Sunday, August 28, 2005

"...Closure"?

Talabani won't sign Saddam death sentence

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Sun Aug 28, 2:56 PM ET

BAGHDAD (AFP) - Iraqi President Jalal Talabani said in remarks that he would not sign a death sentence against his ousted predecessor Saddam Hussein even if it costs him his job.

"Once his (Saddam's) interrogation is over, he will go before a tribunal," Talabani told Dubai-based Al-Arabiya news channel in an interview.

Should a death sentence be issued against the former dictator, "I will not sign it," he said.
"I am a man of principles. I cannot forego my principles for the sake of my post. If there is a clash between the post and the principles, I will give up the post and keep the principles," Talabani said in a snippet aired in advance of the full interview broadcast.


Talabani said in May that he would not sign a death sentence against Saddam, whose trial on charges of crimes against humanity during his iron-fisted rule over Iraq is expected to come up within the next two months.

The Iraqi president, a vocal opponent of capital punishment, refused earlier this month to sign the first death sentences passed in Iraq since Saddam's ouster in April 2003, delegating his deputy to sign the relevant decree.

Human rights groups believe that the executions could set a precedent for sentencing when the high-profile trials of former regime figures, including Saddam, begin. Saddam is currently in US custody and held near Baghdad airport.

The Iraqi Special Tribunal filed charges against Saddam in late July over the 1982 killing of 143 residents of the village of Dujail, northeast of Baghdad, where he had been the target of a failed assassination bid.

The Iraqi government defended its decision to reinstate the death penalty despite a UN appeal for Baghdad to reconsider executing three convicted felons.

"We are faced with a reality in Iraq where people are murdering, and what we want is a sentence which punishes the hand that kills and the person who commits this crime," government spokesman Leith Kubba said last week.

UN special envoy to Iraq Ashraf Qazi had urged the government not to go ahead with the country's first executions since the 2003 overthrow of Saddam, who himself faces charges punishable by death.

Iraqi vice president Adel Abdel Mehdi had signed a decree authorising the execution of three men sentenced to death for kidnapping policemen and raping Iraqi women.

The men, suspected members of Al-Qaeda-linked group Ansar al-Sunna, were sentenced in May. The verdict was later approved by the Supreme Council for Justice, the highest judicial authority in Iraq.

The executions are due to take place in the town of Kut, 175 kilometres (110 miles) southeast of Baghdad, within the next few days.

It is not known how the government intends to carry out the executions.

During Saddam's regime, criminals used to be hanged, and disloyal soldiers faced the firing squad while other military personnel looked on.

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Disculpas a quienes no entienden el idioma. Culpen a mi huevonada.

¿...Por qué...se siente mal esto..? ¿Por qué, a pesar de las cosas tan inhumanas que se le atribuyen a Hussein de todos esos años...estoy en completo desacuerdo de que se le ejecute?

Detesto, aborrezco la forma en que los funcionarios de gobierno, u hombres de renombre en ámbitos variados, escapan de la mano de la justicia, y logran vivir el resto de sus vidas, aunque sea en exilio y escondidos, a salvo de hasta una conciencia.

Mueren inocentes. Asesinos escapan. Y el remordimiento sólo quizá le queda como sabor de boca a un pueblo que trata los juicios como pan y circo, toda una Roma de siglo XXI.


Que asco.


Le doy el beneficio de la duda. O ni tanto así. Creo que no me concierne. No le conozco. Aunque no me es indiferente.

Creo que...quiero que viva Hussein....




porque quiero que sufra....que sufra las aterradoras visiones de sus víctimas. Una. Y otra. Y otra vez.


Vivir no implica encontrar la paz ni un final feliz.

Saturday, August 27, 2005

'..maybe.'

Natural Selection.

Me sorprende, y a veces asusta, lo maduro que pueden ser los niños.

..Y me molesta, porque es pedirles, es obligarles a hacer --a ser-- algo que no deberían, por años y años más.

Pero..recuerdo con mucho, mucho afecto...y dulce nostalgia, la desesperación de una niñez que aparenta ser eterna, que no nos permite crecer lo bastante rápido. No conseguir convencer a terceros de que podemos, podemos proteger a quienes queremos.

..

Guardo la sensibilidad de ayer. Solo..envuelta en un cinismo a través del cual sólo tú puedes (...) ver.

Quizá...amé como una criatura. Pero,

(y si tantas veces quice esconder mi mirada...)

bien sabes,

(..y nunca me lo permitiste)

y reconociste, las pruebas y eternidades por las que mi mente....cuando menos mi alma siente..sabe que ha pasado.


Y el respeto, la preocupación....la admiración sincera, el cariño....


...la seriedad con la que siempre me trataste, forjaron...algo..


...alg..uien...


que toda una vida te lo agradecerá...


..Que quizo estar en delante, ahí, en todo momento de (tu improbable, porque eres un dios entre mortales) dolor o fragilidad, duda o cansancio, si tan solo para dejar que descansaras tu cabeza y buscaras esas respuestas que jamás dejarías que alguien más encontrara por ti. Que quizo ser tu fe en tiempos de flaqueza; tu valor en momentos de llanto; tu honorable, invencible, incansable guardián en momentos en que llegaras a pensar que hasta Dios te pudo haber olvidado...Seré.


....Será una deuda que jamás podré saldar.


