Death of Pinochet

December 11, 2006

On September 11th, a group of people terrorized the country. People died enmass due to this terrorism. It was disturbingly riveting to witness it: rivulets of urine and excrements were naturally forced out by the thousands of rotting dead bodies, and even more worse: blood of the innocent multitudes were shed -all due to devious politics. The terrorizers spread hell throughout the country, for a moment one could have actually thought Satan has actually came up out from his dark hole to claim his eartly throne. Beatings, bloodshed, murder, torture, fire, bullets, rapes, mayhem…..that was the morbid mantra heard in the wind if one listens closely; but it was hard to listen closely, for all over the country one could conspiciously hear cries of desperation and death -all due to devious politics . I speak not of that recent Tragedy that shocked and shattered the peace (celebrated in the unsurprised Middle-East) of the Western world on 2001; I speak of yore, I speak of September 11th, 1973, place: Chile.

pinochetYesterday, Geneal Pinochet finally died (insert left). I say finally because, although his soul succumbed to The End many many years ago, at last his physical flesh is now food to Death. His beating heart beats no more, The End of those palpitations ocurred in the form of “an acute heart attack” (the actual words used by doctors). 

He is the grim face of that bloody terrorism on September 11, 1973. He seized control of the democratically-elected Marxist government of Chile via violence: terrorizing men, women, children, and dogs. The dogs were shot as sport as his army rolled by…and continuing the spirit of that senseless sport, his army treated the men like dogs, women like bitches, and children like stray puppies to be ignored like dirty lil’ canines near the trash in the dark alleyway….

In this crimson-colored coup d’etat, he became dictator and he would continue to dictate until 1990. He controlled the life of the country with sadistic strength, crushing protests after protests, murdering dissidents after dissidents…and for what? Ostensibly, for the capitalistic interests of Chile. Privately, it was all ultimately for himself. The dual demons of Lust: lust for Money and lust for Power conquered his soul. And to think he was a devout Catholic…Hah. The Virgin Mary was nothing to him, rather he prayed to The Slutty Money. In the end of his life, it was finally discovered that he had stolen from the national treasury of Chile and redirect those millions of public dollars to his private bank accounts. Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee…becomes to him: Hail Money in this State, I will horde all of thee for me…

1973 ChileAbout 33 years ago, the elites of Chile got too obsessed with money. They looked upon the far north and saw the gray mountains of Peru. But, their vision was not the mountains, no- when they looked upon the north they saw not the majestic mountains of Peru but the millions of money in America. Enthralled, these elites seek to mimic the monetary majesty of America. The elected Communist government of Salvadore Allende has to go by force. And so in 1973, with the encouragement of America (who were seeking allies against their battle against Communism and Russia), the military thrust a bloody revolution into Chile. 

Marxist President Salvadore Allende killed himself when Pinochet’s troops entered the presidential mansion. Not only he himself died though, Democracy also died (Democracy means nothing when it goes against the interests of America). Remember that scene in The Godfather? When Kate tells Michael that she had an abortion, then a furious Michael slaps her and then calmly declares that she -as his wife and lover- now means nothing to him….pacino

Now Substitute Kate with Democracy and Michael as America……

a Democracy that commited abortion by killing pro-American values with pro-Communist values…and a furious America slapping her and then calmly declaring that democracy -as his wife and lover- now means nothing to him now…

To think of it, America is kinda like the Mafia, does it not? This analogy might be crude, but hey our american history is full of crudeness, cruelty, and cryptic occurences -along with benevolence and goodwill. But, of course, our official high school history books tells us not. Like the mafia, our history is crude, cruel, and cryptic, but yet, like the mafia our history was also about helping others and providing security to those who need it….

Augusto Pinochet died yesterday, December 10th, 2006 -at the age of 91.

His death sparked dances and toasting of drinks by the masses. By 6 pm that day, thousands were gathered at around the presidential palace. It looked like a festival -it was supposed to be funereal and solemn, but gals and guys were openly smoking, drinking, flirting, and dancing as if it the New Year was already here instead of 21 more days…I guess mirthful celebration is the right choice to demonstrate against the perdition caused by Pinochet. To defy against the Brute, you smile. To fight against the Bully, you turn the other cheek.

In the end of his life, he admitted the cruelness of his carnages. But he said it was for the best interests of Chile.  Best interests is a euphemistic term use by politicos to justify their actions. Hitler murdered the masses for the best interests of Germany…Britain once colonized and enslaved most of the world for the best interests of Britain…Rumsfeld once shook hands with Saddam because it was for the best interests of America, etc… No one ever did anything for the best interests of humanity -save the occasional saint-like figure that rolls along once in awhile.030409_war_new_01

Pinochet will rest in perpetua… but brutal violence due to devious politics continues to live on. It lives on in Iraq, in Darfur, in Nepal, in Palestine, and so on…..where is our saint?

