Rwanda Genocide

"The Rwanda Genocide was one of worst genocides to occur in the 20th century. Taking place in 1994, hundreds of thousands of Tutsis (a Rwandan ethnic class) were killed in the small African country of Rwanda. Hopefully this five minute video may raise awareness for the usually-overlooked genocide."
Watch video here.

Meanwhile our lovely trusted governments, who we elect around the world, couldn't lend a hand but rather, would neglect the callings, cries and pleads of the victims; innocent kids and women who were turned a blind eye and a death ear. Now we have this beautiful story to tell. Learn more about this atrocity.

Sincerely,

Thank You

Rwandan Genocide (Wikipedia) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rwandan_Genocide

Shake Hands With the Devil - DVD (2007)
http://www.amazon.ca/Shake-Hands-With-the-Devil/dp/B0019V1E6S/ref=pd_sim_b_3

Shake Hands With the Devil: The Failure of Humanity in Rwanda - Book (2004)
http://www.amazon.ca/Shake-Hands-Devil-Failure-Humanity/dp/0679311726/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1258152598&sr=8-1-catcorr

Hotel Rwanda DVD (2005)
http://www.amazon.ca/Hotel-Rwanda/dp/B0007UQ23W/ref=pd_bxgy_d_text_b

Herd Mentality

Herd Mentality

"Just how many centuries have we been waiting for someone else to make us free? And we refuse to see, that people overseas suffer just like we. Bad leadership and ego's unfettered and free. Who feed on the people they're supposed to lead. I don't need good people to pray and wait for the lord to make it all straight. There's only now, do it right. 'Cos I don't want your daddy, leaving home tonight."- Maxi Jazz

So true, and the worst part is, if you want to help, then do it yourself, but don't pester me about it, or at least that's the herd mentality these days.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herd_mentality

Which begs the question, are people really waiting for someone else to make us free, or have we just stopped caring about such things? I think it's the latter; in this mindless modern world, there's no room for helping others when we can enjoy taking a shit in our bathrooms instead of in the desert - out in the open among the swarming flies.

Absurdity

Absurdity

"It is our passions-and our emotions in particular-that set up this world, constitute the framework within which our knowledge of the facts has some meaning, some "relevance" to us." - Robert C. Solomon, The Passions

"And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you. " - Nietzsche

If someone where to ask me the meaning of life, I would reply, they are to be found in the passions; that is, not in the Truth but in our passion of truth; that is the truth about our emotions; an interpretation that precludes any going home to Mother-Truth. For there isn't any Truth, there are only our interpretations; our windowless view into our reality, and yet people would explicitly deny this, how so? With what credibility could one say this? And I say, only through your passions alone; not Reason, nor your emotions can you ever hold the Truth; that is... Absurdity.

And if you were to gaze for long into the abyss, would it gaze also into you? Why should one passion prevail over another? Can there be one passion to rule them all? I hesitate here, for I hear the pleads of men, chanting "Love! Love! Love!". If that is so, then where is the Truth!?, and where can I find Her? Alas, there is no Truth, there can only be interpretations; the sounding gong of Absurdity.

And if Truth existed, could it be understood? Would it be simple and unequivocal, or would it always be at your fingertips and always out of reach, out of sync? Would it come to you when you least expected it, or would it vanish at the mere sight of it? I say if there was Truth, I should have found it the day I could remember, nay, the day I could see, nay, the day I could breathe, nay the day I could feel. If there was Truth and it should come to me one night, would I then be able to share it with another or perhaps I could share it with myself? Could I put it under my pillow and hear it whisper in my dreams? Alas, what sense is this, and why do I think like this? Should my words not be clear and discernible, should Truth be inexorably conspicuous? If so, I need not speak any longer, I should let Truth speak for Herself; ...alas, I here nothing, I only hear Absurdity; perhaps that is Truth. Perhaps that is her Partner; the Dichotomy of Dichotomy, overwhelmed by Truth? No, that is absurd. There can only be absurdity. Absurdity... absurdity.