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So the chicken and the egg are in bed together, and the egg is smoking a cigarette with a very smug satisfied look. The chicken on the other hand looks a bit miffed and says, "Well I guess we've solved THAT mystery."

I'm tired and I can't be as eloquent as Dubya right now. Either way I stand by the points I tried or think I tried to make. Maybe it came out wrong. I'm just frustrated that people don't seem to care that others are dying, so long as it's not close to home.

Ya think? Maybe this is because you live in the US instead of Afghanistan or Israel. You might even be dead now now you lived there. You could be one of the "accidental" casualties. Well I guess it would be different if you were living there. If something doesn't please Bush, it's "send the planes and bomds". Let's see how many Iraqi civilians die in next few months. Also maybe the dEbacles wouldn't exist if it weren't for him anyway.

USA you really shouldn't talk shit about a whole culture if you can't take some joshin' about your mom.

How do you check someone's IP address? There's a few people I'm suspicious of.

1) I don't feel the need to point out anything else since if I or anyone else in this country wants the Israeli point of view, all we have to do is turn on CNN or pick up a newspaper. 2) No Sharon didn't stop Arafat from going to the Arab summit. He only said that it would be a one-way ticket, ie: he couldn't go back to Palestine. Then he has the gall to say he wants to attend the arab summit. What do you think the world would have done if the Arab leaders had said, "Oh yes, he's welcome to attend, but we won't let him go back to Israel." They would have been called terrorists of course etc etc. 3) I'm not sure what your point was, but mindsets can change. And it is up to the party which is more power to make the first move, since it has the means to do so. 4) How much time have you got? Because this could take a while and instead of taking up space here, maybe you'de be interested in doing some research yourself. http://www.electronicintifada.org/diaries/index.html I found this pretty interesting since many of the writers aren't even arab. Also on the same website there are news clippings from several INTERNATIONAL newspapers. http://www.electronicintifada.org 5) My original reply was a sarcastic comment for USA who is a racist human being, and the result of a lobotomy and many harmful drugs. I'm tired of racism and tired of war, and tired of hate. I really don't want to continue this discussion, because it will involve much regurgitation of previous points, and I think stupid threads need to die a natural death. But if you feel the pressing need to reply, or crave my opinion on the matter, or simply want to show that you are right, then please be my guest.

No I'm not trying to get peole to think otherwise. In fact I believe that the people who bocome suicide bombers are mentally unstable. But insead of just stopping there, I wonder what could drive so many people to have so little regard for human life, including their own. And it would seem to me that these people have nothing to live for. When they don't even have the basic needs that you and I ak for granted, and are humiliated beyond belief, and they see no hope of peace, what have they left except what they see as revenge? And it would also seem to me that Israel is trying to cure the symptoms of this problem istead of the cause. They go around assainating the terrorists and "by mistake" kill civilians who get in the way. Instead why don't they try to go to the roots of the problem? Why don't they try giving Palestinian people some hope of peace rather than rejecting any effort. For example, why didn't sharon allow Arafat to go to the arab summit to discuss the Saudi peace proposal? It doesn't seem like the act of a man who wants peace. And my reason for pointing all things out that are now taking place in palestine is to show that a legal government is behind this, educated people with homes and money, and their actions are sanctioned by a world superpower. It is not merely the work of some person deranged with grief and hopelessness and the pointlessness of life. Goverments here are stooping to the level of suicide bombers, only it is worse because they inflict the same things on other people that they have had done to them, and in this case always in a much more deastating way.

Oh my god! You mean NYC is really going to become like Israel? Really? Does that mean arab women are going to be forced to give birth at checkpoints because the army won't let them get to a hospital? Does that mean arab people will be buried in parking lots because the morgues are overflowing with the rotting dead, and ambulances aren't allowed to take them to cemeteries? Does it mean that people will be without electricity, running water or phone lines? Does it mean that if your 10 year old child goes out during a curfew that he will be shot in the head? Fighting terrorism? How is a 10 year old boy a terrorist? I suppose they have to get 'em young right? Well goodness now I'm scared. Why don't you pull your head out of wherever it was when you wrote this garbage, try breathing some fresh air and take a look at what's happening in the world. Or better yet, hop on a plane and head over to ramallah and walk around there for a while.

Nope. No wisdom this time. After all it's senseless to argue with a cow isn't it? Just a sarcastic and pointless comment completley apropriate for the tone this thread has taken. Still if it eases your frustrations to spell names wrong and what not, then please go ahead dear. Personally I'm not wasting any more of my time on this thread. Good luck in the world, and hope you never get to live on the other side of this mess for your own sake.

Wow you guys are getting very far with your attitudes. You're doing just as well as they are in the peace process. Why don't you continue picking on details, twisting words, and being generally agressive and lets see how long and boring we can make this topic. Good job.

