Suggest an ASIN, and state your opinion.

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Xbox? I had the PC version in before. Ah well. I can't believe I didn't think of Lessig the first time through! Thanks for the updates.

You need some Culture here. How about a tech culture neoicon, the Roomba? (ASIN is B00008439Y.) I mean, it's already got a fan site - how many household cleaning appliances have achieved that?

I don't know if this is a culture thing, but I have a pimple on my dick and I don't know where it came from.

And I haven't had sex in a while.

Petri dishes

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:-)

I would say that's something more along the lines of a thing-you-might-want-to-keep-between-you-and-your-doctor thing.

Robin Williams seems to be the star of the talkshow circuit after his lamentable Oscar bit - He was on Leno today - reading out the censored bit of his Oscar act. and other stuff - funny, but strained.

is a person who talks about a pimple on his dick really cultured? more like uncultured vulgarity

Low culture is still culture, I guess

Right -- Content done in both good and bad taste are still "culture." Everything is culture really, in a sense.

Of course, when someone is said to be a "cultured person," it's implied that the culture is of a certain quality.

I'm curious to hear what people think of the state of modern culture: is the quality of our culture rising in a sea of mass and integrated information -- a sea of specialized entertainment, news, and information at our fingertips and the ability to interact with other like minds -- or are we drowning in an ad-cluttered, dumbed down maelstrom of lowest common denominator muck?

I think it's the last two. The last one more than the second.

Look at our technology today and how people interact with each other. If you just sit back and think of iPods, e-mail, internet, etc. it's mind-boggling.

But, all this technology and stuff has made some people stupid.

But, as they say, nature always balances out.

Maybe I just say that.

Oh yeah, I thought the pimple on dick joke was hilarious.

This is a fragile Web site - PostCard Secrets.

Real people sending in thoughts on self-designed postcards.

Is it just me or does the Iranian dude on the Frontline ad on this site look a hell of a lot like Steven Spielberg?

Maybe it's just me...

I don't know about the Iranian dude, but the most chilling postcard secret on the site is, IMHO, the one that shows the WTC twin towers' collapse, with the secret, "Everyone who knew me before 9/11 thinks I'm dead."

I haven't seen that one, DrPat -- but it sounds super creepy!

Okay, it's my turn to wax about the BC ads once again...

Is it just me or is there something creepy yet compelling about the Pie Fight girls?

That's Ms. Ginger and Ms. Maryanne...if you're nasty.

Ginger looks like she's part of the Army of the Busty Undead.

Now, there's a B Movie idea...

This is a strange thread.

It's a strange ad.

Well, I figured that was as good a place for strange asides as any.

Why is Chris Muir not posting his cartoons any more? They are still trenchant and funny - take a look at today's strip

A simple joke does not equal satire whether funny or not. Satire has a much finer tradition.

Please if you are going to post a satire piece it needs to be given the Culture: Satire subcategory.

Also there is a place for those short almost thoughts that should not be separate posts at blogcritics. That place is the open comments thread under each section - http://www.blogcritics.org/culture / music / books etc.


Thank you. Temple

People into ipods and other digital zound need to listen to some real speakers. All of these accesories to make an ipod a stereo are ridiculos.

I will concede that mp3s sound better than 8-tracks but a cassette recorded on a decent, properly adjusted deck sounds better than mp3s.

One of the funniest things about sound on computers is that the sound card manufacturers don't tell customers the frequency response of the cardS. DUH!

Ever hear the word DECIBEL in a computer store?

Here is a REAL SPEAKER

GOOD LISTENING

We seem to have 3 candidates for the Ignobel represented on the front page today: The mom in RJ's post, the woman who rammed her car intentionally into the musicians car in Robert's post, and the Anarcho-blogger who burnt a Koran, etc.

He didn't burn a Koran, he and his friends blew it to pieces with small arms fire and finished it off with a shotgun. Watch the video, it's actually sort of amusing.

Dave

only if you're drunk.

'Turd Blossom' offensive to some eeediots.

Doonesbury gets pulled for .. ahem .. offensive language from a comic strip that all kids under the age of, 13, say, have learned to gloss over on their way to something they can laugh at.

Link.

Your link does not work Temple

Here is the actual Doonesbury comic-strip in question

The link should work but it doesn't.

When I cut and paste it back out, it works.

Try tinyurl version?

Kansas City Royals have a new manager, current one fired. Not widely known anywhere at the moment.

Of course I misheard one of our reporters and meant the Orioles manager Lee Mazzilli.

Another bc was complaining that women are under-represented at blogcritics - she should look at the front page - at last count, at least ten articles were by women - and all fine ones, the articles I mean, and the women, too, I'm sure:)

what

check this on-the- ground Katrina site

Why is it that most rappers today are so bad (teflon don) when it comes to the petty, materialistic things in life but are weak when it comes to the more relevant things in life.

Why is it that they can talk about drugs, sex and women in such a profusely negative way. But when it comes to having a backbone or having real guts to stand for something real they totally don't!

Why do people kiss up to rappers, when they know they hate them. Take for instance, Paris Hilton at a past MTV awards show where she kissed Snoop Dogg. I mean really what anorexic was holding who at the hardest at the podium Snop pretzel or Hilton stick Paris.

Hasn't she even been accused of using the word nigg** in the past? As well as holding accused animosity for Jews?

You wouldn't have caught Snoop dogg saying what Kanye West did at that telethon. Because he would have been too scared. Please note: The Kanye West incident I am not saying was right or wrong. Because afterall, his lyrics are very questionable. So, I am talking about rappers as a whole....Kanye, Snoop, etc. Not about that telethon incident per se. (My post is not about that)

All their lyrics are about getting a dollar! And, I'm so sick of it!

so what if she said the N word? She's a stupid cunt, she doesn't have enough brains in her head to be worth discussing, and you're not suggesting rappers are shallow are you? say it isn't so.

I just want to tell everyone in the world! Give love, get love. It's 2005, get with it everyone. Be happy and get over all this race stuff.

I'm tired of hearing about Kanye West. He reminds me of Janet Jackson. I love Janet but I know she should her boob to through the media off of MJ (Her bro) back.

But she took the wrong medium to do it!!!

And, my heavens couldn't her and Justin have gotten a room somewhere. Gosh, I know he dated her briefly before ALyssa Milano. But we don't need to have known the details.

Ok, no more of the old news anyway. Whether you are African American (politcally correct for those known by some as black people) Which I is not correct term.....Black people. Every earthling should be refer to cultural not complexion wise. Because most blacks are black per se.

Caucasian, Asian, Hispanic, Mixed Race (of two cultures not one) etc.....

Just spread love everyone!!!! Give peace a chance!

oops meant to say most blacks aren't black in skin anyways.

