This is my "rant" blog, my on line diary is here at www.yusefsjournal.blogspot.com. Here are the things I cannot change....but I bitch about them anyway. Religion, politics...the stuff you talk about in University taverns.
"Go, and take your God Damned Che T-shit with you"
This important piece by Howard E. Morseberg should be widely distributed on every college campus in America: "If you wear a Che t-shirt, then my friend, go where your convictions take you. Go where you can earn $8.00 (U.S.) a month and live with Fidel and his brother, Raul. Have the courage of your convictions, and do, MOVE there. At least give us one person who will raft to Cuba for the benefits of Communism ala Castro! Just one of you Che-lovers, move, please leave here and move to Cuba. How have your college instructors failed you, not to tell you the truth about Cuba or Communism. How have they betrayed you? My eyes fill with tears when I think of their duplicity, their inhumanity through their lies.
"Move, where you have to apply to the government for housing, for even a can of paint to fix up your home, where the plumbing falls apart and you cannot call a plumber, where the telephone fails to work and cannot go to a store to buy one, where there is not a skateboard to be found, nor a cell phone for your daughter. Where you cannot raise vegetables in your garden out back to sell for an extra few dollars for medicine or clothes, where it is illegal to have a yard sale, where you cannot buy a new car when you want one, nor a used one. Where you cannot afford to take a date out at night to a fine restaurant, where you cannot buy your children Christmas presents, where you cannot buy an extra pound of hamburger to feed guests. Where your daughter finds a tourist to date, to sell her body, so she can have a new dress. Where there are no toys, no roller-blades, no computers in beautiful stores, where there is no Wal-Mart, no Long's Drugs, where there is not even a decent beer you can buy to drink when you're watching a football game on a new, color TV. You cannot even invite four or five or six friends over to watch with you, because that's forbidden.
"Look at your home and ask, if my government owned this, what would it be like with peeling paint, broken steps, falling shutters, buildings falling apart from Castro's neglect? Your parents' home, all paid off, suddenly is taken by the government and their life's savings gone. Your grandfather's farm, gone. Now the fields lie fallow.
"Yes. Move to a country that has the highest number of prisons per capita in the world. Move to a country where torture is standard fare for those who only want a Free Press, who only want to read any book they'd like. Suffer in a small box like torture cell, as they do. Move to a country where the Government actually OWNS your children and can do anything they like with them, even teach them how to use guns in First and Second grades. Move, prove YOU are a real Communista, a died in the wool revolutionary, and go, with my blessings...as well as those of millions of other Americans. Deprive yourself of your comforts. Well, there you don't have to do so, because Castro and his police will do that for you.
"Yes, I have friends who risked their lives during the heyday of Communism, to leave Hungary, Poland, Czechoslovakia, Bulgaria, Russia and Cuba, actually took the risk of being shot or going to prison, to follow their longing for FREEDOM. YOU, who wear those Che emblems, have the courage to take a trip and live in Cuba, not in a Canadian financed fancy motel, but somewhere outside the Tourist Zone, live there for five or ten years, or a lifetime, in decrepit state owned housing and suffer the life that you wish upon the Cubans, suffer with them and learn what tyranny really is all about. But do...GO. GO. GO.
And take your G** D*** Che t-shirt with you. GO!"- Howard E. Morseburg
Apparently the female students at Bryn Mawr College in Philadelphia have taken to putting a couple of handfulls of flour in condoms...and they squeeze them as a sort of stress relief toy during exams and I presume while waiting for pregnancy tests to come back. Okay....this may not be unexampled...however, she had a couple of them in her purse as she attempted to board a plane. "Aha!" said the arresting officer, "cocaine filled condoms!".
An understandable error...after all, drug dealers move coke in condoms all the time right? Well, yeah....INSIDE the poor mule, and you would expect the error would be discovered when they did the test, or so you would assume right? Nosirree Bob! The flour tested positive for cocaine! So the field tests showed that they contained opium and coke! (Sure they did! We all believe you Officer Twit!)
Well,it took a hundred and eighty grand to make it all go away.....
So go on over to the full story and shake your head! What we have here is either tunnel vision on the part of the arresting officer (gee, that never happens, does it Mr. Donald Marshall?) or a contaminated opiate test kit, or some idiot doesn't know what the titration colours mean.