A few questions to Cindy Sheehan.

Here’s the case. Cindy Sheehan – do you remember the woman who’s son went to the war in Iraq and got killed? Then she wanted her questions answered by the president himself by being present near his ranch in Texas? Well, with all my anti-war nature and being all against that shit, I have a few questions to ask Cindy:
1. do you, Cindy, know how many Iraqis your son had killed before being killed by those who have an unalienable right to defend their country for no matter what?
2. where were you when your son was watching TV with violent cartoons on Sunday morning?, or maybe every day?
3. have you ever bought him another version of Nintendo with the war games as a Christmas gift that he enjoyed with his friends?
4. have you ever spoken to him about what the war and killing others was all about?
5. have you ever told him that life and human dignity means exactly as much to others as it does to you?
6. have you ever switched your TV off right in front of your son’s eyes in the middle of the movie with S. Stallone, Ch. Norris or B. Willis?
Can you answer at least one of these questions to me, Cindy, please…

In the morning.

A complete stillness of the air in this morning can be so healing, no single movement of a twig in the trees around. The smell of the air is refreshing and the colours of nature can nurture thoughts, mood and feelings for the whole day. Surprisingly there are no birds ever-chirping in the neighborhoods – is it a sign of weather change? Possibly not, because it already changed from cloudy to sunny yesterday. Total silence around as if all the traffic has stopped on a near-by highway. The sun is making its way through thinning, morning clouds. Oh, wait a minute – there are two birds talking to each other, did they wake up to the brighter sun? It's going to be another good day...

Why do I like reading the blogs.

I just realized this simple fact that I really like reading the blogs. Why is it so? No question - these smaller and bigger pieces of information tell me something about simple and ordinary people's life. The stories are written from the bottom of the heart of their authors. The most important thing is that they are completely free from typical corporate media bullshit, lies and deception. Nobody censors the blogs, nobody puts any priority about what goes first on air and what's of less importance for people to know. Nobody lies to me that I am witnessing the world as it reveals and comes under my roof from the most trusted news media in the world. I don't want to see any talking heads in fashionable suits that are ever present in my magical black box, revealing to me "their" truths that I have to learn and be truthful to. I don't care if everything is written or otherwise served to me according to the rules of "correct writing" that people can learn during 8-10 night sessions courses at the local college. I love looking at people's everyday shots from their environment, learning about poverty of children in Haiti or someone's motorcycle ride across the continent. I like simple people stories about their life and what they do and think in their everyday life.