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Thursday, September 30, 2004



Jatts vs. Tarkhans (via Sonu)

Much like the majority of shows and news on network tv, the debates will also follow a predictable, candy-coated, and uninspiring format. Instead of canned laughter you get "soft supporters." Say "Oh Really" - Harlem Nights Style.

Cat's don't want it...and it..bad enough. Where's the hunger mayne?



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Tuesday, September 28, 2004

adisa weighs in on dead-beat dads

interesting editorial on kerry v bush (spotted via prometheus)

"Best of all, these indie labels are entrepreneurial ventures. They were founded by music freaks, oftentimes by music industry outsiders, or music industry insiders who decided to try their hand with artists that didn’t fit the cheesy major-label model." full article on A Small New Future

and

a quick interview with Ms. Jill Scott.
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Monday, September 27, 2004



Pouty White People
Why so downbeat on the future? Well, start with racial changes.
By Gregory Rodriguez

Gregory Rodriguez, a contributing editor of Opinion, is an Irvine senior fellow at the New America Foundation.

September 26, 2004

Once known as the land of futurists and dreamers, California is increasingly home to pessimists. Often nostalgic, newspaper commentators, novelists, journalists and social critics issue jeremiads about paradise lost and the coming dystopia. California has always had its share of apocalyptic prophets, but these voices are no longer cries in the wilderness; they reflect a growing public mood in the once Golden State.

There is a racial dimension to all the gloominess. The downbeat outlook is in large part driven by Anglos, the state's largest minority. Although they enjoy the highest per capita income and are significantly more likely to own a home than any other group, Anglos appear to be suffering from a bad case of "declinism."

One reason for California's post-World War II success was the willingness of government and civic institutions to invest in the aspirations and hard work of newcomers to the state. California built an extraordinary infrastructure — aqueducts, roads, universities and schools — to enable largely Anglo migrants to realize their dreams. Taxpayers gladly footed the cost because their future depended on the improvements. Because the electorate had an optimistic vision, they were willing to bear the sacrifices. California's leading social, political and cultural institutions echoed this sentiment and articulated the goals of the ascendant Anglo population. The editorial visions of the state's leading newspapers resonated with the energy and outlook of a hopeful, striving population.

Whites still make up a disproportionate share of the electorate. They dominate the state's business, intellectual and cultural elites. They remain the principal authors of the California story. And they have become the most pessimistic of any group in the state, according to an August survey of the Public Policy Institute of California. Fully 57% felt that the state would be a worse place to live in two decades. At 49%, blacks were the second most pessimistic group. Latinos (39%) and Asians (34%) were significantly less downbeat.

Anglo pessimism in California is not a new phenomenon. In a similar poll taken five years ago, Anglos were considerably more pessimistic about living in the state in 2020 than were Latinos, the group with the lowest per capita income and second-lowest homeownership rate.

This apparent disconnect between wealth and outlook suggests that Anglo declinism does not stem from material circumstances. Indeed, pessimism tends to increase with education and income. Are Anglos simply better informed about the state's problems than everyone else, and thus gloomier?

If educational achievement is an indicator, the answer is no. Asians in California have higher rates of academic attainment than whites, and they are far more optimistic.

What these polls do measure is expectations. A majority of Anglos clearly believe that their best days in the state are behind them.

One explanation for what is happening is what journalist David Whitman calls the "I'm OK, you're not" phenomenon. Anglos have less faith in the future of today's immigrants than the immigrants have for themselves. Over a generation, immigrants from Asia and particularly Latin America have changed not only the cultural landscape but also the state's image of itself.

The newcomers have punctured the idea of California as a middle-class utopia. They are associated with high rates of poverty, density, diversity and social ills reminiscent of New York City and Chicago at the turn of the 20th century. Whites don't easily identify with the aspirations of these emergent groups.

With the exception of the much-maligned "Oakies" and "Arkies" in the 1930s, native-born white migrants were generally welcomed to California by the state's establishment. The new arrivals' enthusiasm was not greeted with dread.

