New Hotness

My previous post to meet Veritas' new female counterpart was successful. But I'd like to introduce everyone to the new messageboard that we have set up. Go to http://libertyaequitas.proboards17.com and sign up for the board.

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ATTENTION PLEASE!

It has been brought to my attention that Veritas is romantically linked to a girl and refuses to introduce me to her. Apparently I am embarrassing and/or it is just a clever ploy to get me to make the two hour drive to visit him. So to all the Miami people whom know of this mystery girl please get me in contact with her (e-mail: waugh.58@osu.edu or AIM S/N: retardedgn0mes).

The Rambling Jew: Wandering through the desert of his mind Issue#1

Remember kids, on a scale of one to awesome, I'm drunk or high
Hello my Blog Bitches,
Yes I am Polish. Yes I am Jewish. And Yes I am 6'2". Wanna Make Out? Oh, a bit forward? I apologize. Perhaps I should tell you a little more about myself first.
You can call me Ben, Ben Jewnobi. I am a Native Ohioan, and I currently attend the beautiful Ohio University. Most of my Jewish ramblings here on the blog will be under the influence of alcohol. Sweet sweet alcohol. Going to the Ohio University automatically makes you a borderline alcoholic, and I am not an exception to the rule. Tonight for instance was a drunken hoopla in my dorm room. The following comes to us all courtesy of the Very Sexy and very awesome Kate and Kate's Roommate.

Recipe to Get me laid Lemonade/Garbage Juice
2- 1 lb containers of Country time Powder
3-Sobe Energy Drinks
24 to 30- Cans of Light Beer
2- Bottles of Vodka (any proof will do)

Mix Vigorously in a garbage can(clean)

NOTE: THERE IS NO GARUNTEE THAT YOU WILL GET LAID IF YOU CONSUME/PREPARE THIS BEVERAGE, BUT IT CAN'T HURT YOUR CHANCES.

Along with this delicious concoction I have been steadily consuming Miller High Life: The Champaign of beers. This beer comes highly recommended by myself and the Twomey family. This type of drinking can be expected before all of my posts, so they should all be moderately hilarious, when at all coherent.
Now I will continue on to my likes and dislikes. I like drugs, alcohol, and hot people. I enjoy the music of Barenaked Ladies. I love play the guitar and sing in the nude. I dislike Liberals and Moderate Republicans. I hate Environmentalists, animals, the poor, and the ugly. If you are awesome and meet 65% the likes criteria I will now allow you to make out with me. My Email should be added to the Blog shortly, naked pictures are always accepted.
Shalom,
Jewnobi

Coming Attractions!

You can count of me kicking your ASS... in the FACE! Holy shit sorry about the wait. Veritas is sick and I have been ultra busy. I don't even have enough time to enjoy shitting anymore. In between working thirty+ hours a week plus taking eighteen credit hours at school I just haven't had time to sit down and write. However just as I brought you readers the enigma that is Veritas I bring you someone bigger, more hairy, more polish, and way more Jewish. I bring you Ben Jewnobi. Ben is a buddy of Veritas and I's who also played in a band with yours truly, called "6'2 Jew & Crew" which after everyone but he and I quit the band we renamed to "Canada's Finest". Ben will be gracing us with sporadic ramblings about God only knows what. He messaged me early this week requesting that I allow him to post because he needs "something to do when drunk". These writings will be appropriately titled, The Rambling Jew: Wandering through the desert of his mind I have big plans for the site as soon I can get all of them finished. Also, I have been writing out posts/stories on paper during some of my lectures but just haven't have time to type them hopefully I will find some time to do that this weekend. Most likely Sunday as I work 10 hours tomorrow, and 7 on Saturday followed by immediatly heading out of town for the rest of the night. So Sunday, on the day of rest I will not be resting. I will rise again. Mark my words Blogosphere, I WILL RETURN!

Get out your reading glasses

Look closely, does her button say what I think it says?

We have moved on with our daily lives and we rarely reflect. We cannot forget.

On September 11, 2001 I was a senior in high school. On September 12th I wrote the following speech for the same class the only changes that were made was I edited it for content when I gave the speech.



