Archive for January, 2009

Authentic Jews

January 26, 2009

This may cause a bit of a kerfuffle, especially with the title, but it headed a very interesting email I got from a Muslim friend of mine, and the images shocked me. I wonder if I just was unaware myself, or does it shock you too?




I did know that there are many Israeli citizens against the actions of the IDF, and that usually the most significantly attended protests are from those actually living in Israel/Jerusalem, I guess I just never pictured it properly. Upon first seeing them, I even considered whether or not they were fake.




They are the Neturei Karta, the “Guardians of the City” in Aramaic, a term reserved for the scribes and scholars, who protect the city with knowledge rather than brute force. They have branched off from the Jews who supported the state of Israel because they believe it goes against the scriptures, faith and beliefs to try to pursue a ‘Jewish only’ state.

From their website:

Jews are not allowed to dominate, kill, harm or demean another people and are not allowed to have anything to do with the Zionist enterprise, their political meddling and their wars.

The true Jews remain faithful to Jewish belief and are not contaminated with Zionism.

The true Jews are against dispossessing the Arabs of their land and homes. According to the Torah, the land should be returned to them.”




I’m not making any judgments on what is or isn’t Judaism, I just think its good to see that it is and can be separated from the conflict. Jews, Muslims, Christians, non-believers, other believers, ufo believers and nessie believers can all get behind the anti-Israel movement, because no matter what we do or don’t pray to at the end of the day, killing people is always wrong.

Happy Australia Day!


Phosphorus & Uranium Used On Palestinians

January 20, 2009


For those who were in doubt of the vile and disgusting behaviour of the Israeli army, have no fear that I was mislead in my reaction to the invasion for thankfully some of the recent atrocities have been uncovered and Amnesty International has been amongst the first to recognise the war crimes. These include using weapons with depleted uranium, as Israel has always done because it makes the bombs harder and more effective. Traces of uranium have been found in Palestinian victims.

Even more disgusting, Israel was using white phosphorus indiscriminately on civillians. For those who are unfamiliar with white phosphorus, it is a chemical used for a smoke screen which has the vicious side effect of burning the shit out of anything it touches. I wouldn’t recommend googling for the effects, because the pictures that may turn up in the results will be quite horrific. Even after the cease fire on the 23rd day phosphorus bombs were still being dropped.

About 1200 have died from this attack, and over 5300 wounded. Last week I started up a monthly donation with Amnesty International who are working very hard to do all they can for the Palestinians suffering from this ongoing crisis. If you are willing and able, you could do the same or just check out the site here for more information on other worthy causes.

For The Haters

January 14, 2009

“Lonely days, well the only days

I remember the days I would say

I could be a star tomorrow if I really wanted to

I could be a star tomorrow if I just got rid of you

Haters, haters, haters..”


There’s something about me, I don’t know what it is, but there’s this irritating aspect I must have because for some reason I get a lot of haters. Every time I get introduced to a new group of people there will be at least one of them who will automatically be annoyed by my presence or immediately dislike me without having even spoken to me yet. It’s usually girls. I can think of ten off the top of my head and that’s only in three different circles.

I’m pretty happy-go-lucky when it comes to my usual demeanour, I’m not a sooky or bitchy girl (at least not until you take a swipe at me) so it’s not like its because of some rudeness in my personality. I would even go so far as to say that I go out of my way to be jovial, because I know people love to hate me. Some circles are hard to crack, sure, but people shouldn’t have automatic haters like I do. You can even see around my blog, the beginnings of trolls peppering my posts, who I’m sure will one day flock to me in droves.

I actually don’t mind my haters though. I can even get along with them in the right circumstances. Sometimes I try to turn them over to the good side for fun. They never bother me, mostly they just amuse me. To me, its interesting to think that so many people spend so much time thinking about me, burning because I did or said something. It’s even flattering. I just couldn’t care less about them. If anything they inspire me to try harder for success.

“You! What you tryin to prove?

Eyes on me, like I’m in your movie screen

Damn I know I’m fly!

Ain’t got nothin to hide

Want a piece of my pie?

Then you’ve got more problems than I..”


The thing is with haters though, most of them are back biters. They sneak around and whisper shit about you, then suck up to your face. It’s pathetic. You can always tell when you talk to someone if they are being fake nice to you. And you can tell when someone talks shit about you behind your back, there’s no need for a grapevine, its kind of obvious. A, because people tend to feel guilty and over compensate when they speak to you and B, because their nature is insincere. You notice when girls are in groups looking at you and muttering under their breath. You see when they scowl at you as you walk past them, even though your eyes may be pointed elsewhere.

That’s kinda why I love haters, because they are such cowards. They will never turn on you publicly without an army of cowards behind them. And if you are a nice person with a good attitude, which I think I am without meaning to be immodest, then there will never be enough in one circle to match against those that love you. So they just sit in corners and whisper, wasting their time wishing ill against you. God I love it! You’re giving me so much attention for nothing!