Halle Berry to play Foxy Brown in one of her upcoming movies! Wow, Halle, that is a big accomplishment. PAm Grier is a hard act to follow. From acting ability, and physique. Good luck!

Is there no other actresses of African American descent to play Foxy. I love Halle but I am interested in seeing how this is going to work out?

Burning Bright

Orson Welles Interviews Poet Dick Bakken,
Copper Queen Hotel Saloon, Bisbee, Arizona,
Labor Day, September 5, 2005




Dick Bakken at home in Bisbee, Arizona on June 26, 1989, anniversary of
Custer's 7th Cavalry discovered massacred. Photo by Andreas Rentsch


ORSON: In another interview, in inimitable style, the interviewer asks, "Where does the Dick Bakken story begin?" You reply, "In Montana wild horse country. I got arrested in Helena when I was seven for riding a man killer bareback." That is how a lot of great stories of the West might begin. But . . . really? Where did you grow up and what was it like?

DB: It was just like that, there yet swirled in the mists of the old West. In 1948 on the outermost edge of Helena, the last house against the surrounding hillsides full of pines, caves, one mountain lion, and a clobbered jail breaker dragged back down through our yard--I was seven. Custer's Last Stand was only 100 miles and 65 years away. The valleys from there to where I waited in camp with the women cooking beans for the men to whoop over the rise with their roundup were yet running with the offspring of Crazy Horse's mustangs. Downstairs below us lived a real bronc buster, Rex, with his wife Dotty and cowboy sons Toby and Star. Rex's white stud--his share of the annual wild horse roundup--bucked in the corral just out our back door. It scraped me off with the pine branch that overhung its corral. But this wasn't the killer that had already trampled two men. I came upon that one out in the hills tethered to a log, where owners believed isolation from people assured. I didn't know it had sprung from the gore of Medusa.

I was born in 1941 in Custer County, Montana, grew rapidly there in Miles City, then Glendive, Bozeman, Helena--swirled in the myth of the wild West--but from eight years old on, I evolved more leisurely in that valley west of Spokane, Washington, steeped in the myth of archetypal farmland, backdrop for my poem "Learning to Drive," propelled by plunging energy I'd inhaled headlong back in Helena wild horse and gold fever country.

ORSON: I'm asking only because somewhere down the line, if beauty wins out, people who love poetry will want to know, for the usual reasons. I want to know. Your poetry is unique. There is nothing like it. I hope I can say this so that it makes some sense. After reading--specifically the poems in your Greatest Hits--other poetry makes me feel like, for a while anyway, Dracula watching old Dracula movies. You speak elsewhere of the vehicle for your poetry--energy, imagery, and voice. You say, "I don't think my poems up. They aren't a message or a viewpoint or an idea. I'm working in another realm." Right. And you'll leave saying what that is--to the critics. So, I've looked at what they say and mostly it doesn't get at what's there and not there in your poems.

DB: My whole mortal job is to receive the poems, not to explain them or how or why they work.

ORSON: However, talking of receiving poems you write, "I'm here--

--but in open partnership with a god, a force, a Muse,
whatever you want to call it. It may just be the breathable,
inspiriting possibilities of language and words and sound.

So who is the god, what the force, what inspiriting possibilities? I'd say, whatever god, force, or possibilities rise above a suffered world into a realm I can compare only to that accessed by fairy tale--the realm of folktales. Hans Christian Andersen territory.

DB: I feel the echo of "What immortal hand or eye . . . What the hand . . . and what art . . . In what furnace . . ." Yes, William Blake's "The Tyger" in his Songs of Innocence and Experience is a perfect touchstone for your questions about source, fairytale, the realm of innocence co-existing with what is fierce and dark.

ORSON: Your poems make me entirely happy because I experience unique beauty, of the sort that somehow finds its way pointing to a strange star that, for the instant, absorbs the viewer with its own aura that has nothing to do with this world--in that moment feels truer. Ah, the god. More later. But--instead of telling us what your poems mean, can you tell us what makes you happy with your poetry and, yes, can you maybe look into what I am saying and tell me what I am trying to get at? I'm a reader--maybe beholder is better. Your poems have affected me this way. Talk to me.

DB: When I speak of that god, a force we call the Muse--I am making literal reference. She exists. Not if you open from your head. Only if, like a child, you open from your heart--to the realm of invisible friends, monsters under the bed, and magical incantation. When you grow up into and profess from your head, you lose that burning brightness, the truest poetry.

ORSON: OK, one day in 1970 you just walk away from your professorship--life tenure, years of MFA sagacity, department meetings, the official poetry world. They require a resignation letter but you give them an incantation that blazes from another world. You exit to become that poet. So, how did you know this was the way? You were reacting against university corporate complicity in the horrors back then but also going on the road towards something and that was years ago. What did you feel you were moving toward and are you happy how it turned out?

DB: I was so young and ignorant--not yet 28--and foolish. Thank goodness that killer let me ride, even after I sprawled off under its hooves! Fairytales say it is always the untried child, that one laughed at, a foolish innocent, who steps right into the dark forest--after two worldly brothers have failed--and one day rides back out, lips ashine, showing that he raised the grail.

ORSON: I love how you talk about poetry--so much usually confused clarified--especially a reminder, apropos to titling your weekly poetry column, that a poem isn't the words on paper:

I don't feel that poetry is just words on paper, that it's movable type, that it's just books. I feel that what's on paper is simply the notation. We never get that reality confused in music. We know that the score, the sheet music, is just the notation, that the music is something other. But for some reason, everyone thinks that the poem is the ink that's on the paper, that it is the page. It's been only 500 years since Gutenberg. For thousands and thousands and thousands of years there was no movable type, no printing, no books like there are now--and poetry was a magical force and not an object. One of the panoramas that the image "Ink that Echoes" flashes to me is that, yes, there's print, the way we do it now, but print is in actuality a translation of the more fluid luminous streaking of a handwritten stream of ink, that echoes a deeper tradition, a more primal source. Poetry still reverberates that torrid orchestra of the original star-raining creation. It's not simply dried ink on paper. The ink is just one more tool.