Tuesday, September 11, 2001 a date which will be burned into our minds as long as we breathe. First let me say that this has been a tragedy beyond belief. I think that everyone knows someone who has been affected by this "act of war". What we can do to help is give blood. New York is in desperate need of it. Call 1800 GIVE LIFE. Find a center near you and donate. A wise man once said, "I don't know how world war III will be fought, but I do know that the next one will be fought with sticks and stones".* This will not become a world war. It cannot become one because the four main aggressive nations (Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, and Libya) are the only ones who are stupid enough to support an attack on the Continental United States, Japan tried it 50 years ago and we could have sent them into ruin after the war. But did we? No, the United States and the Allied forces poured billions if not Trillions of dollars to help rebuild a devastated economy. And although these people in the Middle East who hate the United States because we are sick and fucking tired of watching your dumb asses blow each other up in the name of God. What kind of "God" condones such an act of sheer murder? And don't say it is jihad. That whole idea is just retarded, for lack of a better word. I personally think that President Bush's ideas of "making no distinction between the terrorists who committed these acts and those who harbored them." is a step in the right direction. These "men”, if that is an appropriate word for such pieces of shit, they don't speak the language of the civilized world. Nor do they speak the click languages of the uncivilized world. They speak in the language of death and destruction, and in order to get the point across that we will not tolerate these actions, we, not just the Untied States, but also the World needs to talk to them in their language. We need to show them that although it is wrong we will kill, and we will show no mercy. And then maybe, just maybe when the terrorist's cannot find people to join their militias because they have realized that it is a fight not worth fighting. Only then will we have truly won. And although fighting is not civilized it is the only way to get our point across. We have to send shocks from our bombs across these four countries. These parties's in the streets must be stopped, and the only way to do that is to let them see a Cruise Missile coming at them and exploding. Let the see the destruction that they caused is only a scratch in out armor and is only one more bullet in our clips. Let them know that America is pissed. Let the fuckers know that We will not stand for this and we cannot be the bigger person any longer. There will be repercussions from there stupidity for these horrendous acts of terrorism. When the United States retaliates, it will be swift, hard, and vigorous. And these nations have such a great hatred for the United States that they will probably do something foolish such as declare war or try to counter attack us. Hopefully they realize that we are the most powerful military force in the world, and we have the backing of NATO. This cowardly act was so impacting that even our long-standing enemy to the South, Cuba, opened its airports for the US to divert international flights to. When our enemy of 50 years offers a helping hand, you know "you've done fucked things up". So in closing I don't blame the Muslims. But I do blame Libya, Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, bin Laden, and any other terrorist or country who thinks they can fuck with my country and get away from it. Well they are wrong. Watch your asses, your number is up. Just ask the United States Delta Force.





*Albert Einstein

Patriot Day

I have a good friend of mine who was effected by September 11th in a drastic way... she was in the Pentagon when the terrorists stuck. Here is Claire’s very modest account of September 11th (I'm sure that she did much more than she tells but she won't admit that she is a hero):

It's the time of year when minds turn to thoughts of September 11, 2001. Everyone knows what happened, there's no need to go into detail. Lord knows I don't need any more detail. I've lived it. Please don't think this is a cry for sympathy or an "I was there so that makes me important" thing. It's not. I was in the Pentagon on 9/11. I was six months into a new job working as a policy contractor for the Office of the Secretary of Defense (Acquisition, Technology and Logistics). I'd witnessed demonstrations at the Pentagon; where the participants sang Kumbaya at the bottom of the bridge steps while folding paper cranes and one not, on Easter Monday where they'd thrown blood on the turnstiles, when I arrived it smelled like Clorox and the iron smell of blood combined with decaying flesh. I'd never seen anything like this; none of us knew what'd hit us on our side of the building.

I was at work by 0800. I had to get out the thank you notes to dignitaries who'd attended the kick off to the Acquisition Week my office sponsored that had taken place the day before. Secretary Rumsfeld delivered a haunting warning as part of his keynote that morning. Our enemies are changing, and so must we. I was standing in the back of the Pentagon auditorium that morning as bored and blasé as the rest of my counterparts dealing with superiors. We were comfortable in our positions and we were confident that nothing could happen.

Most of my co-workers come in by 0830. Instead of concentrating on the cut and paste fiasco that was my thank you notes, I was online doing what I normally did: checking the news in Raleigh. A co-worker from my company, also a contractor came up to my cube: "Check CNN, a plane hit the World trade center." When I got to the site it had been overloaded in its user capacity. I told her "We'll just check it later." I remember thinking, "how odd that a plane could hit something like the World Trade center on such a clear day…"

When we still couldn't get CNN a few minutes later we hustled up to the big boss's office, the one where we knew they always had the news on. We watched in dumbfounded horror over and over again as they re-ran footage of the first plane colliding with the first tower and then while looked one we watched as the second plane kamikazed the second tower. We knew then that it was no accident. My co-worker turned to me and said, "We need to leave…now." "Why?" She had worked in counter terrorism extensively before she came to the pentagon, "We're a target" she'd said "A big, concrete, bulls-eye with a large highway leading up to it."