You know what? When I see some of your refences and bibliographies, then I'll feel the need to provide my own. For the time being all I can provide you with is an eye-witness account of some of the things I've seen. I'm may be half arab, but I also have jewish and israeli friends. And I don't hate jews aor israeilis in general, I hate people who who are bloodthirsty fanatics (on both sides), and I sure as hell hate the Israeli government for not trying to make an effort to stop the violence, and instead issues threats and carries many of them out. I hate the israeli goverment for killing my people, in more ways than one. When they bomb UN refugee camps and bomb them again two hours later when they know the firemen are trying to put the fires out and drag out as many of the bodies and pieces of bodies as they can, only to end up as nothing more than some charred bits of flesh and splatters on the wall. And then they have the nerve to call it an accident. If you want your "facts" look up Quana. In fact I hate politicians in general, because most of them are filthy minded bastards who don't give a shit about the country they're running and even if they harm their own people as long as they gain their own ends, no matter how many lives are lost along the way.

Instead of trying to get people to prove you wrong, you could try thinking for yourself and having your own opinions and feelings based on logic and reasoning. Do you read arabic? Because I do, and even though I'm not moslem, I've read the Koran, and no where in does it say "Kill all non-moslems." But if we were going by that logic, what about the crusades and the spanish aramada? Does this mean that all christians want to kill all non-christians? In addition, there are lots of countries and places where moslems live in peace with christians and jews. It's people like you (on both sides) that cause trouble with their single mindedness and racism. As to the other arab countries not taking in the refugees, some of them simply can't. Take Lebanon for example. An economy mainly based on tourism, what do you think the war in the middle east has done for it? The country has one of the highest rates of unemployment and is going bankrupt, and you want them to take in more people so they can all starve together in united arabness? And lastly, the Israeli government cannot possibly want peace with the actions it's taking. And I'm just curious, what would holding the body of someone you love, who had only 1/3 of their head do to you? Would it possibly make you want to fight back and take revenge? Just a little?

Well pretty much peace in the middle east is a dream. Sharon is is a dirty player and is doing everything he can to provoke the palestinian people and other arabs into retaliating, so he can have an excuse to kill off more people. Especially now that he can use the "war on Terrorism" thing to say that oh, they're terrorists. "We've stolen their land, treat them like dirt, kicked half of them out of their country, kill their children, stop ambulances from getting to their wounded, and for some reason they're mad and are fighting us. Why? they're evil terrorists." And Zinni will go to the middle east, call a whole bunch of people who are trying to get some freedom terrorists. Say that Arafat should do more to srop the violence. And will go back home safe and sound home. Hopefully Sharon won't be re-lected.

Thanks. I'm glad you liked it. Needed to get it out of my system anyway.