Pero...supongo que puedo hacer a un lado mi ego...mi rencor...mi miedo...mi frustración..y esa compleja y aterradora sensación de impotencia..ante el tiempo y el destino...lo bastante como para vivir el resto de mis días..


..con la certeza de que, hoy por hoy y ayer, todo fue recíproco.


Aprendí. Cómo aprendí. Y, si no por ninguna otra cosa, por eso t...te....


..te amo.


..Y lo bailado, mon amour, eso quién me lo quita?



It seems to me like 'maybe' pretty much always means 'no'...


Seré alguien de quien puedas sentirte orgulloso.


..So don't tell me you "might just let it go".


...I asure you, these are the last tears the Sun will ever see.










...'Who needs the Kwik-E-Mart? Who needs the Kwik-E-Mart...?



I dooooooooooooo.'

...Rían. RIAN, carajo.


Sol para D.T. de Chivas. Woop woop.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

A Bumper Sticker's Worth.

"A picture is worth a thousand words."

So, how much is this bumper sticker worth?


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JAJAJAJAJAJAJA!!!


Saliendo del estacionamiento de la escuela, feliz de librarme de la última clase del día, que veo a una monjita subiendose a una Escalade.


Ergo.

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...Algún día encontraré a alguien con uno de 'Impeach God'.

Y se lo voy a piratear :D.

Spotted:
"It's called 'PMS' because 'Mad Cow Disease' was already taken."

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Moonlight Sonata.

(requiem)

Staring at the sea..
(‘...Will he come?’)

(In the blur of serenity,
where did everything get lost?
The flowers of naïveté
buried in a layer of frost.)













I bow down before the one I serve.

Thought she had it all before they called her bluff;
found out that her skin just wasn’t thick enough.
Wanted to go back to how it was before;
thought she lost everythingthen she lost a whole lot more.

Just a reflection,
just a glimpse;
just a little reminder
of all the “what about’s”
and all the “might have,
could have been’s.”


...There is no place I can go, there is no way I can hide..
it feels like it keeps coming from the inside.


A fool’s devotion - swallowed up in empty space.
The tears of regret - frozen to the side of her face.


Tried to save a place from the cuts and the scratches..
Tried to overcome the complications and the catches.
Nothing ever grows, and the sun doesn't shine all day;
tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away.


(...The smell of sunshine...I remember sometimes.)

“Anything at any price;
all of this for you.
All the spoils of a wasted life;
all of this for you.

“Tried faith, all worn and thin..
for all we could have done...
and all that could have been.

“I’ve done all I can do, could I please come with you?”


There is a hate that burns within,
the most desperate place I have ever been.


(“Got to get back to the bottom”—the big come down;
isn't that what you wanted?
To find a place with the failed and forgotten;
isn't that really what you wanted now?)

There’s always a way to forget,
once you learn to find a way how..


'There is no place I can go—there is no place I can hide..
it feels like it keeps coming from the inside.
..The closer I get the worse it becomes,
the closer I get the worse it becomes.'


(she doesn’t see her beauty;
she tries to get away.

“sometimes...it’s just that nothing seems worth saving.

I’d rather die, than..”
)

...I can’t watch her slip away.

‘I broke apart my insides, I’ve got no soul to sell..’

I won’t let you fall apart.


(she reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by,
hoping someone can see..


“..if I could fix myself I'd... - but it's too late for me.

I wont let you fall apart.”
)

If you could show,
help me to know,
how it’s
supposed to be ,
where did it go?


pleading
needing
bleeding
breathing
feeding
exceeding


...where is everybody?

trying and lying
defying denying
crying and dying:

where is everybody?



Is there hope for me,
after all is said and done?



Ocean pulls me close
and whispers in my ear:
The destiny I've chose
all becoming clear.
The currents have their say:
“The time is drawing near.”
Washes me away;
makes me disappear.


‘I descend from grace;
in arms of undertow
I will take my place,
in the great below.’



I can still feel you.


Trying to get back to where I’m from.























Now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be..
and I can see things I knew I really shouldn't see.


And now I know.


As black as the night can get...
everything is safer now.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

Me dueles.

..Samui. Samui, desu.

My bones ache, out of the blue. Why in Hell..?

My blood scalds me so bad, so suddenly, so violently, that it both startles and irritates the bejeezus outta me. Who—or what, mind me and my existentially aware/politically corrected way phrasing of this existential inquiry—the fuck did I manage to successfully piss off so bad this time?

What, indeed.

This, mind you, could be me ‘unconsciously empathizing a third party’s frustration’. It could. Could, I said. But it's not me goin’ nuts. Scratch that out. F’get that.


This feels..like an all-out...affront.

Who the fuck is getting me all riled up??

Something is changing, people; something is gonna happen. And you can quote me on that later, too. What gets to me is that I can’t get a good whiff of it—tell if it’s good or bad. But I have a very, very, veeery strong feeling that it’s gonna be a ‘maker’ or ‘breaker’ for a lot of people I know, and that just takes away yards from that innately short fuse, and a few more years off my life, too. And gets me all the more shifty and shit.

So, I’ll just go ahead and put the challenge, or invitation, pheh, out there:


Come out, come out, whoever you are...

..Come and get your piece.




Mis manos están frías de nuevo, de la nada. Y me dueles. Me dueles como si fueras mío.