So may I read some luminous ink from your Greatest Hits? A really fine poem:


THE BLACK-RATSNAKE RITUAL

for Marge Piercy

Through her pampered beanyard
comes the well repairman snorting
in his overalls.
--Be careful of my beans!
He cuffs spider thread out of his way.
--Don't hurt them!
He feels like throwing his toolbox--right
down her busted well--at the
four-foot snake hissing in that hole
full of bugs. The woman,
hair shooting out thick, black, jumps out
of her vines. She never lets him spray the bugs.
Because spiders in the well
eat them. The mice eat the spiders. The snake
eats the mice. She dumps beans
out of a paper bag,
glaring at his heavy boots and hammer.
--I don't want you hurting my snake.
He tromps around the well bitching to himself,
sidestepping her beans, while she
disappears deep into the hole with his flashlight.
He slaps his overalls
when he hears her wooing and clucking
and rolls his eyes up at the sky.
There's something like a kiss.
Then she's up grinning with the furious snake
round and round in the paper bag.
Down goes the grumbling
repairman. Snorts and scuffs resonate up
through the well.
She keeps watch on his flash beam,
on his sniffing and clanking.
He feels her watching, feels bugs all over him,
curses, slams off the light to kick
at dusty gobs of webs.
--And don't you hurt any of my mice either!
He sneezes, bumps his head hard.
--Son of a--
--What? she calls down, wanting to see, nearly
stepping on her beans. --What?
Hand on forehead, he blinks up dazed
through the long narrow dark, sees stars and stars . . .
around a black shape, a vine-haired woman
leaning far above, peering
down, holding a big lumpy bag.


ORSON: I promised I would get back to fairy tales and this is a prime example. Here is Jack and the Beanstalk inverted. You present a descent from the bean yard into a well where an abiding snake (with everything glittering and rich and ambiguous it represents) is safeguarded by that mythic silhouette, hallucinated by our hero as he looks up into light after conking his head deep in the well:

a vine-haired woman
leaning far above, peering
down, holding a big lumpy bag.


It's hilarious and cool and would make Joseph Campbell so giddy. The action depicted is "ritual." There is a zaniness and happiness, having fun and more with the poor guy in the well, that I haven't found in other poets. And by "zany" I mean that attribute linked with the spiritual as suggested by Robert Bly. Discerning listeners will know what I mean. You said that this 1975 poem "was created in Allendale, Michigan, after a walk through a cemetery with Marge Piercy, who told me her true story there." So, whatever that story was, you have transmuted it using and renewing those universal figures. Can you tell us how the original story became the poem?

DB: The universal is most powerfully present in the particular. I had just met Marge and we were fast becoming companions. She was a little goofy herself, fun-loving, and a strong feminist who tithed 10% of her earnings right back into the Movement. As she laughed that story of her busted well, infused with the outlandish particulars of her own character, I sidestepped new graves, flashing the symbolic confrontation between an ardent, outspoken woman and a good old-fashioned man. Of course, I shaped and embellished a bit. But I had such fun composing it, the joke of the seriousness of such collision, year after year, each time her well went haywire. Thus, a ritual. It was after I was getting all the hilarious particulars of caricature in place--which is what inspired and goosed the poem into being, such a wildly funny story--that I recognized deeper archetypal dimensions of well, snake, and lumpy bag.

So it is interesting that you mention Robert Bly. "The Black-Ratsnake Ritual" scared him silly. A couple years after creating this poem, I was driving Bly the half hour from Tacoma to Sea-Tac Airport when he asked what I was working on. I replied Origin of the Valentine, a book of poems about well-known women, each in dramatic confrontation with a male. Bly asked me to recite one. He was aghast, flashing a huge Freudian nightmare. The dark hole full of bugs, surrounded by vines, was vagina, that clutched lumpy bag, castrated testicles. Bly saw a horrid triumphant Medusa, poetry too intimate and invasive of non-posthumous personal character. He warned me how dangerous my project was--on the level of black magic--and demanded several times, "Don't write one about me." All that fun I had with the poem just made it more luridly terrifying to Bly, our contemporary poet champion of fairy tales and mythos.

I have found that any story with great particulars gives auto-manifestation of the archetypes, the pure foundation of fairytale, myth, my own life, and my poetry. All I have to do--more often than not, hard and longtime labor--is get the surface detail of the story as specific and concrete as possible, and the archetypal underworld surges up to meet it. I must set a foot in temporality--this mortal world of particulars that it is my job to present--and the other in eternity--that force world of the Muse and all archetypes--eager to meet me if I open.

ORSON: Is that how you got the finale? Mine eyes dazzle. All your poems have such a sense of ending as you avoid what is usual to go off just right. I'll mention that your poem "What Is Sleep" flourishes so wonderfully. I know you work your poems for years. So what can you tell us about how you finish . . . when and why you are satisfied a poem does what you want it to do?

DB: While I was working out the details of this yearly drama between the wild-haired woman and well repairman, I flashed a factual phenomenon heard as child, that from deep in a well, you can see stars in daytime. By having our repairman bonk his head--which doubles the layers of stars--I put him into a dazed, alternate dimension of perception, and with him take the reader right out into eternity, where the confused woman and the dazed man are looking to each other across vastness, unable to clearly see, hear, or connect. This cosmic joke seemed emblematic of the comic male-female difficulty these two caricatures play out down in the carnal bean yard.

What I want a poem to do is not the secret. What does the poem want to do is what I must open to. Then the Muse will meet me with all her force. If I try to invent, to think up poetry out of my head, I will get Dracula watching old Dracula movies, the zombie art of our cerebral faculties endlessly looping their own obsessed synapses without any greater spark of true life, which jolts from a far deeper jugular. It is my function as poet, not to think up information or ideas, but to get the down-and-dirty details exact, tell the story in all its color, with all its sound, and while doing so discover what archetypes are present, for all of us, not by explaining or philosophizing them but by sharpening the detail, images, and sound that carry them. My job is to be receptive and to do the grunt work. The Muse--co-creator with me--breathes inspirational hints and clues into my receptivity. The grunt work consists of sorting out which are the gift bits from the god and which are my own ordinary head babble. What I am supposed to do is recognize and follow the true clues while jettisoning what is my own mere pedestrian invention. Thus step by step, clue by clue, revision by revision, gallop by gallop, I am following where the poem wants to go. The poem is wilder and wiser than I. I am thus coming upon the poem, not inventing or self-creating it, though it does take a poor dumb mortal like me to ride it into manifestation. So the Muse needs me too.

ORSON: And what does our lady have you working on now?

DB: Ahhh, the Robert Bly question. A quarter of a century later, I'm still laboring those Origin of the Valentine poems that he asked me to recite from. The first--Marge Piercy and the well repairman--is finished. The second--Diane Wakoski and the hitchhiker--is so close to finished. The third--Charleen Swansea and the brother--is finished. And the next five are underway, have been for over 25 years. I hope to finish at least two or three more before I am tramped into this earth. And of course I am also working on other poems started five, ten, twenty years ago.

ORSON: How can we keep up with what you are doing? Periodic cheery galumphs to Bisbee?