*This story is slightly long winded, so read as a bedtime story, or hide in folder and pretend to be consulting notes during boring meeting. *This story is soft-porn, and the author shall not be held responsible for anyone who's errmm.. urges were unable to be fulfilled. *This story is not all true, but it's not all fantasy either hehehe... *This story is mainly from a girl's point of view, so I'm not sure it'll satisfy evryone. Definitely titilate a few people though. *And last of all, never accidentally put a paper plate in a bagel toaster. Last night I saw him again. But this time, it was more than a fleeting glimpse or brief conversation. It was the typical high school love story. Boy meets girl. Boy and girl try to kill each other. For three years, we used to fight, call each other names and make fun of each other in front of the other kids. The third year I tried to kill him by hitting him over the head with a chair. Luckily, I didn’t succeed, but I did end up on my ass in front of the whole class which did make me hate him (more than usual) for a lot longer than I should have. By the fourth year, as my hormone levels built up to levels never before achieved, I began to notice that he was pretty tall, and that he was kind of filling out in all the necessary places. I also began to notice the way his dark hair was… well very dark, and how deep his honey eyes seemed, especially when we were in the middle of exchanging some sarcastic nastiness, which occasionally bordered on snide flirtatiousness. That was the year he was expelled from school for chucking part of a desk out of the window. Would have gotten away with it, except there was a professor a few feet away from its landing area. After that, I finished my last year of school and traveled halfway across the world to go to college. A year and a half later, while home for vacation, I spotted him all of a sudden at my friends campus where we had been playing basketball. He saw me at the same time and gave an enthusiastic hello. I was acutely aware that I was sweaty and scruffy, while he, on the other hand looked like something out of a Versaci ad. However I rallied quickly, gathered my wits and said, “bllrg nrrf.” I tried again and this time got as far as “hello.” He asked me if I was studying at that university now, and I again with my quick thinking wit, parried with, “No.” So he said, “umm…ok…goodbye” and that it was nice seeming me again and then left. Later I theorized that it was all the blood that had gone to my face (and other areas that had lain dormant for quite some time), that had left my brain so neglected. But looking back on it somewhat objectively, he seemed somewhat shy and flustered as well. Yesterday, two years later, I saw him at a club. It was late, and I was winding down from my music high, when I thought I saw a familiar face. I looked again and saw him only a few feet away. I smiled hugely, saw my smile reflected in his mug, and we started walking towards each other, even while my one still functional brain cell told me I was a being so cheesey he could probably smell me. We tried to talk, but the music was too loud and his breath against my ear was making my nipples hard, and a sending a feeling of hot honey to my legs. And I couldn’t tolerate that for too long without any promise of satisfaction. So we settled for dancing. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He’d only changed for the better. His hair was shorter but it suited him. I’m not sure how long we danced or who made the first move, but we both stopped dancing, and were closer and closer to each other, until I could see the fine stubble of his beard, and smell him. A mixture of a fresh-smelling cologne, soap, and some kind of musk that only men seem to produce. Our lips brushed. Our bodies got closer. My breasts (what there is of them) were crushed against him, and I could feel him hard against my stomach. I buried my head in his neck, trying to inhale him, like some sort of drug, but better than any chemical man could possibly buy. He hugged me back, running one hand though my hair, and pulling slightly, while the other caressed the small of my back, under my shirt, and just above my pants. I shuddered, and looked back into his eyes. We both understood that we had to leave. We were silent on the way back to his hotel, but it was a comfortable silence. We both knew what was going to happen, and that there was no avoiding it. None of the usual thoughts went through my mind. I didn’t worry what he’d think of me tomorrow morning. Or more importantly what I’d think of myself. Because sometimes your brain just can’t win the battle with your body, and even better, sometimes there’s no need to. His hotel suite was almost at the top of a high-rise, and I could look down at the city lights from the semicircular living room with glass walls. I again marveled at how far away I was from home, but then looked over at him, and finally understood that corny line so many people had fed me. “Home is where the heart is.” Well at this point I’m not sure how involved my heart was, but it was definitely lust at first sight, and that was something I hadn’t experienced in a while. Usually shy and non-aggressive, I walked straight up to him, told him I’d missed him, then proceeded to kiss him very … very slowly, nibbling his lips, flicking my tongue over them, while trying to press every inch of my body against his. He responded gently and just as teasingly at first, but soon deepened the kiss, crushing me in his arms, while doing indescribable things with his hands that made me shudder a hundred times. I stepped back when I started to feel light-headed and tried to catch my breath. Then I plunged back into the fray, unbuttoning his shirt, and kissing every new inch of dark olive skin I exposed. He quivered violently and sighed deeply, then stopped me when I started to nibble and lick his nipples. He kissed me again, smiled wickedly, picked me up with a flourish and a cheesey smile, and laid me on the ottoman. I peeled off my shirt, and I saw his eyes go molten with desire, as he stared for a couple of seconds as my nipples puckered even more in the slight cold of the air-conditioned suite. Deciding upon the quickest way to warm them up for me, he stroked and gently pinched one with one hand and began to suck on the other. I could feel the slight scratchiness of his beard, and the tickle of the soft hair on his chest, and it almost drove me over the edge. In between sighs and quivers, I urged him to be more aggressive. He switched stations, and began to rub my clitoris with his knee. It was at this point that I realized both our pants were severely impeding our progress. I succeeded in flipping him over, kissed him some more and then tried to fling off all unnecessary articles of clothing (ie: all of them) as quickly as possible, but he stopped me mid-fling and did it himself, kissing me where clothing had previously been. Then kissing me some more… and then it was sort of a pink haze for a while, punctuated with small moans and deep sighs. Not wanting to be selfish, I stopped him breathlessly and stripped him with agonizing slowness. I ran my hand through soft curls, until I met with a solid obstruction. He wasn’t excessively large, but was doing very well in the circumference department. I closed my hand around him (or tried to), and squeezed gently, feeling the intense heat radiate into my fingers. I then started him off on his journey into insensibility, watching his beautiful eyes glaze over as my mouth closed over him, and my fingertips lightly stroked his tense buttocks, my nails grazing them. After a while we both stood up and tried to make it to the bed, stumbling and stepping on each other’s toes, because we were trying to kiss in light provided only by the pulsating city outside the windows. We never made it. He sandwiched me between himself and the wall, and lifted me up slightly (since I was a bit shorter than him, and lowered me with tormenting slowness onto his cock. We both let out enormous sighs simultaneously, as his hands cupped my buttocks and I wrapped my legs around him. I felt myself tighten around him as I tried to make him part of me. The heat coming off of him. The curls tickling me deliciously. Then I was about to make a wise-ass remark about him having to be pretty strong to be able to lift me, when he started to move. Everything was a blur after that, involving lots of wetness, friction, and a look in his eyes that turns me on just by thinking about it. After that I lost consciousness. Kidding. But it really is pointless to try and put something as enormous and earth-shattering as that experience was in words. So I’ll leave it to the imagination. We fell asleep in each other’s arms and even though my arm was like limp spaghetti in the morning from him laying on it all night, it was worth it. I woke up thinking, “He’s so pretty.” Soon after that I ceased to think again… Disclaimer: