Short input today, Easter is coming up. Just read about the Christian Warriors who planned murder on policeman with a little bit of bombing on the side. Are they any better than the average Muslim fundamentalist? Aren’t you pretty much a totalitarian when you need to kill those you disagree with? I’m sorry, but what is wrong with these people? This is a perfect example of how misguided belief is lead into the wrong kind of forest. They are not walking in the garden of prosperity, but in the wasteland of mayhem, anarchy and disorder.
http://www.vg.no/nyheter/utenriks/artikkel.php?artid=595277
tirsdag 30. mars 2010
Footprints in the sand.
I turn
around
to see the
footprints I
have made in
the sand like the
history of a walking
man.
You
can’t
learn too
much from
this footprints
but you can easily
follow my steps to the
end of the world.
Would you?
around
to see the
footprints I
have made in
the sand like the
history of a walking
man.
You
can’t
learn too
much from
this footprints
but you can easily
follow my steps to the
end of the world.
Would you?
fredag 26. mars 2010
Anti-what, Mr Gerstenfeld?
Well Manfred, I live in Norway and I am not anti-Israel or anti-Semitic. I am just anti anyone that use religion for self righteousness. I am anti on the use of religion as a flag for killing, corruption, anti-humanity, plunder and oppressing.
http://www.aftenposten.no/nyheter/uriks/article3578213.ece
But what need to be understood is that this behavior is not a new thing. The usage of religion as a weapon is not a new-age wave in the Business of Belief. The crusaders killed and looted in the name of Christ. The Muslims fought their way into Europe with booth the Ottoman Empire and the Maures and fight like crazy within their own circle. Religion surely finds its way into the troops anyway you see it. If your God wills it, it’s justified and it is all a political bullshit game. Religion has held hands with politics since the beginning of its cult, just to win believers and destroy its rivals.
There is no pureness left in religion, as I see it, and Israel, among others, has to take a long and deep stare into its own behavior to find the reason for any anti-Semitic attitude anywhere in the world. I can’t say this means I’d wear a PLO scarf and go marching down the street demonstrating in the name of Palestine either, ‘cause I believe the situation would be as bad for Israel as it is for Palestine if the table was turned. Israel just have the advantage of being the stronger side.
What need to be done is looking forward, but when you all focus on the past like it’s all that matters, you will never get any progress. The important issue is how we can ensure a better future for our children instead of teaching them hate and violence. No one in the Western part of the world dislike Israel for no reason, but every time someone utter a dislike for Israel the anti-Semitic hand is waving in the air. If people can’t express any disliking for Israel without being accused, then we are dealing with absolutes and a totalitarian way of thinking.
http://www.vg.no/nyheter/utenriks/midtosten/artikkel.php?artid=585467
And Israel just keep coming with the anti-Semitic banner again and again, like it’s a trump card. Who said Great Britain was Israels dog? By calling anyone a dog in this way suggests that they are owned by you. This behavior is what causes any anti-Semitic attitude in the first case. You drape yourself in white to hide your bloody, dirty hands as just truly sanctimony people are capable of doing. There is a reason for why Muslims drape them self in bomb-belts, even if that is as wrong as the oppressing, but it is not something you can look 50 yrs back in time to figure out. Thousands of yrs of history has shadowed any pure religious agenda. What we see today is the dirty religions laundry piling up. Now we don’t have a washing machine big enough to clean all the blood off the cloths, not enough hands to scrub of all the dirt and not enough minds to change a bent way of thinking.
It is all a shame, but Israel is not the cause alone. To understand you have to study the history of religion, the misuse of every known religion out there. We do not have the prosperity of mankind in mind if we keep up this abomination. Look back at the past to learn from history, not to dwell on any wrongdoing. Killing is a part of the inheritance in the human gene pool. To find peace, even as naive as it sounds, we must overcome the problem of war, of separating races and belief and seeing thy self as the rightful heir of anything. We are one. Living on the same planet. And we must act as one.
http://www.dagbladet.no/2010/03/25/nyheter/israel/utenriks/politikk/10997308/
To me it looks like Mr. Gerstenfeld WANT us to be anti-Semitic to promote his own agenda which seems to be of selfish reasons. What else than to grab his 15 minutes of shame, to put his face forward. By attacking others in this manner, you stir up the pot and the anti-Semitism that lay dead start to rise and swirl around in people’s heads. Who is responsible for this I ask. What do you have to gain from this behavior? The agenda must be about you, Mr. Gerstenfeld.