DB: You may not want to do that. I haven't told you that this ten-poem sequence is a journey through Hell and out the other side. "The Black-Ratsnake Ritual" is its symbolic beginning--that descent down into darkness. It is innocent enough, with its comedy and good nature, that an audience might elect to join the damnable ride, rather than hang back like Bly. The second poem, "Hitchhiking on Halloween," spills all critters, varmints, ghouls up out of the depths onto this plane at midnight, with as much caricature as the first poem, but far less humor. The third poem, "Three Snapshots Thirty Years Old," is gut-punch sexless rape of a pubescent child by male ego--the under-darkness loose here in broad day of ordinary life. And the poems just go more and more horrific after that, until the last few gradually drop us on out the other side of Hell exhausted of torture and terror.

So Bly was onto something, though I'm not sure he stated it correctly. My own life was certainly going to Hell at the time. The third great romance of my heart had just imploded. And I'd taken that glorious old nosedive into a psychic black hole. These poems--each colliding a celebrated female with some archetypal male--were coming to me one after another. I knew they paralleled my own psychic predicament. I knew to come out the other side I had to plummet the flames of Hell. I felt it my job to manifest these poems to play out a full-hearted plunge and survival.

ORSON: Whoa! do you mean--

DB: Yes. I claimed earlier, archetype is foundation of fairytale, myth, my own life, and my poetry, that if I get surface detail of a drama particularized just so, fully concrete, an archetypal underworld surges up to meet it--and in this case, met me, my own life opera, my poetry so ferociously. But I have proof. I can document that such so-called pathetic fallacy actually occurred.

I was finally off the road--where most of these Origin of the Valentine poems were inspired--and living back in Portland, Oregon, where the poems, this whole project, the Hellish journey of my own failed life and loves, the magma within Mount St. Helens were welling up beyond the measly power of the Little Boy dropped on Hiroshima. I was on the wildest ride of my life, with the shakes, big flashback visions, unfathomable sobs, increasing breakdowns, rumblings from the deep earth bearing up that mountain only 50 miles away. I sat with Carolyn Forché in my car outside a party during one rain of ash, asking how to redirect an unworthy life into committed poetry, while the windshield dirtied over. I broke in half during a tremor, standing upon my bed weeping "The Bleeding" too loud while friends downstairs suffered me and my poem along with the quake. O I crumpled completely. Then miraculously I stood high upon a roof almost in the plume, chest booming that May 18, 1980, force of 500 atomic bombs.

Somehow I knew, as post-eruptions continued, that my own life story and its ritualistic poems--a set of ten in the tradition of Rainier Maria Rilke's Duino Elegies and Galway Kinnell's Book of Nightmares--were in synchronicity with upsurges of headless St. Helens. My own psychic and bodily throbs and throes were biofeedback instrument more trusty than seismographic squiggles. So I slammed the whole psychotic marvel into 25 copies of a 24-page Xerox booklet--True History of the Eruption--along with prediction of an ensuing big St. Helens eruption, all raving writing-pasteup-stapling Hiroshima night, and by dawn August 7, 1980, dropped them at the downtown post office, addressed to Robert Bly--I think--and 24 others, including myself, so the day's postmark would punch them with time and place just before explosion. Then I crashed.

I woke late afternoon to cries from the street down below my open windows. St. Helens was exploding ash eight miles into the sky--yes! hours and hours. This is all documented in the 25 postmarked copies of True History and Martha Bergman's review of that book on 91 Northwest over KKSN-AM 910 from Portland on August 28, 1980. I possess a cassette of her broadcast.

Two months later as I drove south out of Portland to save my heart and mind and life, all my clothes and manuscripts jammed into my Volkswagen, everything other abandoned behind, I could hear reports on the FM that the mountain was going off again and again. In San Francisco the next mornings I was the one who knew what that was rained down all over our cars. As I continued looking for a home in the Southwest, where I'd never been, through Colorado, New Mexico, west Texas, I kept hearing staticky radio reports of the shaking volcano. On that day I arrived in Bisbee from El Paso--November 20, 1980--she ba-roomed a finale violent spew--for a couple years anyway--possibly as I sat down into this very chair at the Copper Queen Saloon.

ORSON: Ah, I hear the chimes at midnight. Anything you would care to add?

DB: That I twitch their echo. Each bewitching hour. But poetry is not black magic. It is also not pretty little moments apart from all the horrors of reality. Never forget that our winged steed of poetry sprang from spurting Medusa after Perseus scythed her snake-writhing head off. Poseidon fathered Pegasus on a Gorgon so ugly and fearsome that just a glance at her would jolt you to stone. That white ride so beloved of the Muses, with moon-shaped hooves releasing inspiriting fountains wherever they struck earth, was mothered by the most terrifying face in all history.

Thus you may want to ask yourself why, what this might possibly mean about poetry. Or you may, like me, just accept that poetry and its Muse are paradoxically fused with the worst ferocity imaginable. "Tyger, tyger, burning bright / in the forests of the night." It is in such night, especially now at blackest hour, that our stars burn brightest.

And surely I should say--Pegasus was the constellation just breaking that Big Sky horizon the moment I was birthed back there in Montana 1941 wild ride country.



Dick Bakken, Copper Queen Hotel Saloon veranda, June 25, 1989, the 113th
anniversary of the slaughter of Custer and 7th Cavalry at the Little Big Horn in
Montana. Photos by Swiss photographer Andreas Rentsch.

so what do you think of the new front page?

EO, I like the new front page. I have one suggestion for you and the editors to consider.

Do you think it would be a good idea to have a "Podcasts" section up at the top (or some way of drawing more attention to the podcasts)?

I know everyone wants a section for everything and you have to draw lines. I think we have some good ones here and Temple is trying to launch something good with the BC name. It's just a thought.

I just don't think that there are enough podcasts to warrant an actual section right now.

However, it's on the list. We've got six active podcasts right now, and at least one more waiting for someone to create a feature to track it. It's definitely a happening, hopping meme. :-)

psikeyhackr: Unfortunately I had to delete your original comment. You left out the second " in the href thing and also left a bunch of code after it in the comment. Either one of these things can, and did, break the page layout. PLEASE be careful when putting live code into comments...

Here is the correctly formatted message you posted:-

I don't know what happened to my link but I was talking about Vandersteen speakers. Here is the link

psikeyhackr



Thanks


alienboy

uhh.. like, i don't know but i've been told that bee-dil legged women ain't go no soul.

THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST-A ROMAN FABRICATION?

Being Xmas eve, the Discovery channel ran a number of consecutive features on different aspects of the Christ subject. The one dealing with his death and resurrection was one I managed to view in its totality. There is little question that his alleged return from death is an instrumental assist in believing in his divinity. The program dealt with the subject in a devil's advocate fashion of sorts, as is the usually the case when trying to sound historically, scientifically or otherwise accurate. The search for the truth! It is always so fascinating!

