The video shows police standing over Ho in a hallway of his house for more than two minutes. During that time, one officer strikes Ho with a metal baton more than 10 times — at times swinging it with both hands — while another officer leans in and uses his Taser gun.
Damn!
Duke got sick, then his mom and now me. Duke is getting better so I am afraid he would catch the virus from me again so I am doing my best to stay away from him. Slept on the couch last night and tried not to hold him or kiss him. My mom coined (cao gio) my back this morning. I feel a bit better but still sneezing like crazy. Damn, I hate being sick.
I apologize for the messiness around here in the last couple of hours. Instead of tweaking the design on my laptop, I did it right on the server. I wouldn’t do this for client or GWSB sites, but Visualgui.com is my personal playground so I don’t mind letting people see what the heck I am doing with it. I made the header much bigger and took out the slideshow feature. It started to get stale after awhile with not much contents to cycle through. That’s pretty much it for now!
I still curse at myself every time I pass by the Bon-Ton department store in Lancaster. One time, back in 9th or 10th grade, my best friend and I were browsing through the Bon-Ton for like half an hour but couldn’t find what we like. Suddenly an elder white sale clerk asked us to leave the store. As we were leaving, a bunch of old white folks clapped and cheered.
From that day on I never set my foot back into the Bon-Ton again. I also realized how stupid and wimpy I was for walking away and not pressing any charges. I could have easily cashed in a couple hundred thousands. Two Asian guys were asked to leave the store. That was racist so fuck the Bon-Ton.
Despite the rain, the George Washington University community flocked to the Smith Center to listen to Jon Stewart stand-up performance and he didn’t disappoint. Stewart wasted no time getting into politics: “These are exciting times to be in Washington, D.C.! Change is in the air. Hope!… When does hope turn to change? How long does that take?” While complimented Obama as “the greatest speaker our generation has ever seen,” he swiped at Bush’s speaking skill as a “cocky six grader who tries to give a book report we know he didn’t read.”
Stewart’s supportive of gay marriage earned him the uproarious claps from the audience. He voiced his disappointment with Obama’s stand on “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.” His only concern with gay men serving in the military is when a Captain tells his man to shoot the enemy and the Private replies, “Oh no, he’s too gorgeous.” Of course, he was joking. Stewart also made fun of religions, diversity and Jews: “Black people made the blues. Jewish people just complain. We don’t have the rhythm to make it into music.” My favorite punch line: “Black people make beautiful jazz music. Give it to Kenny G and he fucks it up.”
Stewart connected with me the most when he talked about being a father. His biggest fear is that one day his son will find out that his daddy is not a superman but just a regular guy. He has two kids and he was glad that the boy came out first. His daughter is so advanced that if she came out first he wouldn’t know what to do with his idiotic son.
The rumors of Chinese people eating babies have been circulating on the web for a while, but I can’t bring myself to believe any of that deranged craps. The Soeul Times confirms with disturbing photos (click on the link at your own risk) that “A human baby is being made into soup for sexual power in China.” I still hope this isn’t real and people aren’t that sick for sex. I rather cut off my dick than doing such fuck-up shit for sex.
A man and a woman busted into a fight over a cup of coffee right in the nail salon. They argues back and forth. She pinned him to the wall and chased his ass around the place and no one got fired. Don’t ever fuck around with a nail chick. (via MsNguyen)
[Obama] may have saved the world from a second Great Depression and all that, but the jobless rate keeps on climbing, the planet keeps on heating up, Guantánamo keeps on not getting closed, and roadside bombs keep on exploding. He’s had eight whole months, and he still hasn’t signed a comprehensive health-care bill. Given that his perceived political problem is exaggerated expectations, does he really need a Nobel Peace Prize before he has actually made any peace?
This weekend we celebrated Dana’s parent’s 41st anniversary. My obvious question was how do they do it? My father-in-law gave us his one-word answer: patience. Unfortunately I am an impatience guy and our relationship isn’t so simple.
Patience is simply not enough. Trust plays an important role in our relationship. Everything is based on trust. From our fidelity to our finance, we stay true to one another. We don’t doubt each other’s faithfulness and we never question what each of us do with our money. We share the same account and we make all decisions together.
Although I don’t have forty years of experience to prove, I know what works based on previous relationships. Until now I had always put myself first and as a result, each one left me like the little rivers. The “I” now comes after the “we.” The “we” now comes even after the “Duke.” Everything we do; we do it for the Duke.
This morning Dana drops me off at Vienna/Fairfax Orange line as usual, but she didn’t want to drink the coffee we shared so I finished up the whole mug in one shot. I felt groovy walking to the platform. Boarded the train and I started to feel that I need to do a number one. Wait, a number two as well. This can’t happen. I ate nothing this morning and spent half an hour in the bathroom earlier clearing out my system instead of playing with Cu Dao.
I tried to read to get my mind off it, but I couldn’t concentrate. The train stopped in between Ballston and Virginia Square. Why the fuck is the train not moving? The train operator announced that a customer had a seizure at Foggy Bottom that caused the delay. Oh, fuck me. If the train is not moving, I am going to have a seizure myself for holding it in. I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to get off the next stop to find a bathroom. Because of the seizure incident, Clarendon’s platform was filled with passengers trying to get on. There was no way I could get off so I sat back and holding it in.
As soon as I got to Foggy Bottom, it felt like I was reaching heaven. I rushed toward my building ignoring the traffic lights and straight to the bathroom. I sat back, relaxed and did what I had to do while some guy was brushing his teeth at the sink. I tried my hardest not to trumpet, but my ass didn’t cooperate. I heard the guy moaned as he left the bathroom. I am sorry. What do you want me to do? It’s one of those crappy days.