It is a shame that people focus more on their religious differences then a human bond between every single human. As I said, we do live on the same planet, and no belief in a God should devide us.
http://www.aftenposten.no/nyheter/uriks/article3578213.ece
But what need to be understood is that this behavior is not a new thing. The usage of religion as a weapon is not a new-age wave in the Business of Belief. The crusaders killed and looted in the name of Christ. The Muslims fought their way into Europe with booth the Ottoman Empire and the Maures and fight like crazy within their own circle. Religion surely finds its way into the troops anyway you see it. If your God wills it, it’s justified and it is all a political bullshit game. Religion has held hands with politics since the beginning of its cult, just to win believers and destroy its rivals.
There is no pureness left in religion, as I see it, and Israel, among others, has to take a long and deep stare into its own behavior to find the reason for any anti-Semitic attitude anywhere in the world. I can’t say this means I’d wear a PLO scarf and go marching down the street demonstrating in the name of Palestine either, ‘cause I believe the situation would be as bad for Israel as it is for Palestine if the table was turned. Israel just have the advantage of being the stronger side.
What need to be done is looking forward, but when you all focus on the past like it’s all that matters, you will never get any progress. The important issue is how we can ensure a better future for our children instead of teaching them hate and violence. No one in the Western part of the world dislike Israel for no reason, but every time someone utter a dislike for Israel the anti-Semitic hand is waving in the air. If people can’t express any disliking for Israel without being accused, then we are dealing with absolutes and a totalitarian way of thinking.
http://www.vg.no/nyheter/utenriks/midtosten/artikkel.php?artid=585467
And Israel just keep coming with the anti-Semitic banner again and again, like it’s a trump card. Who said Great Britain was Israels dog? By calling anyone a dog in this way suggests that they are owned by you. This behavior is what causes any anti-Semitic attitude in the first case. You drape yourself in white to hide your bloody, dirty hands as just truly sanctimony people are capable of doing. There is a reason for why Muslims drape them self in bomb-belts, even if that is as wrong as the oppressing, but it is not something you can look 50 yrs back in time to figure out. Thousands of yrs of history has shadowed any pure religious agenda. What we see today is the dirty religions laundry piling up. Now we don’t have a washing machine big enough to clean all the blood off the cloths, not enough hands to scrub of all the dirt and not enough minds to change a bent way of thinking.
It is all a shame, but Israel is not the cause alone. To understand you have to study the history of religion, the misuse of every known religion out there. We do not have the prosperity of mankind in mind if we keep up this abomination. Look back at the past to learn from history, not to dwell on any wrongdoing. Killing is a part of the inheritance in the human gene pool. To find peace, even as naive as it sounds, we must overcome the problem of war, of separating races and belief and seeing thy self as the rightful heir of anything. We are one. Living on the same planet. And we must act as one.
http://www.dagbladet.no/2010/03/25/nyheter/israel/utenriks/politikk/10997308/
To me it looks like Mr. Gerstenfeld WANT us to be anti-Semitic to promote his own agenda which seems to be of selfish reasons. What else than to grab his 15 minutes of shame, to put his face forward. By attacking others in this manner, you stir up the pot and the anti-Semitism that lay dead start to rise and swirl around in people’s heads. Who is responsible for this I ask. What do you have to gain from this behavior? The agenda must be about you, Mr. Gerstenfeld.
It is a shame that people focus more on their religious differences then a human bond between every single human. As I said, we do live on the same planet, and no belief in a God should devide us.
mandag 22. mars 2010
Ah want my rockers bad.