Insofar as considerable time was spent "investigating" (?) the magical/illusional and the psychological/delusional possibilities as alternatives to an actual reality, and this is apparently not blasphemously taboo, I could not help but review a certain theory I have held for many years. I am going to express it and assume I will be afforded the same exemption from damnation the Discovery channel has been afforded.

First of all, I should take issue with a premise stated as fact on a number of occasions during that program. Thousands of people DID NOT risk their lives or face death BECAUSE they believed in the resurrection of Christ. Not in Roman times, and at the hands of the Romans that is. A Roman pantheon was there to welcome him, resurrected, along with his father, and also the holy ghost, even though the Romans would have had a bit of difficulty understanding the latter. If Christians eventually incurred the wrath of Rome, it was because they refused to share a common hall with other beliefs, often presented themselves as civil disobedients, and actually refused to pay a rather perfunctory homage to the emperor (and only when this was eventually required.) Neither the resurrection nor the potential divinity of another "god" mattered to Rome as long as its followers were not suspect of being seditious.

How the established Jewish Church might have looked at this claim of resurrection is another matter. There is no question that for someone to be able to accomplish this feat and be "out of its system" so to speak, posed a considerable threat to its very own existence. And someone it had been instrumental in getting killed in the first place, to boot! But could the Temple place thousands in fear of their lives and possibly lead to their deaths? Hardly. Caiphas, the head of the Sanhedrim may have persecuted them for a short time but he was deposed in ca. 36 A.D.

I must lay additional groundwork before presenting my theory. Romans respected Jewish religious law and allowed it operate with few limitations, as long as the parties concerned all allowed themselves to be governed by the law of Moses, that is "accepted" it. When Jesus was brought before Pilate, he could have technically opted out of the entire predicament by placing himself under Roman civil law and disassociating himself from the religious one. When Pilate was purported to have asked him, "Are you then King of the Jews?" his true intent may have been quite different from the one Christianity was to attribute to it. It is a meaning convenient for making a case that this had been a test to determine his seditious nature. But what if Christ had replied, "I am a King, of another world, and no longer a Jew"? What if he had rejected accepting the authority of the Temple, right then and there? What would Pilate have done then? As it was, he would only wash his hands and tried to get one more chance from those quarrelsome religious fanatics.

Another chance to avoid being pressured into allowing a miscarriage of Roman law to take place in the name of foreign god(s). He was a beleaguered administrator, facing constant unrest and terrorism in a land still a financial liability. Much as is the present case in Iraq, it was not just Roman soldiers that were targeted, or just those locals seen as cooperating with, or benefiting from their occupation. The idea was to discredit the Romans' ability to adequately protect just about anyone, and the death of innocents was probably as much the rule then as it is today in Baghdad. And of course there was the additonal intercine religious violence. Sunni Vs Shiite anyone? Pilate used the amnesty day to give them a choice: Jesus (the Christ) or Barabbas (also Jesus). Barabbas was a bin Laden of sorts. At the very least he was a Temple henchman/patriot who attacked Roman protected caravans for a share of the booty, an ancient privateer contributing to the Temple treasury, and maybe an assassin of sorts to boot. The Temple stacked the audience with paid shills on the day of choice, Barabbas went free and Jesus on to his death. How did Pilate really feel about all this?

Now we go on with the scenario by defining some other principle characters in the play. Elizabeth, Mary's cousin and mother of John the Baptist was a descendant of Aaron, the priestly class. Her husband, Zacharias, was a current priest of the Temple.

Joseph of Arithmatea was a rich merchant but also a member of the Sanhedrim, which was the Jewish council. There are either three or four Marys standing by Jesus's cross according to the Gospel of St. John. There is Mary his mother, his mother's sister who is either unnamed or is also a Mary, the wife of Cleophas, and Mary Magdalene. The absence of Elizabeth is a bit confusing.

When Arithmatea goes to Pilate to ask permission to take down the body, he goes in the company of a certain Nicodemus. All we know about Nicodemus is that we are told that he visited Jesus one night at which time he was instructed as to the prominence of the necessity to be "born again." Baptism, I assume. We know nothing else of this character other than he helped get Jesus down from the cross.

The sequence of events encompassing the crucifixion, presumed death, removal, and disappearance of Christ's body is extremely interesting, and somewhat puzzling. The individual events, as told, deserving some thought are:

1. It is told that Jesus was crucified in the company of two common thieves. They are usually depicted as being attached to their individual crosses by ropes, rather than by nails as Jesus. As the Discovery program indicated, this would have been consistent with the Romans trying to save on nails, which they actually recycled. According to St. Luke one of the thieves asks Jesus to be remembered to which Jesus replies: "Verily I say unto thee. Today shalt thou be with me in paradise." Yet the traditional belief is that Jesus upon his death descended into Hell upon his death in order to deliver the Old Testament righteous. The resurrection is often seen as his return from hell, but not go to heaven directly, rather to return to the physical world. The ascent to heaven to "sit at the right hand etc.," does not take place until quite few days after his resurrection (Pentecost). Was this a reference then to an allegorical paradise, or something completely different and not what we think of as heaven?* (SEE NOTE)

2. Pilate had prepared the inscription "This is the King of the Jews" or similar to be attached to the cross. According to St. John the chief priests of the Jews (Temple?) objected to Pilate about this and preferred "He said I am etc." Pilate answered "What I have written, I have written." Was he just being unco-operative or was this part of an agenda?

3. According to St. Mark, at the same approximate time of the end, in the ninth hour (six hours after crucifixion), Jesus says "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" This just doesn't seem consistent with someone expecting and accepting death. According to St. Luke, on hearing this, some of those that heard it said, "Behold, he calleth Elijah." The spunge is presently in play and in conjunction with it we hear, "Let us alone: let us see whether Elijah will come to take him down." Are we talking about saving him or removing the body? A bit confusing.

4. When Christ thirsts, he is given that spunge soaked in vinegar. Diluted vinegar is a thirst quencher and can only delay death. That is not the objective in crucifixion. Discovery brings up the possibility that mandrake root extract was also in the solution in order to diminish suffering. This would make sense since the Romans relied on the actual procedure and afterwards the continued display of a dead body, not necessarily its prolonged agony, as the deterrent to committing a similar crime. Though as pointed out, an overdose of mandrake may lead to an accelerated death, a properly measured overdose might result in merely giving the "appearance" of death. This has been discussed often in treating the "zombie" phenomena. Zombies are also believed to come back from death. According to St. John it is upon the receipt of the soaked spunge that Christ utters: "It is finished." and gives up the ghost. This apparent death made it unnecessary to break the legs to accelerate it and the subsequent lance thrust could very easily been a mere exploratory probe for reflex action.

