World Jewish Congress - Budapest mayor defends appointment of extreme-right theater directors

World Jewish Congress - Budapest mayor defends appointment of extreme-right theater directors

I actualy did not know where to post this, as I really wanted to post it as the headlines for 'The New York Times,' The Charlotte Observer, The Miami Herald, The Sun, Las Vegas Papers, Arizona,New Mexico, Texas, Colorado, North and South dakota,Wisconsin, Michigan,Massachusettes, New Hampshire, Maine, Connecticut, Newsweek, New York, Oregon, Washington DC, Washington state, Georgia, South Carolina, alabama, mississippi, Louisiana California, Utah, Tenessee, I want to scream this from the highest place where anyone, and everyone can hear me. I want to scream this in towns in Germany, England...
To Me this should be, right now, one of the most important pieces of news anywhere. For today, tomorrow, maybe the next day. Read this, and understand just exactly what is being said here, and what has been done.
I know anti semitism is at the highest point it has been for quite a while, since.. maybe, the war... but really, do we all want to go to war again to stop a mad man, not for the Jews...of course this is, for me, very important, but for democracy, liberty. Not again do we want american, english blood spread in Europe.
Sure, this is an old man, blustering about... that is what will be said... like Hitler, 'that funny little man with the silly mustache." But this mayor has put in charge of, and I dont care if it is the trash cans on one street, the budapest theatre ... a world reknown theatre, the anti semetic party, open to nazi ideology, nationalist, and facist, known facists... I am so angry and I dont know where to vent. The mayor sits on his fat ass,,sorry.... not really, and decides and retorts, Jews are in control of the economy, they sit and twiddle while they run everything from New York and Tel Aviv. The nerve, the gall, the balls, where do these people come out from the wood work...
What I am having a problem with, is, how and when did he become mayor, oh not that i wont look it up... of course i will..... But i am SEETHING... seething... Why is , and why is it allowed, it isnt in Germany, for faciasts or nazi parties to exist to the point of having a high enough office such as mayor......... GEEEEE WHIZZZ... I am ...forget it.. no one can talk to me now......... i am LIVID ,
Beside making sure EVERYONE knew he would be changing the name of the Budapest theatre, he also wants it known there will only be pure, budapest music played, no 'foreign junk'... hmmm.... get ready for Wagner over there..... DO SOMETHING!

SNOW STORM---The Begining

     The way she crept into bed,I could tell it was her. It was freezing outside and her body was so warm. I held her, she kissed me on the cheek. Her hair was soft. She bit playfuly at my fingers, then began to bark. I knew she had to go out, but it was so cold. I didn't want to leave the bed even though there were some cold spots on the sheets.

While reaching for the matches on the bed table,I threw my glasses on the floor. Feeling about the bed table, I was able to feel the box of wood matches. I saw the fuzzy outline of my glasses, and picked them up to pop them on my nose. I could see my breath as it hung in the air. The metal trailer was merciless in the winter without heat. Gathering the bedcovers around me I drug myself over to the kerosene heater.

Following the same ritual of striking the match.  Sharp sulpher fumes went up my nose. I lit the wick and jumped back into bed.  Ginger hopped back into bed as well, curling up beside me again. Her nose was like a piece of ice, but she kept the bed so warm.

I could hear the soft sucking of the flame eating oxygen.  The smell of suphur hung in the air.

            

             2 YEARS LATER  and a few                                         

     I had my own little apartment in town. It was a short drive from the clinic where I worked  now. I had been trying to set money aside for the first time in my life. Everything had been done, and everyone had done everything for me. I never touched a check book to pay a bill. I knew nothing about banking, nothing.

     Leaving Edgar was the hardest thing I ever did in my life, not only because of my own obvious problems, but Edgar was sad. He was always sad. I had thought he must have been born that way, but it started at the age of seven,with the death of his mother,whom he dearly loved.

I loved him very much, but I was smothering under his heavy hand and his violent unexplicable jealousy.

     My going back to school entailed a great deal of sickness.. I was sick with an almost crippling anxiety everyday. Nauseous as I dressed, wretching as I brushed my teeth, not able to eat until lunchtime.

     Heat began to flow through the room.  How different, and almost luxurious it was living here.   

     Ah, wonderful, it was Saturday. I realized this after my anxiety kicked in. I popped a Valium anyway.

     Just outside my front door was a screened porch, flagstone walkway, and about an acre of park. The grass was deep green in summer. There were a few large elms, and benches scattered here and there. Now it was late fall. Ginger did her business here, it was also a place for her to run off energy.

     I thought a great thing to do,would be to get her ready, pack some sweats for myself, and get out to the beach. I could look over my case files there.

     Traveling music was Earth, Wind and Fire, as well as a Marvin Gaye tape. My little white Pinto was old, one thing about her though, she always got to where she was headed, and safely.

