Protected: Listening to the rain

Posted: March 11th, 2010 | Author: Moonstar Silverwolf | Filed under: Personal | Enter your password to view comments

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Doing some reporting

Posted: March 7th, 2010 | Author: Moonstar Silverwolf | Filed under: twitter | Tags: , | View Comments

I sent the following email to twitter. While I do not expect to receive the user’s name or any of that information; I feel it is important for twitter to know about it and that it is threatening in nature. I am recording this on my blog as a way to leave a trail of evidence – I am not afraid to take legal action if I feel I need to do so. Debating me, even hating me about issues is perfectly fine; but any threats to my career, friends or person will not be tolerated. You can scream at me, call me an idiot all you want, but the moment you cross the line, I will point it out, I will seek legal action & I will not tolerate harassment of this kind. So, if you are the creator of this profile or this list or if you have created lists of this nature in the past or present – be warned – I am watching your actions very carefully.

Dear twitter,

The user @skaggychicks no longer exists – however, their list still exists.

This list was created as a defamatory action using the word “Skag” which means an unattractive person, usually a woman.

I have taken the liberty of attaching two screen shots for you. One shows the google cache of the profile which shows a gun pointing at their username “skaggychicks” which can easily be implied that someone should shoot the skaggychicks. The other is a screen shot with 13 people who appear on the list as of that time. (screenshots appear below)

I have attempted to remove myself from the list by clicking “block” but I have remained.

Would you please address this problem directly to me and to the public as to why a twitter user would not exist, but their list would still exist. I would also like to know the creator of this list as I feel this list and profile was created to threaten my life and those who are on this list. Under many US states, this would be considered a crime, punishable by fine or jail time. I would like this user to be reported to authorities, either by myself or by you.

I have continued to ask through twitter’s website that there be a way for users to control what publicly viewable lists we appear on. Threatening & harassing lists should not exist without a way to control whether we would like to be on the list. Could you please address this as well.

Thank you for your time,

Webmaster of Moonstarsilverwolf.org
Twitter account: twitter/DissidentMuse

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Protected: Outside the daily grind

Posted: March 7th, 2010 | Author: Moonstar Silverwolf | Filed under: Personal | Enter your password to view comments

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I’d rather live a boring life, thank you.

Posted: March 2nd, 2010 | Author: Moonstar Silverwolf | Filed under: Personal | View Comments

A_Distant_Figure_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me I’ve been sitting at this computer for awhile now, barely understanding the world I currently live within. Yet, I try so hard to understand just why I function from day to day, walking from point A to point B only to find myself back at point A the very next morning. I tire of my boringness, yet I can do nothing to break out of the mold. Just like all of the other puppets in this world, I have become one of them. Yet, when I look at myself, what is within, I am not like them at all. I’m trapped in a puppet’s body and life and I can’t get out….

Today began like any other day – I went to work. I didn’t want to go, but I did anyway. I have stuff I have to do. I didn’t get nearly as far as I would have liked, but I did get farther than I thought I would, so it kinda works out in the end – I suppose.

Every Monday and Friday, I get to have an very awkward conversation with a student who doesn’t understand the concept of personal privacy and there are things I do not need to know. Today was no different.

Today, like every other day, I worked too many hours, enjoyed parts of it but it’s gotten dull. I spend most of my days alone, which in some ways I enjoy, but it gets habitual after awhile and I wonder when I will have moments to break away, to make stronger connections with the friends I have, while forming new friendships with people I do not yet know. I avoid situations that I don’t want to be in – large groups of people, events where alcohol is involved. I’ve just learned to avoid the disruption in my life, though I know that I could easily break out of this routine that I am in if I would just allow myself to enter into those situations – but they have done nothing to make me excited about them and I always end up bored in the end.

I believe my problem has always been the fact that I make friends with everyone, but I rarely make friendships that are deep enough to be close bonds. I know part of my problem deals with the fact that too often people expect me to fit a certain stereotype and so they make assumptions that just don’t work, so I’m always the odd one out.

Anyway, enough being philosophical and back to my day. My day as you can see was boring and the highlight came at the end when something decided to destroy any normalcy, but of course, it couldn’t be something good. After unlocking my trunk to put something inside, my key decided to snap in two pieces and leave half of itself within the lock, leaving me unable to unlock any of my doors or start the car for that matter. Yeah, not good. Luckily, my colleague’s truck was there and his wife was busy teaching a class, so I grabbed it, drove the couple miles home and back to get my spare key so I could at least get home. I attempted to get the key out of the lock after getting home, but nope, it is gone. I can no longer unlock my trunk from the outside (with my key – I can, however, open it with a screw driver.)