What is rock n roll all about? I ask myself as I read yet another Tabloid Headline in the newspaper about the recent bad boy Pete Doherty, the notorious drug fueled Libertines/Babyshambles singer who regularly serve us pieces of his public life through a scandal-hyped news window. Everybody loves a good story, even if the story isn’t good. That is the case about a lot of the stuff written about Mr. Doherty. The fellah is totally into his drug train and a lovable artist for every newspaper without respect for its self. Most of what you can read about Pete Doherty in the papers are of low news value, but he is getting shitloads of bad boy credibility every time. He is, despite the fucked up role model he may be, exactly what I am looking for in my rockers. Let’s mention a couple of our long lost heroes: Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Brian Jones, Janis Joplin, Jerry Garcia, Kurt Cobain, Shannon Hoon, Keith Moon, Andrew Wood… do I need to mention more tombstones here?
It is by all means a tragic fact that all of these artist are dead, dead because of a life influenced by drugs. I do not intend to idolize drugs in any way, but the way of drugs are a natural part of the rock culture and the picture of the bad boy syndrome following a rock n roll career. When the industry clean up their acts they provide much more healthier role models for the kids, but what is the essence of rock, what is it all about? It’s rebellion. It’s chicks, groupies and all the sex you want. It’s sweat, bare chests and long hair. It’s flying solos, it’s hard beating drums and speakers going up to 11. It’s crazy stories, madness and total chaos. It’s great freakin’ songs with attitude, attitude that reflect the bands image, an image that reflect the bands personality and upbringing. Bad fuckers with a great talent for hard shit and who knows how to throw a party. Rock it after all just another fantastic freak show.
If this isn’t a part of the history of rock n roll, then I don’t know what it is. But all the rock stars I ever loved, is a drug crazed lot of buggers. But great non the less. So when a funny guy like Pete Doherty comes along, it is either a blessing or a cures. What is , however you categorize him, a fact is that he carries that rock aura of madness and craziness with him. Even if I’m not so much into the music he plays, he is a true rocker and will one day pay the prize or harvest the glory. Pete is just what I want rock n roll to be; dirty, raw, fucked up and a total hazard. When rock becomes too clean it loses the edge that made it in the first place. I don’t want nobody to choose that kind of life or to wish them dead of overdoses or causing the death of others. Every time a performer dies it saddens my heart and it saddens people around them. But when a complete accident of a rock star strolls onto the scene I embrace him like a rare gem.
If this is a bad sign about myself I don’t know. All I know is that I pay tribute to all the rock stars dead or alive, rockers that at least try to live up to the myth. Some of them survive, some of them fall to the ground. I thank all of them for the music they provided and wish they would still be alive.
http://www.vg.no/musikk/artikkel.php?artid=584288
It is by all means a tragic fact that all of these artist are dead, dead because of a life influenced by drugs. I do not intend to idolize drugs in any way, but the way of drugs are a natural part of the rock culture and the picture of the bad boy syndrome following a rock n roll career. When the industry clean up their acts they provide much more healthier role models for the kids, but what is the essence of rock, what is it all about? It’s rebellion. It’s chicks, groupies and all the sex you want. It’s sweat, bare chests and long hair. It’s flying solos, it’s hard beating drums and speakers going up to 11. It’s crazy stories, madness and total chaos. It’s great freakin’ songs with attitude, attitude that reflect the bands image, an image that reflect the bands personality and upbringing. Bad fuckers with a great talent for hard shit and who knows how to throw a party. Rock it after all just another fantastic freak show.
If this isn’t a part of the history of rock n roll, then I don’t know what it is. But all the rock stars I ever loved, is a drug crazed lot of buggers. But great non the less. So when a funny guy like Pete Doherty comes along, it is either a blessing or a cures. What is , however you categorize him, a fact is that he carries that rock aura of madness and craziness with him. Even if I’m not so much into the music he plays, he is a true rocker and will one day pay the prize or harvest the glory. Pete is just what I want rock n roll to be; dirty, raw, fucked up and a total hazard. When rock becomes too clean it loses the edge that made it in the first place. I don’t want nobody to choose that kind of life or to wish them dead of overdoses or causing the death of others. Every time a performer dies it saddens my heart and it saddens people around them. But when a complete accident of a rock star strolls onto the scene I embrace him like a rare gem.
