Amazing French Army Animation

Video Here

Quote

“The easiest way to gain control of a population is to carry out acts of terror. [The public] will clamor for such laws if their personal security is threatened”. – Josef Stalin

To think that we are going trough this… I hope everyone learns from the past.. because it’s about to happen again.. unless WE change it..

Last Lecture by Randy Pausch…

Although there are many other inspirational videos/people/ etc…here’s one more..
For those who worry about the small stuff..>like some people I know< .

Have no Worries….

k . lates

Weird

So it’s been a while since I posted on here or on any other site. Yea don’t know what happened, but for some odd reason I need to post this information. So like always any info/opinions I post on here are mine and yea they are weird ones.

So a little history for all of you. When I was 12 going on 13 my father left my mother. Yea, so he decided to let us (my brother and I) know the day that she (my mother) decided to go visit some family. We lived in San Jose, CA — near Sacramento/Silicon Valley. She went to San Fernando.

Ok. Were was I,

He left her and told us when she was in LA. Now I’m not gonna get all into detail, just wanted everyone to know that they got separated and as some might already know we currently live with our mother today,

Know, on occasions, we talk to our father, you know, birthdays/etc. Really not talking but it’s something.

When I lived with my father, I would always do one thing. I would always grab one of his scotch tapes, he was a “Body Man” (he would fix damaged cars, like dents or any other body work)  and he always had tape. So when I used to grab one of his tapes, I would always waste it. Such as, making balls of tape, I would tape my hand. Every time I would do this he would always see me and, call me ( he would just say my name “Jorge”).

So it’s been more that 2 years since I have seen him, or done anything with that kind of tape.  But I managed to get some Yesterday.

**Due to me playing Semi Pro Football with the California Longhorns, I ended up injuring my knuckles on both hand (only two on the right and one on the left) and my thumb on my left hand, ***

My mother ended up finding some and telling me about it. I just don’t know what it is about that tape but, damn, I always find that I need to use it. Since I had no other tape, such as sports tape, I decided to use this tape to tape up my hands. Oh and make some tape balls, “Man to be a kid again”.

Seeing that my father was no longer with us, I started at the tape. It was late so I decided to got to sleep. My hands were taped up so, I am thinking that naturally the smell of the tape caused what I am about to tell you.

I had a dream that I was sitting in the living room, on the couch, taping my hands. sure enough some one knocks on our door and my mother answers it. *Come on by know you have guessed what happens**,

Yep it was my father, and soon as he looked at me, out came that one magic word to stop me. Jorge, ……………………………………….. I haven’t heard him call me that for over 9 years, He now calls me George. wow

So as soon as I had the dream, I woke up,  went to the bathroom, and yea, I took the tape off like I have always done in the past. Damn, even when he’s not here he knows,,,,,,,,

What’s even more weird is that, for some odd reason, when I dream of someone, something either happened or will happen to them. Nothing fatal just something (financial/injury/etc?) thank GOD, no deaths yet. I hope………..

Well if anyone knows why this triggered in my brain, please let me know, I will look it up, any info I find, will post about it.

k, lates

BROWSING

I’ve been browsing the internet for the past hour. Yea it’s Monday and early at that. Heck, it’s only 11:30. So, back to what I was saying, Browsing. Ok, I browse about 8-10 pages daily,<i know that you can just use rss viewers for most of them>, but when I browse I don’t need most of the story, all I need is the headline. Most times I will just start reading all of the stories, but most are the same. I am suprised that while I was reading most of these stories, I never comment. Weird, huh. Well not really, because I usually have nothing to say until I think about it, but then I just don’t want to type. So, If I do this then most of you might do the same, just read and not type. I know I heard this somewhere just can’t remember where. Well of to finish the rest of the pages, alright, lates……….