Anglo declinism may stem from the aging of the Anglo population. Of all the state's major demographic groups, Anglos are the most likely to have lived in California the longest. As a result, they are both more able — and more likely — to remember the ways things used to be, to compare the present with the past. Furthermore, the median age of whites (40.3) is significantly higher than all other groups. As such, Anglos are not only racially but increasingly generationally disconnected from the younger nonwhite population. Brookings Institution demographer Bill Frey calls this a "racial generation gap."

"The newcomers have the enthusiasm whites have lost," Frey said. "Whites are the landed aristocracy that don't see themselves as part of the new dynamism of the state."

Life in California is more complicated than it was a generation ago. It takes much longer to drive from Los Angeles to San Diego. Competition to land a spot on a University of California campus is far keener. High housing prices can bring even the financially mighty to their knees. But greater population density and stiffer competition don't necessarily translate into catastrophe.

"Anglos are pouting," California historian Kevin Starr said. "They still think California is the unearned increment, that just by coming here you'd be prosperous."

The gritty reality of a generation of enormous international migration has collided with Anglo illusions of the good life. It isn't that Asians and Latinos, two groups with large foreign-born cohorts, don't still see California as a land of opportunity. Rather, it's that the Anglo myth that dreams should be achieved without struggle is gone. Today's newcomers don't come to the land of perpetual sunshine to reinvent themselves in a Mediterranean climate. Their story is a more hardscrabble version of the American dream, one we associate with the East Coast.

In his 1998 critique of the New Left, Stanford philosopher Richard Rorty asserted, "National pride is to countries what self-respect is to individuals: a necessary condition for self-improvement." A similar judgment could be said about a state's orientation toward the future. Like individuals, bodies politic must have a modicum of faith in the future if they intend to plan constructively for one.

California's crumbling infrastructure can be rebuilt, and its broken education system can be repaired. But that's not going to happen until we re-create the social contract that built postwar California. That contract must be founded on a shared vision of the future. If Anglo California is not willing to provide one, then at the very least it should make way for those who do.

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Thursday, September 23, 2004

Punjabi's are really this happy at all times. In fact, I can't remember the last time I entered a building, office, or club without being introduced with some really corny music and back-up dancers. The flying carpet is a bit much however.

Dubya should try this technique [Stop Looking At Me]

happy childhood memories



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Wednesday, September 22, 2004


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poem by Saul Williams

When the clock strikes me
the big hand will realize the grandeur
of its illusion
and will begin to shrink
in its own eyes
while the little hand
marvels at the ball of energy
spinning from its palm

when the clock strikes me
everything will stop
and that which was nothing
will become the beginning again

when the clock strikes me
numbers will backfire
symbols will become
that which they symbolize
and sayings like “out of the blue”
will reveal their hidden origin

when the clock strikes me
people will gather to deconstruct
the myths and fables
that conspired against them
and every new song
will be an antivirus
for an old belief

when the clock strikes me
women will close their doors
jump, dance, and bang the walls
in remembrance of their future selves
while men fight internally
to recall the recipe for freedom

when the clock strikes me
men will recall the recipe for freedom
and will begin to form
rescue teams for dreams deferred

when the clock strikes me
some people will have to die
when the clock strikes me
children will find it coolto be playful
and adults will find it worthwhile
to play like children

when the clock strikes me
the story of jesus
will simply be told as a children’s story
where his name will be replaced
with the name of every newborn
and families will celebrate every birth
as the rebirth of the messiah
and all people will think of all people
as chosen

when the clock strikes me
buddha will still be laughing

when the clock strikes me
the powers of being
will prevail
over the powers that be

when the clock strikes me
thugs and poets will laugh at themselves
businessmen will serve humanity
world leaders will turn to their mothers for advice
and mothers will turn
to their daughters
for inspiration

when the clock strikes me
something will be different
something will feel completely random
the moment will feel slightly eerie
the unexpected will change places
with the predictable
and life will truly feel like an adventure

when the clock strikes me
no alarm will sound
green streaks of light may mark the night
stray cats may purr
and rub themselves against your ankle
many people will double blink
and pinch themselvesand those who normally don’t
will notice the moon in broad daylight