If this is a bad sign about myself I don’t know. All I know is that I pay tribute to all the rock stars dead or alive, rockers that at least try to live up to the myth. Some of them survive, some of them fall to the ground. I thank all of them for the music they provided and wish they would still be alive.
http://www.vg.no/musikk/artikkel.php?artid=584288
fredag 19. mars 2010
Why are we so hung up on this?
I can’t say I find it interesting what sexual presences other people have, but why do we need to mark every homosexual out there with signs on them like they are Jews living in a Nazi occupied territory? The only reason why knowing another man is homosexual is because you are interested in the same fun or activity, if you follow me. We force people to take a stand and speak out with comments like “I am gay and proud”. If I went out saying I was straight and proud, I guess some people would find me a bit anti-gay. But somehow society has a really hard time getting over the fact that some men like having sex with other men. If that’s your ball-game, fine, I don’t care. I don’t need to know, and the media are dragging this kind of coming-out-game on every gay performer out there. It's such a big deal to them that they (media or whoever need to know) have created a "Closet" for them to hide in, or to come out of.
Sure it was no surprise to seeing this fella in the papers with this “confession” and coming out officially as gay, but why do we need this? Do we also need to know if a politician likes S&M, if he's a foot fetishist or if he likes dressing up? I read in the papers some years ago about a “Lesbian Sado Priest”, as they called her. Whatever, if that’s what she likes does that hurt anyone? If Erlend Bratland likes men, do we need it announced on the news on TV, in the papers and treat it like it means something? Isn't it his business, a part of his privacy?
As long as two grown people are doing something they like it’s their business and no one elses. Society should stop branding every gay person like a cow to know what area he belongs to. Sure, I can’t understand that someone prefer men instead of women, but that doesn’t mean I must built up a hate relationship with gay people. What I ask is WHY are so many people, out there, AFRAID of gay men when they at the same time embrace the look of girl-girl scenes. If two girls kiss at a party it is socially accepted and some may even cheer enthusiastically. If two guys do the same it would sicken a lot of the people present. Double moral at its best, don't you think?
I won’t make a longer rant than necessary about this, but the last say here, in this totally uninteresting post, is that you should respect thy neighbor, and stop branding everyone around you. If this post makes you wonder about my sexuality, then read it again and ask yourself why you wonder.
http://www.dagbladet.no/2010/03/18/kjendis/erlend_bratland/norske_talenter/homofili/10912265/
Sure it was no surprise to seeing this fella in the papers with this “confession” and coming out officially as gay, but why do we need this? Do we also need to know if a politician likes S&M, if he's a foot fetishist or if he likes dressing up? I read in the papers some years ago about a “Lesbian Sado Priest”, as they called her. Whatever, if that’s what she likes does that hurt anyone? If Erlend Bratland likes men, do we need it announced on the news on TV, in the papers and treat it like it means something? Isn't it his business, a part of his privacy?
As long as two grown people are doing something they like it’s their business and no one elses. Society should stop branding every gay person like a cow to know what area he belongs to. Sure, I can’t understand that someone prefer men instead of women, but that doesn’t mean I must built up a hate relationship with gay people. What I ask is WHY are so many people, out there, AFRAID of gay men when they at the same time embrace the look of girl-girl scenes. If two girls kiss at a party it is socially accepted and some may even cheer enthusiastically. If two guys do the same it would sicken a lot of the people present. Double moral at its best, don't you think?
I won’t make a longer rant than necessary about this, but the last say here, in this totally uninteresting post, is that you should respect thy neighbor, and stop branding everyone around you. If this post makes you wonder about my sexuality, then read it again and ask yourself why you wonder.
http://www.dagbladet.no/2010/03/18/kjendis/erlend_bratland/norske_talenter/homofili/10912265/
A hundred days and it`s on.
