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I AM WRITER
* I'm in a writers circle, where we share our work
* I am really fair and balanced
* I know more words than you do
* I am fair and balanced (tm)
* Truth is so relative
* People ask me for feedback, and I like giving it
* I follow strunk and white
* I can clearly organize, making complex ideas easy to understand
* I'd write the full truth, if only they'd print it
* I'm drowning under the information fire hose
* I'd like to rewrite 2 times, 4 times, whatever, to make it perfect
* I read 3 books or more a week
* I always write the truth
* My dreams are powerful, vivid and memorable
* I'm upset people read less, and instead stare or mindlessly play more
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Sunday, June 8, 2008
LEST WE FORGET
It is a matter of history that when Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces, General Dwight Eisenhower, found the victims of the death camps, he ordered all possible photographs to be taken, and for the German people from surrounding villages to be ushered through the camps and even made to bury the dead.
He did this because he said in words to this effect: 'Get it all on record now - get the films - get the witnesses - because somewhere down the track of history some b*stard will get up and say that this never happened'
'All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing'
Edmund Burke
This week, the UK removed The Holocaust from its school curriculum because it 'offended' the Muslim population which claims it never occurred.
This is a frightening portent of the fear that is gripping the world and how easily each country is giving in to it.
It is now more than 60 years after the Second World War in Europe ended.
This tale is in memory of the
six million Jews, 20 million Russians, 10 million Christians and 1,900 Catholic priests who were murdered, massacred, raped, burned, starved and humiliated with the German and Russian peoples looking the other way!
Now, more than ever, with Iran, among others, claiming the Holocaust to be 'a myth,' it is imperative to make sure the world never forgets.
He did this because he said in words to this effect: 'Get it all on record now - get the films - get the witnesses - because somewhere down the track of history some b*stard will get up and say that this never happened'
'All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing'
Edmund Burke
This week, the UK removed The Holocaust from its school curriculum because it 'offended' the Muslim population which claims it never occurred.
This is a frightening portent of the fear that is gripping the world and how easily each country is giving in to it.
It is now more than 60 years after the Second World War in Europe ended.
This tale is in memory of the
six million Jews, 20 million Russians, 10 million Christians and 1,900 Catholic priests who were murdered, massacred, raped, burned, starved and humiliated with the German and Russian peoples looking the other way!
Now, more than ever, with Iran, among others, claiming the Holocaust to be 'a myth,' it is imperative to make sure the world never forgets.
~~Advice From A Caterpillar~~
The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of his mouth , and addressed her in a lanquid, sleepy voice
‘Who are you?’ said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly,
‘I -I hardly know, sir, just at present – at least. I knew who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.’
‘What do you mean by that?’ said the Caterpillar, sternly. ‘Explain yourself!’
‘I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,’ said Alice, ‘because I am not myself, you see.’
‘I don’t see,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,’ Alice replied, very politely, ‘for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.’
‘It isn’t,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,’ said Alice; ‘ but when you have to turn into a chrysalis – you will some day, you know – and then into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel a little queer, won’t you?’
‘Not a bit,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,’ said Alice; ‘all I know is, it would feel very queer to me.’
‘You!’ said the Caterpillar contemptuously. ‘Who are you?’
Which bought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar making very short remarks, and drew herself up and said, very gravely, ‘I think you ought to tell me who you are, first.’
‘Why?’ said the Caterpillar.
Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not think of any good reason, and the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she turned away.
‘Come back!’ the Caterpillar called after her. ‘I have something important to say!’
This sounded promising, certainly. Alice turned and came back again.
‘Keep you temper,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘Is that all?’ said Alice, swallowing down her anger as best she could.
‘No,’ said the Caterpillar.
Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said
‘So you think you’ve changed, do you?’
‘I’m afraid I am, Sir,’ said Alice. ‘I can’t remember things as I used to == and I don’t keep the same size for ten minutes together!’
‘Can’t remember what things?’ said the Caterpillar.
‘Who are you?’ said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly,
‘I -I hardly know, sir, just at present – at least. I knew who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.’
‘What do you mean by that?’ said the Caterpillar, sternly. ‘Explain yourself!’
‘I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,’ said Alice, ‘because I am not myself, you see.’
‘I don’t see,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,’ Alice replied, very politely, ‘for I can’t understand it myself, to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.’
‘It isn’t,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,’ said Alice; ‘ but when you have to turn into a chrysalis – you will some day, you know – and then into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel a little queer, won’t you?’
‘Not a bit,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,’ said Alice; ‘all I know is, it would feel very queer to me.’
‘You!’ said the Caterpillar contemptuously. ‘Who are you?’
Which bought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar making very short remarks, and drew herself up and said, very gravely, ‘I think you ought to tell me who you are, first.’
‘Why?’ said the Caterpillar.
Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not think of any good reason, and the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she turned away.
‘Come back!’ the Caterpillar called after her. ‘I have something important to say!’
This sounded promising, certainly. Alice turned and came back again.
‘Keep you temper,’ said the Caterpillar.
‘Is that all?’ said Alice, swallowing down her anger as best she could.
‘No,’ said the Caterpillar.
Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said
‘So you think you’ve changed, do you?’
‘I’m afraid I am, Sir,’ said Alice. ‘I can’t remember things as I used to == and I don’t keep the same size for ten minutes together!’
‘Can’t remember what things?’ said the Caterpillar.
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