Yes

"Yes"
Manic Street Preachers
off the album "The Holy Bible" (1993)



Intro:
(You can buy her, you can buy her
This one's here, this one's here, this one's here and this one's here
Ev'rything's for sale)

For sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions
Oh virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to

And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want

I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out

I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff

In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want

I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out

Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment

The only certain thing that is left about me
There is no part of my body that has not been used
Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave

And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want

Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment

Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself

Two dollars you rub her tits
Three dollars you rub her ass
Five dollars you can play with her pussy
or you can lick her tits
Choice is yours

=//Turnquest

Three Little Girls

To anyone who says that things are just great in the world today:

http://dawn.com/2008/04/08/top12.htm

=//Turnquest

Love come save me soon

Summer is here.

The Habs are in the playoffs.

Girls in the street have finally caught up to the visions in my sweetest dreams.

School's just about done (permanently).

But I don't feel any different.

It's all a little beneath me, I've been here before and I don't have fond memories.

Iraq. Economy. Broken streets. Unspoken racism. Deception, cynicism and superficiality define personal relationships. Romantic ones are doomed to failure, sooner or later. Money. Insecurity. Anxiety. Uncertainty. Tibet. Broken escalators. Unanswered prayers.

Summer is here. Tomorrow it's gone.

=//Turnquest

p.s. all you people posting anonymous comments, er, I rather wish you'd not. Or at least e-mail me. Takes the frustration out of guessing who you are .

HABS FOR THE CUP

Only thing that matters right now:

2008 EASTERN CONFERENCE QUARTERFINALS - ROUND #1

SERIES A

Thurs, April 10, 2008
7:00 PM
Boston at Montreal
CBC, RDS

Sat., April 12, 2008
7:00 PM
Boston at Montreal
CBC, RDS, VERSUS

Sun., April 13, 2008
7:00 PM
Montreal at Boston
CBC, RDS

Tues., April 15, 2008
7:00 PM
Montreal at Boston
CBC, RDS

Thurs, April 17, 2008
7:00 PM
Boston at Montreal
CBC, RDS

Sat., April 19, 2008
TBD
Montreal at Boston
CBC, RDS

Mon., April 21, 2008
TBD
Boston at Montreal
CBC, RDS

This'll be over in like five games, tops.

=//Turnquest

Discrimination and Jobs

http://www.canada.com/montrealgazette/news/editorial/story.html?id=8f3ff4b8-31d9-4526-96b4-fb510150458d

Muslim immigrants are getting a raw deal
The Gazette Editorial

Quebec wants French-speaking immigrants with up-to-date skills that can be put to use immediately in the knowledge economy. Enter Abdelmajid, 35, a Moroccan-born computer-systems technician - fluently French-speaking, young, energetic, motivated to succeed in his new country.

A match made in heaven? Not for Abdelmajid. Like countless others in his situation, he is still looking for work four months after he arrived here, our Jan Ravensbergen reported this week.

Many others have been here four years, and longer, still trying to get their credentials acknowledged or even to find any kind of work. In the post-9/11 world, immigrants with Arab backgrounds are struggling with an unspoken, unacknowledged reluctance to accept them.

Abdelmajid, who asked that his family name not be published, said he has sent out more than 300 detailed resumés but has been called to only four interviews. Quebec's unemployment rate for Arabic-speaking immigrants is over 30 per cent.

This waste of manpower is more than an economic inefficiency. It represents a human tragedy that is being played out wherever democracies accept Muslim immigrants. It is no fault of his that terrorists continue to kill in the name of Islam and that as a result it has become common, almost acceptable, to question the loyalty and legitimacy of Arab immigrants to the West.

Last year, an opinion poll for Sun Media found that Canadians held Arab Canadians in the lowest esteem of all minority communities. And as Khaled Mouammar, president of the Canadian Arab Federation, told the Toronto Sun in an interview, when "people have low esteem of an ethnic group, they're not going to hire them, or socialize with them."

Jobs are of inestimable importance in the process of integration. People left to flounder and fail at the margins of society are not going to integrate. Everyone loses.

In Quebec, the trends are all pointing the wrong way. The unemployment rate among all immigrants has jumped to 17.3 per cent, triple the overall provincial rate.

Immigration Minister Yolande James plans to inject $68 million over three years to help immigrants find work. Well, something has to be done and the money is a start.

But what should it be spent on? Public reminders to private employers not to let irrational fears stand in the way of all the talent and energy that immigrants offer? It's an idea. The government should also look to itself; its track record in hiring anybody other than old-stock francophones is a disgrace.

If we want to attract skilled, educated people from around the world, Canada owes them fair treatment.

What is required is a sustained, intelligent effort to help such immigrants integrate into the workforce. Once someone has a job, good things tend to follow: social integration, skills upgrading, freedom, self-esteem and participation in the wider community.

These things are worth every cent of that

$68 million the government has just devoted to the problem - and more.

Despicable, disgusting, common.

=//Turnquest

Cellphone Etiquette Revived

Im bringing this back just cuz I like it and it's my blog and not yours.

Cellphone Etiquette
Part II of the "How to Not Become a Mook" Series on Modern Manners
Originally posted August 29, 2007.

1. Just because I have a bad or old cellphone, doesn't mean you have to diss it or that I have to buy a new one. A phone is a phone.

2. The entire "i call you, you don't pick up, you get the missed call, then you call me back two seconds after I hang up" scenario has got to end.

3. Turn your mobiles off in any of the following situations:
a. sit-down restaurants
b. movie theatres
c. while dealing with cashiers
d. when you're on a date
e. class (for the love of God)
f. when in doubt

4. People without cellphones who borrow mine are annoying. Use a payphone next time.

5. If you choose to have an obnoxious or cheesy ringtone, don't turn it up to the maximum level and ignore rule 3(e).

6. Bluetooth headsets are for yuppie businessmen, balding Lebanese guys and not
you.

7. TXTing has its own sublist of etiquette:

a. one word txts like "yo," "whatever," "hey," or "damn," are entirely useless and a waste of 10 precious cents
b. on the other hand, remember that TXTing goes by another name; "SMS" or "Short Messaging Service". Make your point fast, or just call me, you Jew.
c. just because you send me a TXT doesn't mean I'm obligated to respond you anytime soon. Sending another TXT would just get on my nerves. A third strike would just result in you being deleted my list.
d. Back and forth TXTing like 6 or more times ought to be reserved strictly for cutesy couples who like to bring sunshine in each other's otherwise decrepit lives. Again, if the "Short" part of SMS just doesn't work with your intended communication, call, nitwit.

8. One (maximum two) missed calls is enough. I get it, you want to talk to me. But could it just so happen that I *don't* want to talk you?

9. Three or more missed calls, especially within the span of one hour, unless the situation absolutely calls for it, borders on stalkerism.

10. Please don't complain multiple times about "my shitty battery" or "my shitty network." Everyone's battery and network is shitty. No need for reminders.

11. When having a conversation, most especially during those precious "daytime" hours, keep it brief, to the point and try to end it before a minute.

i.e. ideal conversation:

Receiver: Yo.
Caller: Yo, I'm done work at 6, where you at?
Receiver: I'm at work. I'll be done at 7. I'll meet you in front of Cote-Vertu at 7:30 if you wanna chill.
Caller: Aite, peace.
Receiver: Peace.

See? That should've taken no more than 20 seconds.

i.e. more common, less ideal conversation:

Receiver: Yea.
Caller: Hey, what's up?
Receiver: Nothing, bro, chillin'.
Caller: Fo' sho.
(...Lull)
Receiver: What do you want?
Caller: What?
Receiver: Why did you call?
Caller: You know, just to see what's up.
Receiver: Yea, I just told you. Nothing.
Caller: Chill. So you wanna do something?
Receiver: Like what?
Caller: I don't know.
Receiver: You wanna go out tonight?
Caller: Um, I don't know, I'm busy tonite.
(...Lull)
Receiver: So what the f*ck?
Caller: Yea... yo, you hear about what happened at the club last night?
Receiver: No.
Caller: Oh, it was crazy, man.
Receiver: Okay, great. Yo, daytime minutes, I gots to go.
Caller: What?
Receiver: Daytime minutes.
Caller: Oh, don't you got a plan?
Receiver: I do. But daytime isn't free.
Caller: Who you with?
Receiver: Yo, peace, peace.
Caller: Aite bro. I'll call you back.

Three and a half minutes of each of your lives spent and not a damn thing solved.

Let's try and keep these rules in mind, next time you hit
"Send."

*

=//Turnquest

True Faith

I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don't care 'cause I'm not there
And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow
Again and again I've taken too much
Of the things that cost you too much
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...

When I was a very small boy,
Very small boys talked to me
Now that we've grown up together
They're all taking drugs with me
That's the price that we all pay
Our valued destiny comes to nothing
I can't tell you where we're going
I guess there was just no way of knowing
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...

I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
The chances are we've gone too far
You took my time and you took my money
Now I fear you've left me standing
In a world that's so demanding
I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...

Sumner/Hook/Gilbert/Morris