Trying to understand the meaning of life is like trying to understand reality when you`re on acid or like trying to grasp the air between the palm of your hands. At the same time it is as meaningless to explain my love for Roskilde as it is to explain love for a person. It`s like, how can I explain why I had such a huge crush on this girl when I was sixteen. I just loved her immensely. Roskilde is a grand event of a festival but is that a reason alone to love it?
I’m sitting here drinking a glass of broth that makes me think of pee instead of fake, freeze-dried vegetables. When I drink the broth small pieces of the fake vegetables float into my mouth and make a strange squeezing sound when I chew on them with my front teeth. It is horrible, but somehow I keep drinking it. Outside the weather is in the early phase of pre-spring, when the heat of the sun is teasing your icy bones and making you long even harder for sweet summertime. It is at this very day a hundred days until the biggest event of the year swing its gates open. It is one hundred days until it starts and I am counting the days like a kid before Christmas, like a seventeen year old teenager with psychotic strict parents sweating out the days until he can get drunk with his buddies without getting in trouble. I am waiting like a madman about to be released from the loony bin, like I have been spending 14 yrs in prison and about to launch into freedom. What I do, actually, is trying to understand my love for the Roskilde Festival, and a tear rolls down my cheek with the realization of two tickets carefully mounted to the fridge with a magnet, like it`s a mental shrine.
It’s 14 yrs since the last time I held a ticket to the Roskilde Festival in the palm of my hands. Like the GnR song “14 years” it’s been a freaking long time since I went to my “Woodstockian” festival utopia. It’s been 14 yrs of longing, remembering, embracing memories and serving “The tale of when I went to Roskilde” to my friends and anecdote-sharing with people I meet who also have done The Roskilde Thing. It was back in `96. I was 18 yrs. Immature. And totally ignorant on the prospect of rain. I did not watch a weather report, did not bring a raincoat or rubber boots. Luckily it was sun all week long and I got sunburned like the too high idiot I was. I bought the ticket and togged along a classmate and his friends, and shared a train compartment with 6 girls from Tønsberg (no this was not as exciting as it sounds).
This time I am 32 but I feel like I’m that 18 year old kid again. But this time I am a hell of a lot more mentally prepared. This time I KNOW what I have to look forward to and it tickles my balls like anthill (I do not know what that feels like for real, but metaphors tend to be my kind of glove). The tickets are mounted to my fridge with a toy magnet and have increased in prize and nostalgic value. That immense love affair I had with the festival 14yrs ago is like a huge crossroad in my mind, like BC and AD is to the Christian community. Before and after Roskilde. And all I can do is check onto the webpage, everyday for news of bands, bands, bands. Who tha fuck is coming this year, who is playing, who is headlining, who-Who-WHO?? But it is not so much about the music as it is about the journey, about the feeling of being in that state of wonder, horror and joy. And still I can’t figure out just what it is that sets of a swarm of butterflies through my stomach each time I re-read the band list. I can only say one thing; Ah’ll freakin’ see ya there, dude.
I’m sitting here drinking a glass of broth that makes me think of pee instead of fake, freeze-dried vegetables. When I drink the broth small pieces of the fake vegetables float into my mouth and make a strange squeezing sound when I chew on them with my front teeth. It is horrible, but somehow I keep drinking it. Outside the weather is in the early phase of pre-spring, when the heat of the sun is teasing your icy bones and making you long even harder for sweet summertime. It is at this very day a hundred days until the biggest event of the year swing its gates open. It is one hundred days until it starts and I am counting the days like a kid before Christmas, like a seventeen year old teenager with psychotic strict parents sweating out the days until he can get drunk with his buddies without getting in trouble. I am waiting like a madman about to be released from the loony bin, like I have been spending 14 yrs in prison and about to launch into freedom. What I do, actually, is trying to understand my love for the Roskilde Festival, and a tear rolls down my cheek with the realization of two tickets carefully mounted to the fridge with a magnet, like it`s a mental shrine.
