Why I Write ...

Purely as a form of expression to the emotions that run riot in my life at different junctures. This blog has seen several title revisions that also reflect the state of being and evolution I am constantly in. If one were to remain stagnant in hope of never changing their temporal present, one will awaken someday to much regret. Life is about living, evolving and adapting to the constant changes all around us.

My spot on the web is essentially a journey along with my monologue ramblings of my coherent mind accompanied by the incoherent thing called life. Read me if you like ... if you don't it is not the end of the world. I am at the very least a believer in humility lifts us further than pride.

Happy trails

12 December 2008

12 Days To Christmas ... Dec 12, 2008

I have been listening to some really interesting music over the last few days ... and then some really good dance stuff and suddenly it dawned on me that Christmas is creeping up on me again and I'm no where near started shopping or even putting up the tree.

What's Christmas without the tree and gifts for kids and everyone else who has the spirit of a child during the season to be jolly ho ho ho...

And then I chanced upon Achmed The Dead Terrorist's version of Jingle Bells oh I mean Jingle Bombs ... ahhaha you have to admit the words are way way too funny not to laugh even if perhaps the language is really not something for the wee ones ...

Have you ever caught this act?? Jeff Dunham and Achmed?? I've only ever seen them over YouTube - but I have to say Achmed's I KEEELL YOOOOUUUUU is too funny although perhaps sometimes borders on the ignorance of the American's of the world outside what they are fed by their governments (I wonder if the Obama administration will make a difference to the myopic "We're the World" Americans.

The link to Jingle Bombs if you can't catch the video (esp. if you're reading this via FB Notes) otherwise here's Achmed's Carolling ....

The Lyrics:
dashing through the sand with a bomb strapped to my back
I have a nasty plan for christmas in iraq
I got through checkpoint a but not through checkpoint b
thats when i got shot in the ass by the us military
jingle bombs jingle bombs mine flew up you see
where are all the virgins that bin laden promised me
jingle bombs jingle bombs your soldiers shot me dead
the only thing that i have left is this towel upon my head
i used to be a man, but everytime i cough,
thanks to uncle sam my nuts keep falling off!
my bombing days are done, i need to find some work
perhaps it would be much safer as a convenience store night clerk!
jingle bombs, jingle bombs, i think i got screwed
don't laugh at me because i'm dead