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Smile at Me-World Peace via International Friendship

[ Saturday, April 17, 2004 ]


My grandfather's farm was nestled in a little valley in the Adirondack mountains of upstate New York. We visited a week in the summer every couple of years when I was small. A minor creek snaked across the meadows in a lazy S, forking at one point, with the majority of the flowage proceeding uneventfully to a drainage ditch at the back of the property, and the lesser waters spilling over a pebble strewn creekbed to the south. I recall warm summer days where the high flung clouds played shadows across the grass and the sun broke through to reveal all the myriad colors in the stones at the bottom of that rivulet we called a river. Three young nimrods went forth with a maiden aunt to catch the wylie fish those summer days, chubs that men our father's age used for bait to catch real fish. When you are young and have nothing else to compare them to, any fish that bites at the end of your line is a grand trophy. The bait was as close as the edge of the cow pasture, right at the end of our shovel. By the end of the afternoon a half dozen chubs swam in the bottom of an old dinged up milk pail. Back to the farmhouse we trudged, dragging said pail. If grandmother was in a good mood you could let the chubs swim in the hand sink she had in the mudroom at the back entrance of her house. What fun we had, calling mom and dad to see our catch swimming in that washbasin. Then it was off to clean up for supper. Somehow the fish escaped the sink in our absence, every last time. At the back porch contented barn cats sat licking their lips, and in the hay growing behind the barn a small brown fieldmouse nibbled a seed and didn't become some barn cats supper that night. When the sun barely fell we were tucked away for the night, listening to frogs serenade us from the creek we had fished that afternoon. All was right with the world.

David Blaine [9:52 AM]

[ Thursday, April 15, 2004 ]


What did he know? When did he know it?

Although many people have been questioning whether Bush had advance warning of 9/11, I haven't been harping on that. I know that many people threaten many terrible things which never come to fruition. But once something does happen, and the cat is out of the bag, then someone has to be accountable. In what may become the most damaging question of all, the 9/11 Commission is asking why president Bush allowed the evacuation of about 140 Saudi nationals only 2 days after the disaster took place. Air travel was locked down, but these 140 Saudi citizens were allowed to leave the country without questioning. Considering that most of the hijackers were Saudis doesn't it seem convenient that their countrymen were all allowed to leave the scene of the crime with a wink from the White House? Read more about it at Boston.Com

David Blaine [5:05 PM]

[ Wednesday, April 14, 2004 ]


Weapon of Mass Destruction Found

I saw it on the television last night. Another suicide bomber, killing his own political future. If I had to give that speech I would have stayed so far away from the words "weapons of mass destruction" you would have needed to get on a bus to go find them. Reactions are mixed across the country. People who were angry with the president before saw little to turn their minds in any other direction, and his supporters saw what they wanted to see, and continue to stand by him. He did have one thing correct. He stated that the Iraqi people won't stand to be occupied forever, and the American people won't stand for it either. I hope he remembers those words. From the looks of the news, the Iraqi people are already done standing for it, along with the majority of the U.S. Still Bush remains adamant, "I am not going to loose the election" he said. We'll see, we'll see.

David Blaine [8:45 AM]


Nothing is new under the Sun

The Government
by Carl Sandburg

THE Government--I heard about the Government and
I went out to find it. I said I would look closely at
it when I saw it.
Then I saw a policeman dragging a drunken man to
the callaboose. It was the Government in action.
I saw a ward alderman slip into an office one morning
and talk with a judge. Later in the day the judge
dismissed a case against a pickpocket who was a
live ward worker for the alderman. Again I saw
this was the Government, doing things.
I saw militiamen level their rifles at a crowd of
workingmen who were trying to get other workingmen
to stay away from a shop where there was a strike
on. Government in action.

Everywhere I saw that Government is a thing made of
men, that Government has blood and bones, it is
many mouths whispering into many ears, sending
telegrams, aiming rifles, writing orders, saying
"yes" and "no."

Government dies as the men who form it die and are laid
away in their graves and the new Government that
comes after is human, made of heartbeats of blood,
ambitions, lusts, and money running through it all,
money paid and money taken, and money covered
up and spoken of with hushed voices.
A Government is just as secret and mysterious and sensitive
as any human sinner carrying a load of germs,
traditions and corpuscles handed down from
fathers and mothers away back.

This was written sometime between 1900 and 1910

David Blaine [4:27 AM]


Bush and Cheney lost dozens more votes again today....

David Blaine [4:04 AM]

[ Tuesday, April 13, 2004 ]


No Fu*&%ng Way

Additonal U.S. Troops needed in Iraq
low estimate 10,000
high estimate 80,000

Timetable to exit
short estimate 2 more years
long estimate 10 more years

Bringing back the draft?
No Fu*&%ng Way.

If Bush wants to loose this election, just keep it up.

David Blaine [6:20 PM]


David Blaine [6:11 PM]

[ Sunday, April 11, 2004 ]


Happy Easter Everyone!

David Blaine [5:01 AM]