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December 10, 2006

Why, why, oh why Gong Li, did you arrived in my mailbox broken and beyond repair?!?!?

Despite Mr. Winter’s brutal tyrannical presence outside -he came armed with a baton of freeze and strapped with a machine gun that spews snow,  I bravely faced Winter and went out to get the Netflix DVD in my mailbox. The cold-steel  -but remarkably clean and refreshing-  breath (man, i gota ask that dude for his secret on how he keeps his breath so perpetually winterfresh) of Mr. Winter has finally been blown onto Boston for the first time (Mr. Winter has delayed his habitual seasonal trip to Boston by taking a quick and mischievous detour to the south of USA, it was reported that he had been snowing on Dallas, Atlanta, and other normally warm places; the fact that it snowed first in Dallas before Boston is proof of _______? cue Al Gore jumping on his couch TomCruise-style while watching the Weather Channel and yelling “I told You So!!!” …an inconvenient truth indeed, and i’ll tell you another inconvenient truth: Al Gore is an Alien haha just kidding…or am I?). gli

The aphrodisiac of Anticipation is arousing my blood because i know that one of Gong Li’s hot movies is lying like a seductive genie in a bottle: only this time the bottle is in the form of my cold metal mailbox.

I will resist the stupid temptation to rub the mailbox as if Gong Li will magically appear out of the thin cold air. or will I?

Just put in the damn key Maurice, you moronic monkey.

Ohh grreeat, he did it, look at him rubbing the mailbox like an immature pervert.

It is so cold, that I got goosebumps on my arm… It is so cold, that the goose in goosebumps died of frostbite.   

But, no stinkin’ Snow, nor any foe called Cold, can deter me to see the beauty of Gong Li.

To my American audience, the name Gong Li might be unfamiliar to your ears. This weird Chinese name is probably gona stir to ruin your apple pie of american names. After many months of hearing Britney this Britney that Paris Hilton this Paris Hilton that and Lindsey Lohan this and Lohan that I won’t blame ya…

li

The last hurrah, the last swan song of 1965, before 1966 rushes in to steal the one year glory, gave to the world a beautiful Chinese baby loaded with talent and allure.

1965 gave us many many beautiful and talented people:  Diane Lane, Chris Rock, Dr. Dre, Sarah Jessica Parker (here many people would say she is a no talent bitch, i say whatever), Robert Downey Jr, Brooke Shields, Shania Twain, Charlie Sheen, etc.  But, before 1965 died by excess sleeping pills that 1966 put in her favorite drink, she saved the best for last: on New Year’s Eve 1965, a babygirl by the name Gong Li was born in China.

Of course, on new year’s day of 1966, one can hear a loud profanity laced curse uttered for all to hear all over the world: “DAMN U 1965, U BITCH!!! GONG LI WAS TO BE MINES!!! U FUCKING SLY BITCH!!!” …and, of course, many people thought it was their drunk aunt who uttered it in the next room.

li2

Gong Li quickly became a star actress. She can perform a nice girl beautifully. Yet, she can perform a bitch/whore beautifully. An actress that embraced the yin and yang of life and enacted it with a fierce empathy is…simply…gifted. She has been compared to Marilyn Monroe, Bette Davis, and Audrey Hepburn. But those analogies owe an apology to this aphorism: for Gong Li is just Gong Li -and no other. 

oh yea, And those boobs…

Anyways,

the American audience are slowly, but surely, starting to find out about her. She’d most recently graced the silver screens in Memoirs of a Geisha and Miami Vice. And she even more recently graced the silver screen of my mind -cheapest movie ticket i ever had, and i even get to select which scenes i want, in the immortal words of Quagmire200px-Quagmire-3865 from the tv series Family Guy: “gigitty-gigitty-goo-ga!…alllllllllllllllllright!!!”  

The Anticipation was truely arousing, my eyes are about to get re-acquainted with Gong Li. I held the Netflix dvd on my hand as if i was holding a trophy I had just won and gaurding it with my life. I held it like the way George Bush holds the Bible: religiously and irrationally. Retrospection has deemed this as rather really pathetic, no, correction: not just pathetic, but pathetic with an elvis-esque pompadour, but at the moment, my sanity is clouded by primitive urges. Gong Li is just a woman who happens to be talented and beautiful -but on dvd-format in high-definition television she is a Goddess.

I am now in the comfort and warmth of my home. I greedily open the Netflix package. Anticipation is about to become Fulfillment…a tear hear and a tear there…and here we go, yes, finally, what the….

The Anticipation Died. Murdered by a broken marr on the disc. A big crack on the disc that for the moment was worse than any bomb in Iraq. Quiet. Quiet. Quiet. Stark Reality finally set in. And then I screamed. Frustration and “fucks” with exclaimation marks filled the air.