I love being a smartass to my haters and cutting them with little comments that they will fume over for ages afterwards. I have a decently quick wit, and its fun to be openly bitchy when they are so scared to be straight forward with their opinions. If you don’t like me, and you treat me as such, don’t expect me to go easy on you. My words can sting and I’m not afraid to use them, unlike you. I’ll fight in the open, fire with fire. I don’t care to burn a bridge I never intended to use.

“So many times I hear you try to knock my crew

Well we got somethin for all the fools

It aint just rhythm and blues

You just quit trying to compete

No telling what you could be

Might even be doper than me, I doubt it..

I know you can come better, can come better than that

Sick and tired of the loose rap, you can keep that..”


The best way to get back at a hater is to be the best you can be. Dress well, try to look better than them, have an edgier style, do what you can to achieve your ambitions, at work or in study, and be a nice and happy person. Let them sit and hurt inside because you’re not complying with their petty games and bullshit. Show them that you will be happy regardless of whether they like you or not. Indifference is always your best weapon. They can’t win if you’re not playing the game with them.

I like to think that a multitude of haters early in your life is a good sign. It means you are grinding against the grain. And anyone who’s anyone in the biz has haters. If I want to be a great journalist, then I must be known and read, even if it’s only by those who want to pull me down. Any publicity is good publicity. Being bitched about means I’m well known, especially in my area, by people I’ve never even heard of. It’s a great start to a media career.

So this post is dedicated to all my haters out there, I love you rats! You sneaky, dirty dogs, too afraid to stab me anywhere but in the back, and only if I had my hands tied. Your constant disapproval and bitter snarkiness only pushes me harder to attain my goals. In a twisted, ironic way some of my success is because of you. Thank you, vile snakes with venomous words and poisonous hearts, thank you for your industrious and persistent hating! I couldn’t have made it here without you. Go fuck yourselves!


“I swear they got some nerve

Spreadin what they heard

I can’t give them no run

I can’t be concerned with all that talk

I won’t be involved – thats my word!

See I’m not the one, they got me confused

They got me messed up

Don’t you think I’ve had enough?”

In 2009 I Will Stop Dating Psychos

January 8, 2009

Now that I’ve sufficiently tantrumed it up about Palestine, I can relate to you the enchanting experiences that have been my on and off holidays. Our busy season at work is right now, even for the mindless shit I have to do, so unfortunately I couldn’t get all the days off but I did manage to party hard and will continue to do so on weekends as is the usual Luli fashion.


Let me begin by telling the tale of my date on Xmas eve-eve. I went out for drinks after work one night with my sister in law, who I would describe as the hot librarian type. As with all hot librarians, after a few drinks she cuts loose and gets wild, so its always an exciting night when she gets involved although you would never pick her as the crazy type. We were in for a big one, trawling from pub to bar in the city, ending up at Transport in Fed Square. Luck of the gods, it was Tradies night! I have never seen so many hot, built men in one area before, and without the usual packs of females stalking them like lionesses hunting for prey in African savannas. Probably a ratio of one girl to twenty guys, so I was loving my odds.

The guy I met seemed awesome, a bit older than me at 28, soon to be turning 29. He only really stood out because he gave good convo, I was all set to lash on him and his friends when he said something too smartassed, but my girls were like ‘Nah stay!’ and he apologised so I let him off the hook. Anyway, whatever, he got my number and we decided to go out for a movie a few days later.


On the date we went to see that Bond movie, Quantum of Solace, of which the title is probably the best feature. I was so bored, sorry to the Bond fans, but I’m gonna put it out there and say it has absolutely no appeal to anyone with a need for a decent plot in a movie. The action was constant and so fast that I couldn’t keep up with it, plus the Bond guy isn’t even hot.

So bad movie choice by him. Not only that, but he kept talking bout his exes for like a hundred years, telling me they had psych issues (one had anorexia, the other had cancer and depression) and asking me multiple times if I had any. It was like he wanted me to. The way his convo was going was revolving around him being this major hero to every female character in his life, and to be honest it was all weirding me out a bit. I felt like he thought I was a weak psych issue girl who he wanted to depend on him, so he could be in control. I was getting predator vibes, especially when he kept trying to hug me and kiss me in the cinema. I would just wriggle out of his grasp and was careful not to look at him incase he surprise kissed me. Is cinema PDA inappropriate to anybody else? 15mins into the movie I knew I wanted to ditch him, but I didn’t want to be harsh. I would at least stick around for after movie coffees.


After movie coffees were worse. He asked to see my id (WTF WHO DOES THAT) and I was like “Don’t you trust me?” and he’s like “Nah, I do,” but still persisted in seeing it. Later I realised how dumb that was, coz now he knows my address. When he gave it back I go “Did you memorise the numbers?” talking about the birth date, and he got all flustered and was like “What?” And when he realised I meant my DOB he was visibly relieved and I thought nothing of it till later, but yeah. So I’m a fuckhead. Plus he knows where I work too. And during the convo he kept lying and switching his stories around to suit what he thought I’d want to hear, which I picked up on a little the first night, but became way more obvious during coffee. He cracked the shits when I took the bill, and when I asked why he goes “Because you’re the girl.” Sigh.

