Osim Londona i Pariza sve ostalo je pejzaz (landskape). Izgleda da je tako i s Philly i DC.

Na putu nazad iz dc za philly aerodrom, takva je kisa pala da sam vozio 40 mph i trebalo mi je oko 5 sati da dodem nazad umjesto 3 sata koliko mi je trebalo da dodem tamo. cool stvar je sto sam vozeci do washingtona prosao kroz 4 drzave! Iz pennsilvanije, u delaware, u maryland do d.c-a. Naravno sve states su potpuno jednake, osim sto sam na istocnoj obali prvi puta ove godine ugledao jesen. Nisam u L.A-u ni primjetio da su listovi zuti ili da otpadaju, ili da ima kakve promjene u temperaturi. sve je isto zeleno i uvijek toplo. Kada sam stigao nazad na aerodrom, po uzasnoj kisurini kakvu nisam vidio ne pamtim, kazu mi da je let utkazan zbog nevremena i da nema nista do sutra popodne, a ja moram nazad na posao u ponedeljak. tako da sam morao malo sizit i zalit se, i nakom prosjedovanja, stavili oni mene u let za vegas, i iz vegasa morao cekat 6 ujutro da doletim nazad na lax. i onda odmah sa aerodroma na posao. dakle vozio 5 sati, cekao na aerodromu 3-4 sata, letio 4 sata do vegasa, cekao/spavao na aerodromu 5 sati, letio do l.a jos sat, vozio se sa lax-a do posla sat i radio 8, sve u jednom cugu!

To vam je to, braco i sestre, slozit cete se, podosta buran vikend koji je mogao biti ustigljeni poslovni trip, a zavrsio je sve osim...
poslat cu/objavit slike uskoro, cak sam i uslikao ervatsku ambasadu.

cujemo se...Love + Peace...mr. B

petak, 03.11.2006.

PoVodom IzboRa

Prilozen je duzi, ali savrseni politicki komentar jednog od mojih najdrazih komentatora sa MSNBC-a.
Pakujem se za trip. Bit ce hladno za poludit...
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SPECIAL COMMENT
By Keith Olbermann
Anchor, 'Countdown'

On the 22nd of May, 1856, as the deteriorating American political system veered toward the edge of the cliff, U.S. Rep. Preston Brooks of South Carolina shuffled into the Senate of this nation, his leg stiff from an old dueling injury, supported by a cane. And he looked for the familiar figure of the prominent senator from Massachusetts, Charles Sumner.

Brooks found Sumner at his desk, mailing out copies of a speech he had delivered three days earlier — a speech against slavery.

The congressman matter-of-factly raised his walking stick in midair and smashed its metal point across the senator’s head.

Congressman Brooks hit his victim repeatedly. Sen. Sumner somehow got to his feet and tried to flee. Brooks chased him and delivered untold blows to Sumner’s head. Even though Sumner lay unconscious and bleeding on the Senate floor, Brooks finally stopped beating him only because his cane finally broke.

Others will cite John Brown’s attack on the arsenal at Harper’s Ferry as the exact point after which the Civil War became inevitable.

In point of fact, it might have been the moment, not when Brooks broke his cane over the prostrate body of Sen. Sumner — but when voters in Brooks’ district started sending him new canes.

Tonight, we almost wonder to whom President Bush will send the next new cane.

There is tonight no political division in this country that he and his party will not exploit, nor have not exploited; no anxiety that he and his party will not inflame.

There is no line this president has not crossed — nor will not cross — to keep one political party in power.

He has spread any and every fear among us in a desperate effort to avoid that which he most fears — some check, some balance against what has become not an imperial, but a unilateral presidency.

And now it is evident that it no longer matters to him whether that effort to avoid the judgment of the people is subtle and nuanced or laughably transparent.

Sen. John Kerry called him out Monday.

He did it two years too late.

He had been too cordial — just as Vice President Gore had been too cordial in 2000, just as millions of us have been too cordial ever since.

Sen. Kerry, as you well know, spoke at a college in Southern California. With bitter humor he told the students that he had been in Texas the day before, that President Bush used to live in that state, but that now he lives in the state of denial.

He said the trip had reminded him about the value of education — that “if you make the most of it, you study hard, you do your homework, and you make an effort to be smart, you can do well. If you don’t, you get stuck in Iraq.”

The senator, in essence, called Mr. Bush stupid.

The context was unmistakable: Texas; the state of denial; stuck in Iraq. No interpretation required.

And Mr. Bush and his minions responded by appearing to be too stupid to realize that they had been called stupid.

They demanded Kerry apologize to the troops in Iraq. And so he now has.

That phrase — “appearing to be too stupid” — is used deliberately, Mr. Bush.

Because there are only three possibilities here.

One, sir, is that you are far more stupid than the worst of your critics have suggested; that you could not follow the construction of a simple sentence; that you could not recognize your own life story when it was deftly summarized; that you could not perceive it was the sad ledger of your presidency that was being recounted.

This, of course, compliments you, Mr. Bush, because even those who do not “make the most of it,” who do not “study hard,” who do not “do their homework,” and who do not “make an effort to be smart” might still just be stupid, but honest.