How could you Gong Li? How could you come to me broken and beyond repair? You Bitch! Bitch!!!

   memory

December 10, 2006

Why, why, oh why Gong Li, did you arrived in my mailbox broken and beyond repair?!?!?

Despite Mr. Winter’s brutal tyrannical presence outside -he came armed with a baton of freeze and strapped with a machine gun that spews snow,  I bravely faced Winter and went out to get the Netflix DVD in my mailbox. The cold-steel  -but remarkably clean and refreshing-  breath (man, i gota ask that dude for his secret on how he keeps his breath so perpetually winterfresh) of Mr. Winter has finally been blown onto Boston for the first time (Mr. Winter has delayed his habitual seasonal trip to Boston by taking a quick and mischievous detour to the south of USA, it was reported that he had been snowing on Dallas, Atlanta, and other normally warm places; the fact that it snowed first in Dallas before Boston is proof of _______? cue Al Gore jumping on his couch TomCruise-style while watching the Weather Channel and yelling “I told You So!!!” …an inconvenient truth indeed, and i’ll tell you another inconvenient truth: Al Gore is an Alien haha just kidding…or am I?). gli

The aphrodisiac of Anticipation is arousing my blood because i know that one of Gong Li’s hot movies is lying like a seductive genie in a bottle: only this time the bottle is in the form of my cold metal mailbox.

I will resist the stupid temptation to rub the mailbox as if Gong Li will magically appear out of the thin cold air. or will I?

Just put in the damn key Maurice, you moronic monkey.

Ohh grreeat, he did it, look at him rubbing the mailbox like an immature pervert.

It is so cold, that I got goosebumps on my arm… It is so cold, that the goose in goosebumps died of frostbite.   

But, no stinkin’ Snow, nor any foe called Cold, can deter me to see the beauty of Gong Li.

To my American audience, the name Gong Li might be unfamiliar to your ears. This weird Chinese name is probably gona stir to ruin your apple pie of american names. After many months of hearing Britney this Britney that Paris Hilton this Paris Hilton that and Lindsey Lohan this and Lohan that I won’t blame ya…

li

The last hurrah, the last swan song of 1965, before 1966 rushes in to steal the one year glory, gave to the world a beautiful Chinese baby loaded with talent and allure.

1965 gave us many many beautiful and talented people:  Diane Lane, Chris Rock, Dr. Dre, Sarah Jessica Parker (here many people would say she is a no talent bitch, i say whatever), Robert Downey Jr, Brooke Shields, Shania Twain, Charlie Sheen, etc.  But, before 1965 died by excess sleeping pills that 1966 put in her favorite drink, she saved the best for last: on New Year’s Eve 1965, a babygirl by the name Gong Li was born in China.

Of course, on new year’s day of 1966, one can hear a loud profanity laced curse uttered for all to hear all over the world: “DAMN U 1965, U BITCH!!! GONG LI WAS TO BE MINES!!! U FUCKING SLY BITCH!!!” …and, of course, many people thought it was their drunk aunt who uttered it in the next room.

li2

Gong Li quickly became a star actress. She can perform a nice girl beautifully. Yet, she can perform a bitch/whore beautifully. An actress that embraced the yin and yang of life and enacted it with a fierce empathy is…simply…gifted. She has been compared to Marilyn Monroe, Bette Davis, and Audrey Hepburn. But those analogies owe an apology to this aphorism: for Gong Li is just Gong Li -and no other. 

oh yea, And those boobs…

Anyways,

the American audience are slowly, but surely, starting to find out about her. She’d most recently graced the silver screens in Memoirs of a Geisha and Miami Vice. And she even more recently graced the silver screen of my mind -cheapest movie ticket i ever had, and i even get to select which scenes i want, in the immortal words of Quagmire200px-Quagmire-3865 from the tv series Family Guy: “gigitty-gigitty-goo-ga!…alllllllllllllllllright!!!”  

The Anticipation was truely arousing, my eyes are about to get re-acquainted with Gong Li. I held the Netflix dvd on my hand as if i was holding a trophy I had just won and gaurding it with my life. I held it like the way George Bush holds the Bible: religiously and irrationally. Retrospection has deemed this as rather really pathetic, no, correction: not just pathetic, but pathetic with an elvis-esque pompadour, but at the moment, my sanity is clouded by primitive urges. Gong Li is just a woman who happens to be talented and beautiful -but on dvd-format in high-definition television she is a Goddess.

I am now in the comfort and warmth of my home. I greedily open the Netflix package. Anticipation is about to become Fulfillment…a tear hear and a tear there…and here we go, yes, finally, what the….

The Anticipation Died. Murdered by a broken marr on the disc. A big crack on the disc that for the moment was worse than any bomb in Iraq. Quiet. Quiet. Quiet. Stark Reality finally set in. And then I screamed. Frustration and “fucks” with exclaimation marks filled the air.

How could you Gong Li? How could you come to me broken and beyond repair? You Bitch! Bitch!!!

   memory