when the clock strikes me
it will strike you too
and even your cynicism
and concrete analysis
will be brought into question
as the most beautiful stranger
makes herself/himself known to you

when the clock strikes me
your loved ones
will glow with the beauty
of complete strangers
and you will have to
reintroduce yourself to your parents
for they will have never met
the side of you that dances
just because you found an old recipe

when the clock strikes me
you will be sitting someplace
alone or with another
reading this
and we will both
go off unexpectedly
spines will tingle
eyes will water
and this moment
on this plane
in my favorite jeans
with jimi blaring in my ears
will become NOW
and FOREVERMORE
and more eyes will water
for they will know
and they will feel it
and live it
and they will turn
to the stranger beside them
and say “you have to read this”
and this will go down in history
as one of those moments
when you knewthat nothing would ever
be the same


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Monday, September 20, 2004

Indo-Canadian Gangster Ish...

Former gangster Bal Buttar reveals how he arranged the murders of Indo-Canadian rivals in a brutal, drug-fuelled underworld that has claimed dozens of young lives...
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Don't Believe The Hype

Why You Should Ignore The Gallup Poll This Morning - And Maybe Other Gallup Polls As Well

This morning we awoke to the startling news that despite a flurry of different polls this week all showing a tied race, the venerable Gallup Poll, as reported widely in the media (USA Today and CNN) today, showed George W. Bush with a huge 55%-42% lead over John Kerry amongst likely voters. The same Gallup Poll showed an 8-point lead for Bush amongst registered voters (52%-44%). Before you get discouraged by these results, you should be more upset that Gallup gets major media outlets to tout these polls and present a false, disappointing account of the actual state of the race. Why?

Because the Gallup Poll, despite its reputation, assumes that this November 40% of those turning out to vote will be Republicans, and only 33% will be Democrat. You read that correctly. I asked Gallup, who have been very courteous to my requests, to send me this morning their sample breakdowns by party identification for both their likely and registered voter samples they use in these national and I suspect their state polls. This is what I got back this morning:

Likely Voter Sample Party IDs – Poll of September 13-15
Reflected Bush Winning by 55%-42%

Total Sample: 767
GOP: 305 (40%)
Dem: 253 (33%)
Ind: 208 (28%)

Registered Voter Sample Party IDs – Same Poll
Reflected Bush Winning by 52%-44%

Total Sample: 1022
GOP: 381 (38%)
Dem: 336 (33%)
Ind: 298 (30%)

In both polls, Gallup oversamples greatly for the GOP, and undersamples for the Democrats. Worse yet, Gallup just confirmed for me that this is the same sampling methodology they have been using this whole election season, for all their national and state polls. Gallup says that "This (the breakdown between Reeps and Dems) was not a constant. It can differ slightly between surveys" in response to my latest email. Slightly? Does that mean that in all of these national and state polls we have seen from Gallup that they have "slightly" varied between 36%-40% GOP and 32%-36% Democrat? I already know from an email I got from Gallup earlier in the week that in their suspicious Wisconsin and Minnesota polls they seemingly oversampled for the GOP and undersampled for the Dems. For example in Wisconsin, in which they show Bush now with a healthy lead, Gallup used a sample comprised of 38% GOP and 32% Democratic likely voters. In Minnesota where Gallup shows Bush gaining a small lead, their sample reflects a composition of 36% GOP and 34% Democrat likely voters. How realistic is either breakdown in those states on Election Day?

According to John Zogby himself:

If we look at the three last Presidential elections, the spread was 34% Democrats, 34% Republicans and 33% Independents (in 1992 with Ross Perot in the race); 39% Democrats, 34% Republicans, and 27% Independents in 1996; and 39% Democrats, 35% Republicans and 26% Independents in 2000.

So the Democrats have been 39% of the voting populace in both 1996 and 2000, and the GOP has not been higher than 35% in either of those elections. Yet Gallup trumpets a poll that used a sample that shows a GOP bias of 40% amongst likely voters and 38% amongst registered voters, with a Democratic portion of the sample down to levels they haven’t been at since a strong three-way race in 1992?

