NY Post depicts Obama as chimpanze
February 19, 2009 – 10:41 pmRegardless of what you may think of Obama, or the stimulus bill, the NY Post, under the leadership of Rupert Murdoch, has stepped over the bounds and into blatant racism with this one. Check it out and then sign the letter on the Color of Change website.
“After President Obama signed his stimulus bill into law, the NY Post ran a cartoon depicting the bill’s “author” as a dead monkey, covered in blood after being shot by police. You can see the image by clicking on the link below.
http://www.colorofchange.org/nypost/?id=1680-48965 target=”_blank”
The Post would have us believe that the cartoon is not about Obama. But on the page just before the cartoon appears, there’s a big picture of Obama signing the stimulus bill. A reader paging through the Post would see Obama putting pen to paper, then turn the page to see this violent cartoon. The imagery is chilling.”
THIS JUST IN: The New York Post is apologizing for a cartoon that critics say links President Barack Obama to a raging chimpanzee shot dead by police in Connecticut. But the newspaper also says the image was exploited by its longtime antagonists.
Big Lebowski Party
On a somewhat lighter note, The San Francisco Independent Film Festival held a Big Lebowski Party on February 7, a couple of weeks ago. Here are a few photos from that event.
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, I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have tlubore. But take heart! I have overcome the world. Awful things will occur. My father went bankrupt and died 6 months later leaving my mother, brother and I in absolute poverty. I had to start working at 17 to support my family (along with my mother, a once-wealthy woman who put work clothes on and began working as a maid in other people’s houses to help her children). My mother later got Cancer (probably all the sorrow). I’ve seen my fair share of brokenness. And I went through a period that lasted almost ten years, where I was angry at the universe (I didn’t want to acknowledge it was God I was angry at) for having given me such a difficult life and a bunch of broken dreams (university being one of them).Only when I decided enough was enough and began to be grateful in the midst of my broken life did I begin to see miracles. Yes miracles. The biggest one being my heart of stone turned into a heart of flesh. I was softened. I did not start making more money, nor did I get the chance to go to college. My circumstances did not change overnight, but inside, I was different. I wasn’t whole, but I was at peace, content, finding my joy in God, knowing that shit happens, but Christ himself said it would. Today, my mom is healed of her Cancer. I didn’t lose another parent. Today I managed to make enough $ to buy her a small house (another miracle). I’ve never lacked food on my table, even if it was a plate of spaghetti with no tomato sauce (or anything else to go with it), it was still edible food. And when I’ve really been flat broke, helping hands always came with groceries and helped out with the bills. God is grace. This world is broken, fractured as are we. In the midst of this brokenness, we are grateful for the grace we receive, in any shape or form. It could be a smile, a hug, a sunset, a good song or a helping hand that gives us money when we’re in the dumps. God works from the inside out. He is more interested in our spiritual journey and the changing of our paradigm, than in our comfort. Where there is comfort, there is no growth. The world preaches comfort and a stress-free life, but we are part of a different, larger story.I got the chance to baptize someone this year, and I now I’m mentoring / baptizing -once the study period is over, someone else. It’s a mini-ekklesia that God just brought about in my life. As much as I am outside of my comfort zone here (I do not attend church -nor plan on doing so ever again, I have plenty of non-christian friends but not one Christian friend in my current city, I DJ at a bar, I run a radio that plays secular music (yet everything is sacred), I work a regular day job, I struggle with financial hardship and responsibilities I never asked for , I sometimes have fear of the future and many times my faith dwindles Some days I cry because I support my family and I feel just really tired ) despite all this fractured humanity that I am . I see God bringing these broken people over so that even in my imperfection, a word of peace can be delivered to them. That just makes me happy. And I find purpose and peace. I wrote the following this year, I guess it works for the discussion on this post I’ll just cut and paste:***************Theologian Peter Rollins says that to believe is human and to doubt is divine. Paul says that we see as though in a mirror, veiled, but that a day will come when we will know how we’ve been known (1st Cor. 13:12). In the midst of faith, doubt should reign. The faith we profess doesn’t have all the answers, that’s why it’s called “faith” (the certainty of what is expected, the conviction of what is not seen). We have not yet seized what awaits us, we haven’t even seen it, but there is something at the core of our human spirit that clings to God.Christ is a clear example.Christ, the great revolutionary, came to turn the entire social-religious system of his time upside down. His statements were as bizarre as his lifestyle. “Turn the other cheek”, “Love your neighbor as yourself”… Nuggets of wisdom for a people used to the hypocrisy of the Pharisees and Sadducees. Christ did not come as the glorious liberating general that the Israelites expected their Messiah to be; the superman that would come to release them from the yoke of the Roman Empire. No… Christ came as the freak, the fringe-dweller, the unattractive guy (scripture says he was not attractive – Isaiah 53:2); the guy with no home or possessions; the guy that hung out with prostitutes and tax collectors. And furthermore he liked good wine. Christ got tired, got emotional, cracked jokes (as the human being he was), his stomach hurt, he was afraid (“take away this cup from me”) and even on the cross, he dared say “Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabactani” (“God, God, why have you forsaken me”). If Christ doubted, Christ himself… how can we say that faith is a magic little pill that fixes everything and we all live happily ever after? No… we live in a fractured world, inside a fractured body. We don’t have the answers. On the contrary, we have Cancer and Aids, thieving politicians, pedophile priests and lame pastors… that’s what we have. And the icing on the cake is us -because no one is free from sin. We have a beam in our eye. Do I not lie? Do I not covet? But the hope that Christ gives is that God is for us. For us. It is God who embraces us in the midst of how much we suck, without hesitation, without being sick to his stomach. On the contrary (as a Christian comedian once said: God has a photo of you in his wallet and whenever he takes it out to look at it he smiles – thank you GG). When faced with that kind of love, how can one not respond?It is God who meets us on the way. And when our world crumbles, when hope fails, when our dreams amount to nothing but broken dreams; that’s where we say, like children “all this will be taken and used for my sake” (Romans 8.28). This is faith. It’s saying “Yes, I believe” when you’re being led to a coliseum to be thrown to the lions.It’s not easy. If tomorrow I lost what I most hold dear (my mom and brother), would I be able to say “Yes, I believe” ? Therein lies faith. It dwells in this juncture.Enough with the lameness. Even faith resembles a market economy nowadays.Today’s “religion” tries to deny the fractured existence of human beings, with their prosperity doctrine, their pills… but it is Christ who embraces it. God knows just how broken we are. At Mount Calvary this fracture finds its reason for being. The rest is just… the rest.
By Viktorija on Nov 14, 2014