5. As a general rule, victims of crucifixion are left on display for a number of days to serve their purpose. Apparently the day chosen for the event precedes a high Sabbath day, and leaving dead bodies on display during it might cause Pilate considerable outrage and unrest with the populace which of course he is trying to avoid. So he grants the request for removal and it applies to all three executed individuals. Christ is just incidentally one of them. Was this inappropriate day for continued public display chosen by accident? Could not Pilate have waited until say Sunday and complied closer to Roman M.O.? Or was it all on purpose and part of a plan?

The question I ask is in addition to his devout followers (or all of mankind, if you must) just who benefited most from this man's resurrection? Unlikely though it may seem at first, Pilate and Rome, of course! Here is an administrator facing an adversarial, belligerent, theocratically politicized society awaiting a military Messiah (Joshua, Jesus) to overthrow him and his system. While being religiously tolerant in the Roman tradition, he is besieged by constant intifadas, zealots, martyrs, and criminals making his job possibly the worst in the Roman world. His hand has been pushed into condemning to death a potential local leader who renounces the military option, refuses to challenge Roman civil authority, speaks of unearthly kingdoms and preaches a message of love and turning the other cheek. What better choice to achieve ascendancy in the territory and possibly neutralize some of the aggressive thrust? Pilate is annoyed, disappointed frustrated, and just possibly resourceful enough to turn this crucifixion to Rome's advantage with a - RESURRECTION!

So he arranges for crucifixion at the most inopportune time. He insists on labeling the proposed victim "King of the Jews" over the protest of the Temple. This can be seen initially as mockery, but with a resurrection it is readily seen as a form of actual prior recognition, invalidating the Temple hacks and their favorites. He arranges for the right vinegar/mandrake mixture to be administered to feign death and provide a resurrectiible cadaver. He grants what may have been a pre-arranged permission to get the body down and away as quickly as possible. One or more Roman soldiers around the cross are heard to say, "Truly, he was a righteous man!" Or, "Truly he is the son of god!" upon his apparent death as if these legionnaires had studied Scriptures or for that matter were monotheists. Christ's body never made it to the tomb. He disappears only to rise again. Great planning, except for the fact Pilate and Rome had no way of knowing the monster his followers were about to create. It just seemed like a good idea at the time.

*NOTE- Having studied apologetics and such under Dominicans, Jesuits, priests etc., I came to realize that the whole subject of Jesus' destination and location immediately after death lends itself to considerable paradox. One of the primary torments of hell is the absence of God. Yet, one of the defining attributes of God is His ever-presence everywhere(?!). For Jesus to have descended to hell in his divine state would then be a contradiction of what is already a contradiction. Were he to have descended in his mortal state, he would not have been able to accomplish the release of the Old Testament righteous, a sort of retroactive baptism for those who died previous to his establishing the current method. Moreover as a mortal, he would not have been able to extricate himself from hell as well.

Unable to put a satisfactory lid on this can of worms, the early Christian church devised a new place called "Limbo." This was where the Old Testament righteous as well infant innocents were to be found, in a sort of hell that was not really hell because under special circumstances they could eventually get to heaven from it. Add to it the prospect of Jesus going there in his dual nature, that is neither as only one nor the other, and with all the tweaking and confusion the whole thing just might wash. Subsequently an additional location was eventually formulated, to be called Purgatory. Since the eventual destination of the soul, heaven or hell, was solely based on God's judgment, it was of no help to a Christian church attempting to create or solidify its economic and political base. Purgatory became a convenient stop-over of sorts for those not quite eligible to fly to heaven non-stop and the Church asserted its right to manipulate this variable.

Outrage at the blatancy of this manipulation led more or less directly to the Reformation and today's Protestant churches. Most of the latter threw out both Limbo and Purgatory altogether without tackling the original paradox(es) the original Christian church had tried to paint over. Regretfully, some of these revisionist factions went into overkill, going as far as teaching that man was saved by faith and acceptance of Christ alone, relegating good works and leading an exemplary life to the wood-pile. In so doing, they more or less ignored the bulk of Christ's message contained in the Gospels, thereby creating additional paradoxes. The rich man apparently had no difficulty going through the eye of a needle, not if material well-being was indicative of salvation. The miracle of turning water into wine at the feast of Canaa would not be inconsistent with the banning of all alcohol consumption, assuming that we turn that wine into mere grape-juice. (Another transubstantiation of sorts.) Individual interpretation of the Bible gave licence for these and innumerable other white-washes. The Catholic (early Christian) church now had considerable company in applying the paint.

do you know who is the greatest human in all the world at all times,and why

this is a media message for the response to the Danish newspapers and other in the other countries that offend the Islam prophet our master Mohamed peace be upon him
And the clarification of its personality to the world until they judge by the justice on the one(s) who offended it and Al-Rasul Mohamed appeared that deserves the respect and the appreciation


A meaning is that Allah invokes peace upon our master Mohamed oh it has mercy on it and remembers it at it in the sky

Mohamed the messenger of Allah

Mohamed is the greatest human in the existence
I bet you that you did not read about it before and if she reads about it from the right sources, he procrastinates they respect it and estimates it and believes in it
And she embraces the Islam because it is the peace religion

Please read this message if I was being convinced of the democracy and the justice and wants that it knows the truth about this human then make your conscience judges on him the just rule and in front of you the right other sources so that it makes sure of the truth of my talk

Was the Arabs before the call of our master Mohamed to the Islam in a corruption and a chaos and a brutality and their tribes were entering wars with the near tribes from not a disconnection and so that I cause a reasonable
And the idols were for the Arabs a worshipped of all of the worships
And Mohamed's opinion was in this " how I worship a stone it does not harm and does not benefit "
And Mohamed headed with its heart and its mind to a creator Ialsmouat and earth

Allah has chosen it so that he carries the call to the Islam that chose it so that the people calls for the worship of a faithful Allah as calls on them for good habits and for the good manners and not the terrorism
He was more merciful the people by the people and the best people of the people, their more was a generosity, and their more honest is a talk, and heaped them a chest, and their better is ten, was fairer the people and their more a modesty, and was being benevolent to the scientists
And he has clarified to the unbelievers that the worshipped God should be stronger and greater what in the existence