Folks, unless Karl Rove can discourage the Democratic base into staying home in droves and gets the GOP to come out of the woodwork, there is no way in hell that these or any other Gallup Poll are to be taken seriously.

How likely is it that the Democrats will suffer a seven-point difference against the GOP this November or that the GOP will ever hit 40%?

Not very likely.

The real problem here is that Gallup is spreading a false impression of this race. Through its 1992 partnership with two international media outlets (CNN and USA Today), Gallup is telling voters and other media by using badly-sampled polls that the GOP and its candidates are more popular than they really are. Given that Gallup’s CEO is a GOP donor, this should not be a surprise. But it does require us to remind the media, like Susan Page of USA Today, who wrote the lead story on the poll in the morning paper, and other members of the media who cite this poll today, that it is based on a faulty sample composition of 40% GOP and 33% Democrats.
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Thursday, September 16, 2004



kool aid man - the character profile

an invisible library
[follow up to yesterday's post]

a lost art indeed

and the "shake your head for many reasons" link ...hooters...india!!!

woah.

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Wednesday, September 15, 2004



blurbs:

new jay-z/rkelly songs over at hip hop game (via different kitchen)

"radical" librarians fighting the patriot act

torture for profit?

india sitting on AIDS timebomb?

an overly brainy article on 80's nostalgia...

and

the health industry using videogames to improve service, etc...
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Wednesday, September 08, 2004

And now the best of Craigslist...



Hey, hold my beer and watch this.....



My friends are fond of saying that my last words on this earth will be something akin to, "hey y'all, hold my beer and watch this!" Well, I have outdone myself once again. No doubt you will see this true story chronicled in a LifeTime movie in the near future. Here goes.............................
Last weekend I spied something at Larry's Pistol and Pawn that tickled my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled. I had gone into the Star Market to pick up some milk yesterday and I bought a super ball in the checkout line--50 cents. What a bargain! It tickled my fancy--still does. That thing bounces soooooo high, and it has provided me with hours of entertainment. It just doesn't get any better than that, now does it?) I'm so easily distracted. That dang super ball is so much fun. So what were we talking about? Oh yeah, I bought something really cool at Larry's Pistol and Pawn last Saturday. The occasion was my 50th birthday and I was looking for a little something extra cool.

What I came across was a 100,000 volt, pocket/purse sized Tazer gun with a clip. For those of you who are not familiar with this product, it is a less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate an assailant with a shock of high voltage, low amperage electricity while you flee to safety. The effects are supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, but allowing you adequate time to retreat to safety. You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. tattooed assailant, push the button, and it will render him a slobbering, goggle eyed, muscle twitching, whimpering, pencil neck geek. If you've never seen one of these things in action, then you're truly missing out--way too cool!

Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't need no stinkin' directions), I found much to my chagrin that this particular model would not create an arch between the prongs. How disappointing! I do love fire for effect. I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and pressed it against a metal surface that I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs that I was so looking forward to. I did so. Awesome!!! Sparks, a blue arch of electricity, and a loud pop!!! Yipeeeeee . . .

I'm easily amused. Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries, etc., etc. There I sat in my recliner, my dog Molly looking on intently (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Molly), and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target. I must admit I thought about zapping Molly for a fraction of a second and thought better of it. She is such a sweet doggy, after all. But, if I was going to use this thing to protect myself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? Was I wrong to think that? Seemed reasonable to me at the time. So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, Tazer in another.

The directions said that a one second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a three second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. All the while I'm looking at this little device (measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference, pretty cute really, and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no bloody way!" Bloody way--trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best. Those of you who know me well have got a pretty good idea of what followed. I'm sitting there alone, Molly looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it daddy," reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad (sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't you agree?).

I decided to give myself a one second burst just for the he11 of it. (Note: You know, a bad decision is like hindsight--always twenty-twenty. It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya hate that?) I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and Holy Dad Dam Cr @p! DAM!!! I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door, picked me up out of that recliner, then body slammed me on the carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, n-pples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position. Molly was standing over me making whimpering sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again daddy, do it again!" (Note: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution. There is no such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if you're lucky, you won't dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh like yours truly.) SON-OF-A-Biscuit-Eater that hurt! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both n-pples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, as my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. +/- an ounce or two, I'm pretty sure.