It’s 14 yrs since the last time I held a ticket to the Roskilde Festival in the palm of my hands. Like the GnR song “14 years” it’s been a freaking long time since I went to my “Woodstockian” festival utopia. It’s been 14 yrs of longing, remembering, embracing memories and serving “The tale of when I went to Roskilde” to my friends and anecdote-sharing with people I meet who also have done The Roskilde Thing. It was back in `96. I was 18 yrs. Immature. And totally ignorant on the prospect of rain. I did not watch a weather report, did not bring a raincoat or rubber boots. Luckily it was sun all week long and I got sunburned like the too high idiot I was. I bought the ticket and togged along a classmate and his friends, and shared a train compartment with 6 girls from Tønsberg (no this was not as exciting as it sounds).
This time I am 32 but I feel like I’m that 18 year old kid again. But this time I am a hell of a lot more mentally prepared. This time I KNOW what I have to look forward to and it tickles my balls like anthill (I do not know what that feels like for real, but metaphors tend to be my kind of glove). The tickets are mounted to my fridge with a toy magnet and have increased in prize and nostalgic value. That immense love affair I had with the festival 14yrs ago is like a huge crossroad in my mind, like BC and AD is to the Christian community. Before and after Roskilde. And all I can do is check onto the webpage, everyday for news of bands, bands, bands. Who tha fuck is coming this year, who is playing, who is headlining, who-Who-WHO?? But it is not so much about the music as it is about the journey, about the feeling of being in that state of wonder, horror and joy. And still I can’t figure out just what it is that sets of a swarm of butterflies through my stomach each time I re-read the band list. I can only say one thing; Ah’ll freakin’ see ya there, dude.
onsdag 10. mars 2010
The sickness within.
The sickness within, when the body seem corrupt the blood cells will mutate and attack from within the border, killing its own kind. There is no way to explain it, why white blood cells suddenly change their behavior and try to pull down the structure it also is dependent on to exist. If all falls down, chaos will come and from chaos comes order or anarchy.
It is surely a sign of sickness when cells starts attacking other cells, but where the sickness lies is a question of prospective. The cells do not attack what it see as perfectly healthy, but what it sees as sick, as decadent and depraved. If you believe this to be absolute you act upon it. Somewhere things have to change, somewhere human kind must change its ways and see life as a common course, see that we are all walking on the same path and to reach the goal we must collaborate to pull mankind’s biggest challenge off the doomed wagon. We are fucking up, big time, and we are the ones with the power to change that. If civilization breaks down, it will put us up to the final test and I believe it will put us to the wall for extinction if our ways don’t change.
Are we nothing but a parasite on a rock moving through space, are we clinging onto a host that eventually will try to shake us of and kick us into the cold darkness of the universe? And don’t believe the hype of how precious life is, if we where no more, the universe would not even notice our absence.
Cynical? Well, make a diagnosis and find a cure. Nature always does.
http://www.vg.no/nyheter/utenriks/artikkel.php?artid=579810
It is surely a sign of sickness when cells starts attacking other cells, but where the sickness lies is a question of prospective. The cells do not attack what it see as perfectly healthy, but what it sees as sick, as decadent and depraved. If you believe this to be absolute you act upon it. Somewhere things have to change, somewhere human kind must change its ways and see life as a common course, see that we are all walking on the same path and to reach the goal we must collaborate to pull mankind’s biggest challenge off the doomed wagon. We are fucking up, big time, and we are the ones with the power to change that. If civilization breaks down, it will put us up to the final test and I believe it will put us to the wall for extinction if our ways don’t change.
Are we nothing but a parasite on a rock moving through space, are we clinging onto a host that eventually will try to shake us of and kick us into the cold darkness of the universe? And don’t believe the hype of how precious life is, if we where no more, the universe would not even notice our absence.
Cynical? Well, make a diagnosis and find a cure. Nature always does.
http://www.vg.no/nyheter/utenriks/artikkel.php?artid=579810
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