And the Islam prophet Mohamed is peace be upon him the slaves rescuer where the slavery was widespread all over the world and not could the Romanians civilization and the philosophy of Greece and no the Persians sayino
And the Islam prophet Mohamed is peace be upon him the slaves rescuer where the slavery was widespread all over the world and not could the Romanians civilization and the philosophy of Greece and no the Persians saying that he cancels this unjust bad system
And the Islam came and for the delusion of the slavery
And prophet Mohamed's referee on the one(s) who his slave tortured is to grant him his freedom so that he denies it by this about his mistake
And advised that we do good to the slaves and feed them which seize and dress them which wear and do not cost them over their ability
Until this led to the prevention of Al Ebeid's spread

And the most is from this that it is peace be upon him a first who called for the women's liberation

Where the woman was before Islam a despised and was deprived of the inheritance, but what it came the Islam prophet that changed the state, the woman has found her rights and who defends her and protects her freedoms and from its sayings about the woman
# what was benevolent to the women is except generous, and no only a villain insulted them
The prophet has called for the woman's right in the exercise of its civil rights
As for its life in its house and between its women the ideal have been in the cordiality and the exertion of the aid
And from the strangest coincidences that the conferees meet in Europe in the time of the prophet 586 after Christ for a study the woman a human and after a study ? and a discussion they decided that she is a human but she created for the service of the man alone
And this conference described it that it is a big filth and imposed on it that it does not eat the meat and does not laugh and does not speak
But the noble messenger said about the woman at that time " but the women are sisters of men "
And our master praised Mohamed peace be upon him Reville's Monsieur and said " if we returned to the time of this prophet what we found a work that benefitted the women more than what Mohamed did
And this German scientist is Dirsman he says about the prophet Mohamed " Mohamed's call to the women's liberation have been the reason in the advancement of the Arabs and standing their city and when his followers returned and stole from the woman its rights and its freedom that was that from their power
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And more than is found this and he is that the Islam prophet encouraged the request of the knowledge and the diligence in the knowledge and the respect of the scientists and their appreciation
And he suffices an evidence on this that the first of what was revealed from the Qur'an to Mohamed " read in the name of Lord who created, he created the human from clots, read and the nobler Lord, who taught by the pen, it taught the human what did not know "

There many and many he is said about the humanity prophet Mohamed peace be upon him
For it medical prophet's Hadiths the modern science proved their truth and their big scientific value and this of sites they mentioned these Hadiths and the scientific inimitability for them

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Professor Amr Khaled's speech about Denmark's events

As for my message of the West then there a cultural problem in the western world, this problem is resulting that there are two understood, a concept is at the West a great we respect it and need it and sanctify it its name the freedom of expression, a cultural great and human concept, and there another concept is at the Muslims a great very its name is respecting messenger peace be upon him and problem that the two civilizations, the Western civilization and the Muslims civilization need that it meets on this concept, not the Muslims a whey capable they estimate have the stop it of the value of respecting the messenger peace be upon him and the Muslims are the freedom of expression idea a specific application result it did not come to a specific degree from the quality and did not come on truth degree from the believing then the bug of the idea of the respect of the freedom of expression is at the Muslims a whey a clear the enough clarity and the wanted that we do not want that we refuse the freedom of expression but we want that it modifies the freedom of expression until it does not collide with a great value at the Muslims its name is respecting the prophet peace be upon him ..
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.. This is the problem, O west of you a great value does not understand its name respecting the messenger of Allah at the Muslims, the Muslims sanctuaries, an issue of great west it should modify the freedom of expression concept until its name does not collide with a great value respecting the prophet peace be upon him, this is the cultural problem at the West, and I say to the west : clearly you O west of at you a problem that you do not understand ..Quantity the Muslims love the prophet peace be upon him and if I understood it what accepted that happens now, the west in general a government and nations a whey understanding that the messenger of Allah is peace be upon him a dearer on us from our parents and our mothers ..The messenger of Allah is dearer Ali from a fatherly, and make you investigations and ask you the Muslims ..Ask you any its religious girl or not his religious what with he means ironing the messenger of Allah ..Ask you any playful young man or not playful and undertaking Allah or not undertaking Allah, ask you any Muslim in Bangladesh in Bkstan ..In Yemen in Egypt in a village from the villages, a religious or not religious ..Moqbel on Allah or negligent, smokes drugs or undertaking the obedience, successful or not successful ..A senior or small, ask them what means for you the messenger of Allah, I can assert without what need statistics that the messenger of Allah O west of at the Muslims dearer than their parents and their mothers ..
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O west of : the messenger of Allah is at the Muslims dearer than our boys ..

O west of : the messenger of Allah is at the Muslims dearer than our fils and our grandsons ..Dearer than ourselves, dearer than our homelands, Egypt and no the messenger of Allah, Saudi Arabia and no the messenger of Allah ..Maine raised on you O an Egyptian, Maine he raised on you O a Saudi, Maine he raised on you O a Yemeni, Maine he raised on you O a Moroccan, O an Algerian ...

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est value at the Muslims " the messenger of Allah peace be upon him " ..The West did not undersO west of : understand this meaning ..The messenger of Allah Ghali is on the Muslims a dearer from and to Adham and their souls, will not forget at all the Hadith that she repeated a lot in a program ( on the lover steps ), O west of : hear this Hadith because he is a part of the sentimental formation of the Muslims, the prophet walks with Omar bin Al-Khattab and he is holder by his hand, then the prophet looks at him peace be upon him, then he finds Omar himself from his love of the prophet that swears and says " and Allah O the messenger of Allah she moaned a more preferable to who my family and my boy and Mali and all people " what is the one that incited you that he says that O our master Omar ؟ the love of the messenger of Allah peace be upon him

He said for it the prophet " O Omar that more than loves your family ؟ he said yes O the messenger of Allah, more than your boy ؟ yes O the messenger of Allah, more than Malek ؟ yes O the messenger of Allah, more than yourself ؟ no O the messenger of Allah then he says for him the prophet no O Omar your belief does not become complete until I am more preferable to you from yourself and your family and your boy and all people " then Omar goes and returns and says and Allah O the messenger of Allah he moaned now a more preferable to me from myself and my family and my boy and all people, then he says for him " now O Omar ..Now O Omar your belief became complete "

I know that the West resists the racism because it understood that means a racial stop it, know that the West any limit antagonizes the Semitism that it refuses and fights it because it understands the meaning of the seriousness of the fight of the Semitism, then how the West respected the Semitism and it resisted the racism and did not respect the greattand that
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There is a press in Britain, this journalist insulted the Arabs from about 6 months and said : the Arabs are a nation that does not equal a thing, and this journalist is Mashhour he makes in Bbc and from the programs presenters celebrities in the British television, and was the result that he was refused because he is racial from the viewpoint of Britain, and this journalist of him is articles about the family a good and I prepare a program about the family then she was less that benefit Washouf that wrote a stop it in the family ؟ then she went to taking the video tapes and the press articles that speak about her about the family then did not find an article and no tape ...Its twist ؟ because its producers pulled from the markets because it is hostile to the Arabs and this is considered a racism, then it adapted by the messenger of Allah peace be upon him ..
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My message of the West, should modify the freedom value that we respect and we estimate it and need it, it is modified until it does not collide with respect value and respecting the Muslims of the messenger of Allah peace be upon him, O west of as respects the kings in Europe and as respects the Semitism and as resists the racism and respects the races then the messenger of Allah is respected peace be upon him and the Muslims sanctuaries are respected ..