By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away. I'm offering a reward. They're round, rather large, kinda hairy, and handsome if I must say so myself. Miss 'em. Sure would like to get 'em back.

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Don't Eat at Burger King before Sex!!!



Let me start by saying that my room doesn't have windows. My apartment is in the basement, and I have the inner room, so when you shut my bedroom door and turn off the lights you are suddenly transcended to the deepest, darkest cave on earth.

So I was casually dating this hot, young, blonde, Paris Hilton-esque flight attendant. God was in a good mood when he made her. One night we went out and had drinks with a group of her friends and some friends of mine in town from NJ. Went back to my apartment with a good buzz going. Don't smoke much but my buddy had some MJ... a few hits later and I'm stoned.

So I took the girl back into the love cave aka my bedroom. Door shut, lights out, pitch black. We're both on the bed feverishly and blindly stripping each other of clothes. Jimmy's at attention. She asked if she should get a condom, and of course that was an affirmative. She grabbed her purse that was mixed in with her pile of clothes on the floor and fished around for the condom. A few seconds later she returned with the rubber. Yes! I'm high and I'm about to get laid! She handed me the condom. I went to open the wrapper but it did not tear in typical fashion. I really had rip the fucker hard to get to the contents but nothing was going to stop me. Once I got through the barrier wall I felt around for the rim of the condom. Where the hell is it?!?! Was this a faulty empty condom pack? I felt a lot of lubrication, but no rubber. OHHHHH!!! I got it, I told myself..... This girl had always been a little kinky and was often into the foreplay and flavored lube pack thing...I'd seen this before. This girl really wants to have some fun tonight! Aww Yeahhh!! Freaky-Deaky!!! So I commence to find that inner freak inside me and prepare to let loose. I squeeze some lube into my hand and throw a little on the dills. Ahhhh... Warm some more up in my hand and start rubbing her down... tits, stomach, and most intimate of areas. We're both really getting into it. I give her a dab and she rubs down my chest. I start to feel a warm sensation on the skin that it covered...awesome, it's the tingly sensation kind, even better!! I start rubbing the dills against her hot, super lubricated hole...

"Alright, now give me the condom" I say. "I just did" she replied. Huh????? I'm so confused at this point??????? "No you didn't??????"

I reach over to turn on the light. WHAT THE FUCK???!!!!! This girl had been to BURGER KING that day. What she thought was a condom and I thought was lube was really FUCKING MUSTARD!!!! AAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

I had to walk from my bedroom to the bathroom which involved a direct pass by all of my buddies hanging out in the living room. With mustard on face, in chest hair, and the vinegar in it now burning my urethra, I shamefully walked by them and their weeping laughter. As for the sex, let's just say it killed the mood. My dills is just glad that BK doesn't serve Tabasco.

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11 Large Trojan-enz condoms



OK, these are 11 fully respectable, fully securely packaged, fully safe (expire in 2006) condoms for the more endowed. Specifically they are Trojan -Enz Large, lubricated, latex. They just weren't quite the right size (don't ask). We'd love to give them to others for joyful use, as opposed to the dump as joyless junk. So, to avoid undue embarassment on anyone's part, we are taping them (at 7:57 p.m.), in a rain and ego protective opaque plastic bag to the back of one of the two stop signs at the Northeast corner of N. 57th street and Kirkwood Place N. (a very quiet residential intersection in the Greenlake neighborhood). On the white bag is written in magic marker "Craig's List." Come and get them under the cover of night or in the broad daylight if they are still there by tomorrow morning. Enjoy!

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The production on this is ignorrant...

Gift of Gab mp3 of Way of the Light (right click and save) via Music-For-Robots

This is also ridiculoid...

Bjork ft Kelis Oceania[right click + save] via Said the Gramophone
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Since we're on the topic of Racial Profiling...


spotted via promethus6
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Monday, September 06, 2004

Sikh trucker accuses Oregon police of abuse

By Daniel Witter/Appeal-Democrat

Some members of the Yuba-Sutter Sikh community are outraged over an alleged racial profiling and beating of a Yuba City Sikh truck driver by an Oregon State Police officer Wednesday.

