CBS are the bad ones?

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,144077,00.html

Mr. Gibson,

How can you say, “Sorry we blew up your town, but we had to do it. You let Al-Zarqawi set up shop there.”?

You expect the civilians who live in Fallujah to keep Al-Zarqawi from setting up shop in their city? Are you serious?

Look at what it took the American Armed Forces to get him and his cronies out of there.

Would you say the same thing to an American city, if it were overrun by a Terrorist Group? I think not.

And then I just love the following comment you made, “These are people who just don't get it. These are people for whom reality is a distant moon orbiting their strange little world.”

I think you have it wrong here. Those poor terrorized civilians in Fallujah are living in reality. You are the one who’s reality is on a distant moon.

You have made many unbelievable comments in the past, but this one takes the cake.

p.s. No I do not hate Americans. I may disagree with some of your Governments policies, but I respect the American ‘people’, the same way I respect the Iraqi ‘people’, but not their former dictator. The only thing I don’t respect is idiotic comments like the one you’ve made. I’d love to see you try to defend your comment.

DB

Zippo

This is futile!

What're you looking for?

Some roaches. I'm homeless man.

Ah, yes.

You know how many people smoke a spliff, before going to the movies?

Oh yeah, for sure. You can always smell it when you walk past here.

Got a light?

Sorry man, I don't smoke.

Don't be sorry. Make sure you stay like that.

Why don't you quit?

I'm homeless man.

Ah.

Oh look! I found another one!

DB

Obsession

Not CK.

DB.

I'm the Stranger...

Standing in the train,
with his Parka on his head,
staring at the door, staring at the wall.

I saw him again, and now I know it's a man.
Although this time it was on an hour later train,
but on the same car, second from the front.

I watched him, and he behaved the same as before.
When he heard somebody coming, he'd get all nervous,
and try his hardest to face away from where they were coming.

But he slipped up, and I could see his face for a split second.
It was a thin, long face,
maybe the same age as me.

I wondered if he saw that I was watching,
and if he knew that somebody had seen him.
Did he care?

He departed at the Exhibition again,
and I wondered how he buys his train tickets.
Does he go to the cashier, or buy them through the machine?

DB

Danger!

Storm, what storm?

Once again, the storm that was supposed to hit the GTA,
is less than what was expected.

Why do I let myself, over and over again,
get my hopes up, when I should know better?

It really does seem that the weather forecasters
have been wrong 99% of the time lately.

Should we accept this,
or should we be complaining?

I can't help but think that these completely wrong forecasts,
impact the economy in many ways.

I look out the window at the traffic on the Gardiner,
which is lighter than normal.

Have people stayed home again, as happens whenever there is a
Winter Storm Warning?

It seems that Toronto has a barrier around it,
a type of force field that keeps the Storms North and South of us.

Should I really believe that Monday will be 13C?
Last week they were calling for 13C THIS week, but I'm freezing my @$$ off!

LR has repeatedly told me I could be a meteorologist.
Sure, I could make uneducated 'guesses' too...

DB

Conspirator

After working late last night,
I made my way to Union Station,
and boarded the 7:43 PM Westbound Train.

I was sitting on the lower level,
at the West end of the second car,
facing towards the front of the train.

A passenger,
man or woman I could not tell,
boarded and stood at the doors.

This passenger was wearing a Parka,
with the hood over their head,
all zipped and buttoned to the top.

A beautiful,
blonde haired woman boarded,
and sat across the aisle from me.

She took off her coat,
and proceeded to make a phone call,
all the while looking at this intriguing passenger with the Parka.

I then watched with some vigilance
this Parka wearing passenger,
who was acting strangely.

This person did not want to make contact
with anybody boarding or walking past;
turning their face to keep from making eye contact.

I never could see this persons face,
unable to tell whether they were male or female.
It was beginning to get a little disconcerting.

I started to get unreal thoughts,
that this person could be a radical,
who would cause waste to this train.

These thoughts were doubtful,
but I couldn't help but strategize
as to what I would do if something did happen.

I was looking around me
to see what type of people were on the train,
and how I could use their help if needed.

As the doors closed,
this 'radical' turned towards the doors,
looking out the window.

This was a position that they could keep,
without having to face any person.
Or were they scheming?

I wondered what they would do if the conductor came by,
asking to see their ticket.
Would this be a trigger for them?

We arrived at the first stop,
Exhibition,
and the doors opened.

The Parka wearing passenger turned,
and walked to the open doors.
Was this it?

They stepped off the train,
and walked across the platform
to the exit from the station.

Nothing happened.

It was a pleasant letdown.

Maybe this person had some mental health problems.

Maybe they had a very serious phobia.

What an imagination I have... lol.

DB

Go Dream

I was taking the train into Toronto from Burlington, with EM. We were coming through the Etobicoke area.

Somehow, I had walked out the front of the train, and was standing outside the front door, holding on for dear life. The engineer saw me out there, but let me stay out there. The thing is, although I was afraid for my life, I didn’t want to come inside.

There was a stopped train on the tracks, and we were heading straight for it. I was worried that we were going to plow into the back of the train, and that I would die, but we were able to switch to the track on the right of the train, just in time.

We continued on, to Exhibition station, where we stopped to pick up more passengers. I could have gone inside the train at this point, but was content to ride outside the front door.

We then went on to Union Station, where I departed the train, with EM, and we walked through the Royal York Hotel, and on through the underground to work.

DB

Kicked in the Back

Last week, I had my nieces and nephews over
for an afternoon and night of some Xbox.

During the night, my nieces slept on my sofabed,
and my nephew slept in my bed.

I had heard that he is a very restless sleeper,
so I was trying to think of how to keep him under control.

I had him sleep under my comforter on one side of the bed,
and I'd sleep on the other side, on top of the comforter.

I used another blanket for myself,
and thought that having this arrangement would keep him from hitting me.

That didn't last long though.
It wasn't soon after he fell asleep that he first hit me in the face.

He was rolling around the bed, flopping his arms around,
hitting me in the face with his hands, and my back with his legs.

Several times he'd be lying sideways,
with his legs pressed into my back.

I went onto the floor at one point,
thinking I could get more sleep this way.

I slept for a while this way,
but then went back onto the bed, because the floor was too hard.

Needless to say, I didn't sleep much that night.

DB