     I bought Gin a new red collar. I thought we could both use a bit of a change. It might have been my imagination, but I swear, she really seemed to enjoy it.

Sitting on one of the benches in our small square of park, I stole a glance at the sky. It looked alot like snow, even though it was early in the season. That would be a great surprise, to get to the beach and have snow as well.

     I looked about at the other apartments. They were old, but clean, most were garden apartments ,probably from the 1950's. They all looked the same from the outside. This little corner we had was cozy and private. It was all dumb luck,school,the job, the apartment,everything.

The bricks of the buildings  were dark, and the sky made them appear darker still. The outside doors were neatly painted white. On my own door I had hung a pink and purple flowered wreath.

     Here came Ginger,I stepped inside again to check everything electric was off and to get my keys, fleece, and pillow. Everything was next to me, Ginger was in the back seat. "Ready girl?" She shook her body violently, the air was alive with fur,and it flew off as the breeze from the open window caught it. Flapping her big ol' ears, she was ready for the beach. We went every year.

     I got a chew toy for her, food,water, hooked her up to the leash, and said so long to the apartment.

Snow Storm Chapter Four

     Jeremy James- My Journal of Carcasses

     Today I locked myself in my bathroom. looking in the mirror I invesstigate my face and take stock of marks and imperfections.  I stare at myself and sstick out my tongue. pink and swolled, I watch, as saliva surges to the tip, and drips a drop into the sink.

     i am depressed. i have annoying urges to do-things. just things,anything. I am so childish and sometimes that can give me away. im annoyed right now.  searching for lighters and phones, the lighter especially bother me. No lighter and  cant do my job.sucks i find it and it could fanish anytime.probably to the place where missing things live. i always get nocked in the head for nnot taking the trash out. i do this the next week, magots are always cool to watch.

                                wed

is the second day of this hurricaine. good Day to write.

     Jeremy has pulled a sheef of papers from the pile he adores calling,

                         5 ft. and losing, 'old shit carcusses.'

     Here he writes his horrible dreams of reality.

                                July 2008

recently, fire ants have been, have been on my mind. i dont see the purpose for them, they bite, it itches forever, what is their pupose in my life? tomorrow i plan to light fire to each on I see. fire seems a natural death for a fire aunt.

                                       July 2

feel sick today. i didnt let it stop my mission. i came upon a lare pile. those hills are filled with them, anyone cane tell. like they think they will hide from me.

i filled up a gas jug with kerosene, slow burn, i dont want to go with them. i ware my sneakers, the white ones so as to see them if the got on my feet.i wiped my sneaker across the top of thpile they were every where, i decided the ones carrying the white things, which are eggs, i know this, not everyone does, kenny told me.. would be the ones to get. gasoline cans are a pain in the ass. the kerosine, with that sickening smell, i alwaysmell in the house during winter was getting all on my fingers.

i poured it as they ran out, then set a match to it. it really was a slow burn, i pored iton the ones that ran out a ways and lit a match to those too. when the kerosine causght fire, it stunk, what an exciting mess.

killing them that wa was a bore. i ran from the small exposion. again i slipped the lighter from my pants and lit them up one by one. one at a time. it was a wonder feeling. i killed many and i knew i alone had done something wonderful.

                         july 7

Big water bugs disgust me. gigantic roaches. so ugly i think alot about them these days.

I went to my doctor today. He wants to know what i thin my purpose in life is. what i think my purpose in life is? alot more then water-bugs. thats what i  told him. he looked puzzled, he always looks puzzled.

i went to the front desk asking for a different Dr. When the lady asked me why, I asked if she understood the fact that my life is more imprtant than the waterbugs wich plague me every night. I think I am awake, i could have been asleep though. they gave me a new dr. I know its not easy to get one. I wonder if it was something i said or something.

                                    Aug 12

    WOW, she is a doctor, I thought this. of course i am to much of a gentleman to tell her vocally she is hot.

i knew i was saving her from giant bugs. she would admire my bravery, surly.

  her name is Marly, or Beth, something like that. Anyway she asks the same questions.  i asked her why all the docs ask questions from the same script.

    She took off her glasses.  She likes me, i think.

    Jeremy, she asks, how old are you?

    I asked her if she thhought I was to young for her. she smiled, this is a good thing im thinking.   She crossed her arms over her chest, that was bd, a defensive move. I asked her if she was afraid of me.  She says no. her hair is the color of sand, her eyes, blue like the sky, she reminds me of the beach. I asked if she liked the beach.  She looked at her watch. Iknew it-----

 our time is up jeremy.

    she stood positioning her computer, then gave me med scripts.

   i said, i knew it.

    knew what?, there was that puzzled look.   Cant ask any personal questions huh, i knew that anyway.

  She said she would see me at the beginning of the week.

  okay,,, i called her katy, why did i call her katy... bugs, katy-dids.  I laughed and left her office.    shes pretty, she likes me, i think.

Coming SNOW STORM psychological thriller