No, the first option, sir, is, at best, improbable. You are not honest.

The second option is that you and those who work for you deliberately twisted what Sen. Kerry said to fit your political template; that you decided to take advantage of it, to once again pretend that the attacks, solely about your own incompetence, were in fact attacks on the troops or even on the nation itself.

The third possibility is, obviously, the nightmare scenario: that the first two options are in some way conflated.

That it is both politically convenient for you and personally satisfying to you, to confuse yourself with the country for which, sir, you work.

A brief reminder, Mr. Bush: You are not the United States of America.

You are merely a politician whose entire legacy will have been a willingness to make anything political; to have, in this case, refused to acknowledge that the insult wasn’t about the troops, and that the insult was not even truly about you either, that the insult, in fact, is you.

So now John Kerry has apologized to the troops; apologized for the Republicans’ deliberate distortions.

Thus, the president will now begin the apologies he owes our troops, right?

This president must apologize to the troops for having suggested, six weeks ago, that the chaos in Iraq, the death and the carnage, the slaughtered Iraqi civilians and the dead American service personnel, will, to history, “look like just a comma.”

This president must apologize to the troops because the intelligence he claims led us into Iraq proved to be undeniably and irredeemably wrong.

This president must apologize to the troops for having laughed about the failure of that intelligence at a banquet while our troops were in harm’s way.

This president must apologize to the troops because the streets of Iraq were not strewn with flowers and its residents did not greet them as liberators.

This president must apologize to the troops because his administration ran out of “plan” after barely two months.

This president must apologize to the troops for getting 2,815 of them killed.

This president must apologize to the troops for getting this country into a war without a clue.

And Mr. Bush owes us an apology for this destructive and omnivorous presidency.

We will not receive them, of course. This president never apologizes.

Not to the troops. Not to the people. Nor will those henchmen who have echoed him.

In calling him a “stuffed suit,” Sen. Kerry was wrong about the press secretary.

Mr. Snow’s words and conduct, falsely earnest and earnestly false, suggest he is not “stuffed,” he is inflated.

This is our beloved country now as you have redefined it, Mr. Bush.

Get the satellites who orbit around you, like Rush Limbaugh, to exploit the illness — and the bipartisanship — of Michael J. Fox. Yes, get someone to make fun of the cripple.

Oh, and sir, don’t forget to drag your own wife into it.

“It’s always easy,” she said of Mr. Fox’s commercials — and she used this phrase twice — “to manipulate people’s feelings.”

Where on earth might the first lady have gotten that idea, Mr. President?

From your endless manipulation of people’s feelings about terrorism?

“However they put it,” you said Monday of the Democrats, on the subject of Iraq, “their approach comes down to this: The terrorists win, and America loses.”

No manipulation of feelings there.

No manipulation of the charlatans of your administration into the only truth-tellers.

No shocked outrage at the Kerry insult that wasn’t; no subtle smile as the first lady silently sticks the knife in Michael J. Fox’s back; no attempt on the campaign trail to bury the reality that you have already assured that the terrorists are winning.

Winning in Iraq, sir. Winning in America, sir.

There we have chaos — joint U.S.-Iraqi checkpoints at Sadr City, the base of the radical Shiite militias, and the Americans have been ordered out by the prime minister of Iraq … and our secretary of defense doesn’t even know about it!

And here we have deliberate, systematic, institutionalized lying and smearing and terrorizing — a code of deceit that somehow permits a president to say, “If you listen carefully for a Democrat plan for success, they don’t have one.”

Permits him to say this while his plan in Iraq has amounted to a twisted version of the advice once offered to Lyndon Johnson about his Iraq, called Vietnam.

Instead of “declare victory and get out” we now have “declare victory and stay indefinitely.”

And also here — we have institutionalized the terrorizing of the opposition.

True domestic terror:

Critics of your administration in the media receive letters filled with fake anthrax.

Braying newspapers applaud or laugh or reveal details the FBI wished kept quiet, and thus impede or ruin the investigation.

A series of reactionary columnists encourages treason charges against a newspaper that published “national security information” that was openly available on the Internet.

One radio critic receives a letter threatening the revelation of as much personal information about her as can be obtained and expressing the hope that someone will then shoot her with an AK-47 machine gun.

And finally, a critic of an incumbent Republican senator, a critic armed with nothing but words, is attacked by the senator’s supporters and thrown to the floor in full view of television cameras as if someone really did want to re-enact the intent — and the rage — of the day Preston Brooks found Sen. Charles Sumner.

Of course, Mr. President, you did none of these things.

You instructed no one to mail the fake anthrax, nor undermine the FBI’s case, nor call for the execution of the editors of the New York Times, nor threaten to assassinate Stephanie Miller, nor beat up a man yelling at Sen. George Allen, nor have the first lady knife Michael J. Fox, nor tell John McCain to lie about John Kerry.

No, you did not.

And the genius of the thing is the same as in King Henry’s rhetorical question about Archbishop Thomas Becket: “Who will rid me of this meddlesome priest?”

All you have to do, sir, is hand out enough new canes.

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Dobar huh? Cujemo Se....Mr. B