We left our superior's office and walked back. She had gathered her things and was waiting for me. I sent her ahead "Go on, I want to check the news one last time." I had kicked off my shoes and was engrossed in the Internet, when the building vibrated, blurring my vision and view of my screen. A sound like a college dorm-mate dropping something heavy on the floor above you rolled through the office. "What was that? Did you hear that?" an older lady, in the cube next to me popped over our screen. "Yeah" I said.

At that same moment, someone was screaming "Get out! Get out! The pentagon has been hit!" I grabbed what I could: my black canvas bag and tennis shoes and sprinted for the door. When I got out to the hall it was calm. Everyone was confused but not screaming or yelling in their hurried exit. The smell of smoke was just detectable in the air coming from the A corridor adjacent to ours. I linked arms with a lady from the Army office I knew and as we exited the building I will never forget what I witnessed: A cloudless, summer-blue sky turned completely black from the oily smoke emanating from the South east side of the Pentagon. It wasn't even a cloud, it was a long, snaking, twisting cape of smoke. It smelled like machine gone wrong: a combination of expended oil, burnt clutch and heat damage of metal on metal. Helicopters buzzed overhead and there were women being wheeled out in office chairs. But no one was screaming, or yelling. It was quiet save for the helicopters. Or maybe it was just me.

I dialed my mom on the cell phone. It didn't go through, I dialed everyone and couldn't get through. I walked to the end of South Parking, up the hill and my knees gave out. I sat with hundreds of other evacuees and stared at the South side of the pentagon. At some point I got up, deciding that I needed to call my mother and maybe the reception would be better on the other side of I 395. I sprinted through the pedestrian tunnel to the other side, dialed my mother and got her. "Mom? Mom! I'm ok! I'm ok." I hadn't cried up until then, but to hear my mom on the other side crying was more than I could handle. We both cried on the phone. I started getting phone calls from people. It seems the grid for out going calls was shut off shortly after the collision. I was lucky to get mine out at all. Dave was in Chicago, Andrew in Raleigh, Rudys in Turkey, Robby in St. Louis… these calls meant so much to me, thank you all. I found out from Robby what happened, a plane. A large plane. It hadn't occurred to me until this point that it had been anything, but a bomb.

I was going to go back via the metro but there were people flooding out coughing and saying that because of the smoke from the pentagon (the entrance was directly under the building, but has now been moved) they were shutting down the metro from L'enfant to crystal city. I just started walking after that. A lady I had worked projects with (Kathy, who ended up taking wonderful care of me) was traveling with me. It was nice to have a familiar face to attach to; I just followed her. The malls had closed by the time we passed by, all the corporations and banks and grocery stores all dark. We walked from the Pentagon to Crystal City looking for a phone for her and another lady we'd picked up to check in with their families. We stopped at the Rec center about a mile away and stood in line for a bit. Even from there, we could still see the column of obsidian smoke dispersing into the sky. I stood and waited for them outside and then the ground shook. Literally, shook like tread mill jolting to a start. This was the corridor 4 & 5 side of the building collapsing.

The ladies decided the line was too long so we continued on and stopped at a little church in a development of older homes. Mid-course we'd decided to keep to the neighborhoods and away from the larger buildings in Crystal City, just in case. At the church while they called I sat on the steps and noticed for the first time my heels were bleeding. I'd rubbed blisters during the kick off ceremony the day before and all the walking and running had made them raw. The pastor at the church led us in a prayer, and then Kathy and I left. The other woman stayed at the church because she'd found a ride with one of the office ladies. We walked all the way to Route One, traffic was snarled as far as I could see.

One of my coworkers was actually stopped at he corner of Rte 1 and 23rd so I hopped in with her hoping to get a ride to Old Town. I probably should have just walked; it took hours to get there. We watched a jet fighter escort a private plane into DCA with a mixture of fear because we were sitting on a bridge at the time and fascination because we'd never seen anything like it before. She dropped me off near my bank in Old Town because I thought that maybe it would be open. Yeah right. After I looked in my bag I had no ID, no wallet, only my checkbook and cell phone. My car was still miles away.

I walked around looking for a taxi, the streets were so empty. I had called my mom and she said to give any taxi driver I could find my watch to take me to my car. I would have had there been one, so I started walking to the Metro station, there had to be one there. On my way, I met the wife of a work/school friend. Thank you Renee and Dave. They took me in, gave me a beer, fed me and let me crash at their house for a few hours. They said I conked out on the couch for an hour but I don't remember that.

They gave me a ride to my car about 5PM, I drove to my house and left the next day for home. This is the story that my hometown newspaper wanted (I still want to know who the hell told them I was coming home) but I wasn't ready to go give. It's not so much interesting as it is my account that I wanted to tell.