A few days later I told him I didn’t wanna continue it, citing age as the major factor. In all honesty, the age didn’t bother me, but it bothered him so I figured if I said it he would understand and it wouldn’t be too painful. The thing is I’m feeling a little stalked by him. He called me like two days later at 4.30am but I missed the call because I was obviously asleep on a Tuesday night at that time, and he’s mes’d me but I didn’t reply. Now today he’s trying to add me on facebook and I ignored him, but with much anguish. I just want him to fuck off. I have a new sim ready to change my number if he persists.


New Years Eve was pretty good, just got very drunk, and seeing as I was still recovering from my bad date I was wary of talking to boys and decided to never pick up at a pub/club/bar ever again for my resolution. It can only end in psychos and awkwardness. So far, so good, but resolutions are made to be broken and I’m going out this weekend for the hot librarians birthday so I’m guessing its gonna be tested. I talk like I’ve been on it for ages, and its only like 8 days into the year! Damn my flirty drunken ways.

How were your NYE’s? What did you get up to? Resolutions?

Racism’s Still Alive, They Just Be Concealin It

January 4, 2009

-Kanye West, Never Let Me Down, College Dropout.


Firstly, Happy New Year to you all. I hope your New Years Eves were as crazy and drunken as mine, full of random interaction with strangers who were off their faces and dazzling displays of fireworks and such. I’ll be sharing my holiday stories with you soon. Sorry for post delays, but I have been drinking for a few days without even a bar of phone reception in a holiday house near Lakes Entrance. Most of the outside world has been a mystery to me, or not actually on the agenda at all and so after catching up on the news here I am, ready to pick a politics fight from the blogging world!

It is Day 9 of the Israeli siege on Gaza. Desertpeace records the casualties at 450 people with 2350 injured. The ground military have moved in, and this is when we can expect the numbers of casualties to rise dramatically, if history has taught us anything about Israeli invasions of Palestine. This is when the women, elderly and children will be ‘accidentally’ slaughtered in disgustingly high numbers and by sickeningly bloodthirsty ways.


I caught a couple of minutes of a foreign correspondent talking on I think Channel 10 a day or so ago, and he looked scared shitless. No matter what they edited out of his undoubtedly anti-Israeli report, they couldn’t edit the shaking in his voice or the fear on his face. He knew some dangerous and murderous shit was about to go down and he wanted to get the fuck out of there. He said something fleetingly about the instigator as usual being Israel and the mass casualties being as always, the Palestinian civillians, before being diverted from the topic by the home base journo.

No matter what preconceived notions you had about Arab-Israeli conflict in the Middle East, once you get to Palestine there is no denying who is the aggressor and the murderer, and who is being slaughtered. There’s no denying the tiny body bags containing innocent children or the residential homes no where near terrorist bases that have been bombed to rubble. Even if after a couple of weeks the mess has been cleared away and the blood washed off the walls, you have the inevitability of another attack in a few more weeks, because it’s a never ending genocide. Constant, reckless, vicious assaults on your suburb or city until you are either obliterated or you run away. Because all they want is that land and they won’t stop killing until they get it.


Let’s not beat around the bush here, lets be real about it. We all know that they’re murdering people until they either destroy every Palestinian in the world or get full control of the West Bank and Gaza Strip. No matter what bullshit excuse they pull out for this invasion, or this bombing, or this bulldozing the fact of the matter is it all comes down to what we already knew. Why people deny it, or defend Israel is beyond me. They could be in hot pursuit of Hamas terrorists, defending their own country and so forth. They say the same shit every time. But how does that explain the thousands of civillian deaths? Year after year, children and women are massacred on the streets. How can you defend that? Is the destruction of Hamas worth the mass murder of innocents?

I suppose its easier to distance ourselves from those kind of deaths because of how different the Palestinians are from us. We can’t relate to them. Muslims and olive skin, poverty and refugee camps. If Australian civillians were caught up in the middle of a war between some terrorist group and a hostile neighbouring country, experiencing that kind of casualty rate, it would be a world wide outrage. There would be protesting in the streets of the capital cities. There would be billions of dollars donated to the poor Aussie refugees who lost their houses to the bombs and bulldozers. The US would probably intervene on our behalf. White people only care when white people die. That’s the sad truth.


So I’m not really sure what’s worse to me, that the Israelis are orchestrating genocide on the Palestinians as I type, or that nobody in the Western world gives a fuck about it? We didn’t care when their water and electricity were cut off, their medical supplies, food packages, international aid. We didn’t care when they were forced out of their houses or when fences were put around them so that they could live like caged animals. We didn’t care that they were made to endure hours of waiting at road block after road block, so that babies were being born in cars where their parents were waiting in line to be stripped and humiliated in hopes of reaching the hospitals on the other side.

It doesn’t even matter if they die, or their children and elderly are killed, we still don’t care. The worst of the worst has already happened. Rape, torture, slaughter, desecration of holy and cultural sites and icons, homes burnt to the ground. Palestine is the closest thing to hell on earth, and we’ve already given permission to the Israelis to administer their eternal damnation.

I guess heaven is still whites only.