So, what awaits me tomorrow? Let’s hope it’s another boring day where nothing exciting happens because I don’t know if I can handle the excitement anymore. It’ll be a long day, I’m giving two tests, attending class & working more on my work, then it’s off to home so I can pack and drive many hours in the morning.

Peace and Love.


Heroes

Posted: February 28th, 2010 | Author: Moonstar Silverwolf | Filed under: Music, War Crimes | View Comments

When I was growing up, I learned about the Vietnam War, not just the historical context of the war, but also the anti-war movement that surrounded it. I wonder, does the absence of the military draft make it easier for President’s to wage war? Because it seems most of the people within this country are so apathetic about what is really going on across the world.

Do you not care that we are spending billions of dollars to destroy people’s lives?
Do you not care that the information that led us into Iraq was a lie?
Do you not care that we are occupying lands, raping women, killing children?
Do you not care that we use U-238 – a radioactive chemical weapon?
Are you ignorant enough to think that you can get your news from your media and they will tell you the truth about the realities of war? The same media that gets fined for showing a nipple during the Superbowl halftime show? Do you really think they feel they can show the reality of war?

During the Vietnam anti-war movement, music played a crucial role in getting people together for the cause. So, here are a series of songs. The first is one about Vietnam. The second is from System of a Down and it discusses Iraq and the third is an interesting take on “Heroes of War” and the message we tell our soldiers, despite the fact that they torture, kill and create havoc on innocent people.

I will not be among the ones who celebrate the return of the solider from war – you deserve no honor, medals or celebration. This is one thing that has definitely changed. Without a draft, we are all apathetic, but the military men & women choose to do what they do – so I do not feel obligated to support their actions. Illegal wars are fought by criminals.

I wonder who they are
The men who really run this land
And I wonder why they run it
With such a thoughtless hand.
Tell me what are their names,
And on what street do they live?
I’d like to ride right over
This afternoon and give
Them a piece of my mind
About peace for mankind
Peace is not
An awful lot
To ask.

I’ve been walking through your streets
Where all your moneys are earned
Where all your buildings crying
And clueless neckties working
Revolving fake-lawn houses
Housing all your fears
Desensitized by TV
Overbearing advertising
God of consumerism
And all your crooked pictures looking good
Mirrorism, filtering information for the public eye
Designed for profiteering
Your neighbor, what a guy.

BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!

Every time you drop the bomb, you kill the god your child has born-

BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!

Modern globalization
Coupled with condemnations
Unnecessary death
Matador corporations
Puppeting your frustrations with a blinded flag
Manufacturing consent is the name of the game
The bottom line is money
Nobody gives a FUCK
Four thousand hungry children leave us per hour from starvation
While billions are spent on bombs
Creating death showers

BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!

Every time you drop the bomb, you kill the god your child has born-

BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!

Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom!

Why must we kill our own kind?

BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!

Every time you drop the bomb, you kill the god your child has born.

BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!

Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom!

Every time you drop the bomb.
[BOOM!]

He said, “Son,
Have you see the world?
Well, what would you say
If I said that you could?
Just carry this gun and you’ll even get paid.”
I said, “That sounds pretty good.”

Black leather boots
Spit-shined so bright
They cut off my hair but it looked alright
We marched and we sang
We all became friends
As we learned how to fight

A hero of war
Yeah that’s what I’ll be
And when I come home
They’ll be damn proud of me
I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust

I kicked in the door
I yelled my commands
The children, they cried
But I got my man
We took him away
A bag over his face
From his family and his friends

They took off his clothes
They pissed in his hands
I told them to stop
But then I joined in
We beat him with guns
And batons not just once
But again and again

A hero of war
Yeah that’s what I’ll be
And when I come home
They’ll be damn proud of me
I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust

She walked through bullets and haze
I asked her to stop
I begged her to stay
But she pressed on
So I lifted my gun
And I fired away

The shells jumped through the smoke
And into the sand
That the blood now had soaked
She collapsed with a flag in her hand
A flag white as snow

A hero of war
Is that what the see
Just medals and scars
So damn proud of me
And I brought home that flag
Now it gathers dust
But it’s a flag that I love
It’s the only flag I trust

He said, “Son, have you seen the world? Well what would you say, if I said that you could?”