You can read more about Claire at her easyjournal

++Never Forget 9/11++

Veritas has this to say: Today marks the 2nd anniversary of one of the most tragic days in American history. Thousands have answered the call, defending America at home, and over seas. I ask you, if just for today, when you see a police man, fireman, EMT, soldier, airman, marine, or ROTC cadet on campus, just say thank you. Believe me, just hearing that makes it all worth while. And if you have a little time I recommend reading this story, reminding all of us that this nation was built by heroes, and will always have heroes. Remember, America will only remain the land of the free as long as we are the home of the brave.

Fear not young one for I have returned

Yes I'm back and better than ever sorry for the massive delay in updates and posts but well family comes before blogging. But now that the family is once again safe I have marched back into the blogosphere at the head of my army ready to rule with an iron fist. We who are about to die, salute you!

How to be a good liberal

I got this in my e-mail the other day and felt it was post worthy. So here it is

In order to be a good liberal you have to believe...

That there were no charities before welfare,

there was no art before federal funding,

that taxes are too low, but ATM fees are too high,

the AIDS virus is spread by a lack of federal funding,

the United States must not make the decision to defend itself by itself; it must first get permission from the U.N.,

that identifying individuals by their uniqueness is "racist," but identifying them only as a member of a race is not,

that good economies are caused by politicians and not by entrepreneurs,

that businesses create oppression and governments create prosperity,

that farmers, ranchers, hunters and fishermen don't care about nature and the long-term survival of species, but "animal rights" activists who've never been outside the city do,

that global temperatures are less affected by cyclical, documented changes in the earth's climate and in the cycles of the sun, and more affected by yuppies driving SUVs,

that the thinning of forests by lumber companies and forestry workers "destroys habitat," while burning it down in its entirety by allowing unhindered forest fires makes animals "thrive,"

that American corporations' drilling for oil in "environmentally sensitive" areas is bad, but paying billions of dollars to Muslim countries for their oil is better,

that Betty Friedan and Gloria Steinem are more important to American history than Thomas Jefferson, George Washington Carver or Thomas Edison,

that private citizens should not be allowed to choose their doctors, their childrens' schools, where they live, what foods they eat, where and if they smoke, and when they speak or write: which "politically correct" words they may use and which "incorrect" ones they may not -- without your help,

that there is no such thing as a "sovereign citizen." In fact, there is no such thing as "inalienable rights," only permissions from government,

that it would be vastly preferably to risk destroying the economy of the United States even in wartime than to allow drilling in areas which might risk the well-being of wildlife,

that the explosions in medical and prescription drug costs since 1965 have been caused by greedy doctors and drug companies and not by medicare, HMO subsidies and labyrinthine government regulations,

that public schools must be given ever-more money and protection from competition, no matter how poorly they perform,

that social changes must be made by classroom propaganda and coercion, not by persuasion, and certainly NOT by example,

that the ancient left-right political spectrum must be defended as the only yardstick for evaluating ideologies because the old left-right one conveniently implies that "the democratic ideal" is nothing more than a compromise between socialism and fascism, and so the ONLY question is "WHAT KIND of huge, powerful, all-pervasive government do you want?",

that black people can't succeed without your help, but those who do, or tell others they can, must be vilified as "Uncle Toms,"

that the NRA is bad, because it supports certain parts of the Constitution, while the ACLU is good, because it supports certain parts of the Constitution,

that guns in the hands of law-abiding Americans are more of a threat than U.S. nuclear weapons technology in the hands of Chinese communists,

that even though there are 54,000,000 children under 16 in the U.S., and even though you can never achieve "zero" accidental deaths from drowning, choking, fires, falls, poisoning, motor vehicles and medical mistakes, you can somehow achieve zero from firearm accidents,

that the quantity of natural resources in all of existence remains finite, and will always run out unless government controls it.

that businessmen are parasites, but politicians and bureaucrats are not,

that private citizens are too stupid to make their own decisions about anything, but people in government are too smart not to give them dictatorial powers over everything,

that the only reason socialism hasn't worked anywhere it's been tried, is because "the right people" haven't been in charge,

that contributions to the Democratic Party by the Chinese Communists are in the best interests of the United States,

that gender roles are artificial, but being homosexual is natural,

that capital punishment is wrong, but support abortion on demand.

that the military, not corrupt politicians start wars.

that standardized tests are racist, but racial quotas and set-asides aren't.

that homosexual parades displaying drag, transvestites and bestiality should be constitutionally protected, and manger scenes at Christmas should be illegal