HomeLatest ThreadsGreatest ThreadsForums & GroupsMy SubscriptionsMy Posts
DU Home » Latest Threads » Xipe Totec » Journal
Page: 1 2 3 4 Next »

Xipe Totec

Profile Information

Member since: Thu Apr 8, 2004, 06:04 PM
Number of posts: 33,419

Journal Archives

Money is not Free Speech; It is the Opposite of Free Speech. It is Bought Speech. nt

A long time ago, in a place far, far away, called Houston

When I was younger, several lifetimes ago, I found myself in a strip club...

Where I locked eyes with a beautiful stripper... Naked as the day she was born...

We locked eyes throughout her entire performance...

Why? Because her face, and her eyes especially, were the most stunning feature of that gift to humanity.

Her body was beautiful, but no more beautiful, or special than so many bodies I have seen before... Thousands of bodies...

But that face... and those eyes...

I was enchanted.

And I saw that she was too; engaged in that connection.

After her performance, she came by, to my place at the bar.

We had a long conversation.

She told me of her dreams and aspirations. Of her struggle to stay in college. Of her desire to continue and get a degree....

I learned that stripping was her way to get the money she needed to continue her college education.

We talked for a long time. About life, about ironies, about the sacrifices and compromises we need to make to survive....

She was at that moment in my life, one of the most coherent human being that had ever had a conversation with me.

We parted company, I left a hefty tip, and I NEVER SAW HER AGAIN. That was over forty years ago.

I've always wondered about her; how she did, whether she reached her goals...

But one thing that was clear to me from that point forward, and for the rest of my life, is that the most beautiful human feature is the face, and especially the eyes... Those parts of the body that are open and exposed to all other human beings around, exposed at least in Western culture, are the sexiest, most attractive, most enticing, most intriguing parts of our bodies...

Our faces, and our eyes...

Vemödalen...



From:

http://www.buzzfeed.com/danieldalton/my-pain-has-a-name#.shLVV5W7qG

Con la cara que hiciste, ya me dijiste

With the face you made, there's no more to be said.

Spanish proverb.

Lewis Black on Evolution


Mel Gibson Being Brutally Honest

http://www.hulu.com/watch/274916

Sorry I don't know how to embed the video.

Hope you enjoy it.

Why is SNL Season 12 not available anywhere?

Episode 8 has to be the the best episode of SNL ever produced. And you can't buy it anywhere.


This is just one excerpt: Star Trek V The Restaurant Enterprise.

http://www.hulu.com/watch/329226

Which is your favorite Easter Egg Roll?



PSA: It has come to my attention that many of you don't know what a taco is

The literal definition of a taco is a long cylindrical object.

These, which some call taquitos (little tacos) are actually tacos:



These, which some call tacos, are actually chalupas:



They are called chalupas because of their shape like boats called chalupas.



These, which some call chalupas, are actually tostadas:



I don't know what this is, but some claim it is a chalupa:



And this is just gross:




Thank you for your attention.



“The Great Arizona Orphan Abduction” by Linda Gordon

In 1904, a group of New York nuns delivered 40 mostly Irish but entirely Catholic orphans to a remote Arizona mining town to be adopted by local Catholics. What happened next is the subject of historian Linda Gordon’s compelling new book: For their act of Christian charity, the nuns were rewarded with near-lynching and public vilification of an intensity hard to fathom today.

As Gordon makes clear in writing so alive that it makes the reader smell sagebrush and white supremacy, the Eastern nuns didn’t realize that, in turn-of-the-century Arizona, Catholic also meant Mexican, and Mexican meant inferior. How could a dirty, amoral Mexican (terms that were among the nicer descriptions of the would-be foster parents in newspaper accounts and sworn testimony) raise a white child? To Western whites, the nuns were depraved white-slavers selling children to drunken-whore savages.

Local whites (nearly all Protestant, and therefore ineligible to receive the sisters’ charges) rioted and “liberated” the children from their Mexican foster parents, all of whom had been carefully vetted by the local (white) priest in accordance with the Sisters of Charity’s well-established system. Many white Arizonans concocted stories claiming they’d seen
Mexicans pay a priest on receipt of a child, or claiming that the sisters promised them children if they’d ante up. As Gordon plausibly sees it, these manufactured memories helped them to make sense of why another white would deliver helpless white children to the clutches of near-animals — and also legitimized their “rescue” of the children.

The sisters sued to win back the children, promising that they’d be placed with Catholic, and — having learned their lesson — white parents. Indeed, the sisters abandoned the Mexicans entirely, claiming they would have never given the children to them had they “known.” Interestingly, the suits were all civil; no criminal charges were ever entertained, let alone filed, against the vigilantes, although they were kidnappers whose treatment of the sisters and the Mexicans was brutal. When the mob first came for the sisters to “voluntarily” give up the children, 100 people crowded into their hotel lobby, with 300 more outside threatening the nuns with tar and feathers. Many were armed, and several called for a rope.

“In the street a sheriff sat on horseback, with a revolver, like the other men,” one sister later wrote. “Women called us vile names, and some of them put pistols to our heads. They said there was no law in that town; that they made their own laws. We were told to get the children from the Spaniards … If we did not we would be killed.”

The case eventually reached the U.S. Supreme Court, where, unsurprisingly, whites’ right to protect their racial purity, their societal supremacy and their right to state-sanctioned violence remained sacrosanct. The “rescued” children grew up with nice, white criminals as parents and role models, across the tracks from their erstwhile Mexican-American parents, none of whom were allowed to testify, file written statements or even enter the courtroom. The great orphan abduction — in which Mexican-Americans tried to do the right thing and were nearly massacred for it — was settled entirely among whites.


http://www.salon.com/1999/12/13/gordon_3/
Go to Page: 1 2 3 4 Next »