My message of the Islamic Nation we will not exaggerate at all in respecting the messenger of Allah and my message to the West it should modify the freedom of expression value until it does not collide with the Muslims sanctuaries ..
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As for my last message is Fa to the whole world ..I say to the whole world this insult it was not directed to the prophet person peace be upon him, was directed to billion and 200 thousand Muslims in the world ..No whey of the billion and 200 thousand crumbling this the insult of the humanity of all, because Mhmda is peace be upon him from the greatest of the human being .

- I am in my dogma and in my view and in my religion and in my opinion - the manners, success model and improvement model, the greatest model, the greatest personality in the humanity is in the humanity history Alshan whey I a Muslim was crumbled, from the greatest personalities and from the greatest the symbols of this world reforms and who says other than that is a denier, the insult is insult blood money of the humanity, insulting of the human in the land, look at it peace be upon him, that the great are distinguished in a single kind from the greatness, then Ghandi is great in the policy and Shakespeare a great is in the writing a great Wfoultier in the thought and Napoleon a great in the war art, but great each of them in a kind from the greatness kinds, as for the prophet peace be upon him then a great in all greatness kinds ..

Look at it in its life ...

A great in its manners " what hit the messenger of Allah peace be upon him one at all, what insulted the messenger of Allah one at all, what hit a woman at all, what the messenger of Allah betrayed at all, what denied the messenger of Allah at all, what the messenger of Allah broke a promise at all, what the messenger of Allah avenged for soul at all, "

Before the dispatch the Truthful and Honest and after the delegation was its manners the Qur'an ..

A great in its political view one day is what says after the Battle of the Trench " today we invade them and they do not invade us "

A great in its spirituality when it finds it a bowing he says to Allah " for you audio and optic and bone and cerebral and audio submitted " I am total and submissive for you O Allah, when between my hand Allah stands then its feet split then says for it " they faded that is relieved " then it says " they faded I am a thankful slave " then I worship it and worship it and worship it


A great in the freedom of opinion when in a day of Badr Alshan changes the battle is soldier opinion, not it digs the trench for the sake of Salman's vision, not it changes the battle plan in for the sake of its owners conferred one of,

A great in the freedom of opinion O the messenger of Allah, look O west of to the freedom of the prophet opinion from 1400 years .

A great in its pardon about its enemies ..The Companions enter the day of Mecca conquest that says the Companions " today the epic day a day humiliates Quraish Allah " then the prophet raises its sound and says " today the mercy day ..Today Quraish Allah reinforces "

And he stands in front of Quraish and says for them " go you then you free "



A great in its renunciation when it says " Mali and the world money and the world money and my money " and was is capable to is from richer and greater the people and it lives in the palaces and it was not also
A great in its dealing with the young men, the young men divides two teams and says for which Alshan climbs their sports energy Walnshateh and plays Mahm ...And a group says that throws the arrows and a group she resists by the armours and he goes in the group who resists by the armours then refuse how we hit them and you are with them, then he says that hit and I am with them all, then he takes the young men in his hearts peace be upon him

A great peace be upon him until in eyes its enemies, lived before the delegation in Mecca 40 years of Mahm and lived after they became a prophet in Mecca 13 years of Mahm they was not capable that they climb in it a fault and no desolation speech in its abilities and its distinction ..And they said " what tried on you a lying at all "

A great O its humans, and for this reason the insult that happened for it is the insult of each American for each Indian for each Bkstani of a whey of the Muslims only, insulting of the humanity that they are great the humanity that is said about it

A great peace be upon him in its mercy, look you Al Taef day and have hit it by the stones until its feet and all its legs were bled blood and its enactment 50 years, then the mountains angel comes to it and says for it " if I wanted I apply to them Al Akhshbin " then it answers and says " no ... He might Allah that it brings from their backbones who worships Allah "

Look to it the day of Uhud is a day to the unbelievers rushed on it and falls in a hole and it breaks its quatrain and its mouth is filled with the blood and injures a face and it lowers the blood from the cream face then say for it : they sued on them O the messenger of Allah ..

He says for them : " I am not resurrected a cursing but me I was resurrected mercy of the worlds " to the worlds O a human

And he raises its hands to the sky and says " oh Allah you guide my people, they do not know " he means Bishfa violin of them at Allah Blessed and Exalted be He !! Look int
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A great in its mercy until with the animals .....A man entered the paradise in a dog and that a woman the fire entered a cat ...This is our prophet ..A great from the humanity great, look at their greatness in all of the fields and look at the extension of their greatness to the day, Napoleon and Shakespeare and others then the yen of their monuments, Plateau then the yen of their effect in the humanity now and look at Mohamed peace be upon him where is their effect on the humanity now .

A great in its fulfillment, a great in great great, its manners in each square Htzhb to it ..

A great in the coexistence with the other one day is what entrusts the Jews and he evaluates them in the city and accepts for them all citizenship rights and lodges them in the city and no accepts to is exposed one of for them and does not take a millieme from their moneys or that they change a thing from their religion or imposes on them any thing that comes without the freedom of their worship, a great in his coexistence with the other ..

A great in its coexistence with the other not he refused he uses Muslims Mecca that they make few inside Mecca despite that they owe him the loyalty ..And despite the presence of a battle between the city and Mecca a refusal uses the Muslims of Mecca and said for them remain you in Mecca because it respects the citizenship right inside Mecca and the coexistence .

This is our prophet, our prophet the twist climbed the Treaty of Hudaibiyah and he is appreciated that fights Quraish but he emerged that searches for the peace and he forced Quraish into the greeting and is being capable that fights them and makes it a bloodshed that he triumphs in him .But he wanted the peace that prayed Ali Mohamed's Allah



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O a human boast you that between the humanity there is Mohamed peace be upon him whether embracing Islam or you did not end prayer whether that were Hindu or not Muslim, whether that were Jews or two laid out, you believe or do not believe ..He is great he is great ...The history is towards him a thing and the history a thing kept off it ...This is Mohamed peace be upon him



My thesis to the world ..You are aware O a scientist by what happened and the right that the world all demands international legislation for the respect of this great prophet




Do you are till now all she knew it about our master Mohamed I was still judging on him this unjust rule

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