Gurpal Singh Gill, 44, said he was driving a truckload of produce from Stockton to Tacoma, Wash., when he was pulled over by a state police officer, cuffed and then beaten near the city of Roseburg in southwestern Oregon.

Gill said he suffered scrapes to his face and shoulders and pain in his lower back from the incident. He also had a ceremonial knife, called a kirpan, taken from him, he said.

"This is a gross violation of his fundamental rights," said Harbans Sraon, a fellow Sikh who translated for Gill Friday at the Appeal-Democrat office in Marysville. "The Sikh community is very offended."

The Punjabi-American Heritage Society and the Sikh Coalition are considering legal action against the officer for the incident, according to Dr. Jasbir Kang, a member of the Society.

"They (the state police) should have the courtesy to drop the charges," Sraon said. Gill said there was no reason to pull him over as he was obeying the traffic laws.

Gill is of the Sikh faith, whose origins come from the state of Punjab in northern India. Sikhs believe in one God, tolerance of other faiths and equality of both sexes. As an article of faith, male followers grow out their beards and hair and wear a turban around their heads. Females often wear scarves over their heads, but no veils.

The Sikh faith calls for baptized followers to bear five symbols - uncut hair, a comb, a steel bracelet, special undergarments, and the kirpan. Gill is a baptized Sikh.

Sikhs are sometimes confused with Muslims, a separate religion of people who follow the teachings of the prophet Mohammed, who also preaches of one God.

Wednesday's incident affects not only Sikhs, but everyone who looks different or has a different faith from others, Sraon said.

"We should all get together on this thing," he said.

Gill said he was enroute to deliver produce to Tacoma when the officer pulled him over at about 4:15 p.m.

The officer approached the driver side of the truck and told Gill to open the door. When Gill complied, he said the officer drew his weapon on him and stated that Gill was under arrest.

Gill said he climbed out of the truck with his hands raised and went to his knees on the officer's instruction, then put his hands behind his back.

The officer allegedly dragged Gill to the ground, shoved a knee into his back and shoved his head into the ground as he handcuffed him, he said.

The officer then told him that the police look to pull over people who look as though they are from India, Pakistan and or of the Sikh faith, which Gill and Sraon said is racial profiling and illegal.

The officer put Gill into the back of the patrol car for an hour and a half. During that time, two other officers arrived in a truck and they reviewed a videotape of the incident.

Gill said they checked his cab and truck and found nothing wrong. The officer then took the cuffs off Gill and set him free, but not before he issued Gill a citation.

According to that citation, Gill was cited for carrying a concealed weapon and told to appear in Douglas County Court in Roseburg on Oct. 20.

Gill presented the officer with a copy of a proclamation from the city of Stockton calling for an end to racial discrimination, but the officer said such a proclamation had no standing in Oregon, Gill said.

No one from the southwest division of the Oregon State Police where the incident occurred could be reached for comment Friday evening.

Sraon said the kirpan is not a weapon but a religious symbol and therefore protected by law under the first amendment of the Constitution.

"It's a symbol," he said.

Gill is an American citizen who just has a different belief system than other people.

"He should not be victimized because of his convictions," Sraon said. He said many Sikhs left Indian to come to the U.S. because of the freedom of religion. Wednesday's incident sends out a very different message, Sraon and Gill said.

Sikhs are peaceable people who are contributing members of society and said there could be ripple affects from the incident.

"Truck drivers are concerned if it continues to happen, they'll lose their livelihood," he said.


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Thursday, September 02, 2004


image via chi modu

The first time I met Tupac Shakur by Adisa Banjoko

and instead of a segue into a Tupac sighting in Cuba, i thought i'd hit you with a link of a presentation regarding the "747" that "hit" the Pentagon a few years back.

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(image via chi modu)

Good Morning [right click and save]- Nas (via street dreams)




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Wednesday, September 01, 2004



Real Quick...

Smart Mushrooms

Five Tips on Fast Teamwork

Listen to Bhangra 24/7
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