Why I do, what I do...

"Do not ignore the change by lies, because you fear to be laughed at, but watch and acknowledge that they'll try to change you with fear and lies, until you do not laugh anymore..."
Per Jensen

"Why I do, what I do" Per Leth



Naomi Wolf is a clear headed woman and logic media voice from the states, and not a bragging yankee bitch on her knees for capitalistic dictation like Sarah Palin and the tarts from Fox News...!

Facts about Marijuana

Every media tells you, how bad marijuana is for you, but fact is that coffee, alcohol and nicotine are far more dangerous...

And now some claim, that the production of hemp, which contains THC (Cannabis/Marijuana) would be harmful and costly for our world/environment, even causing global warming?
(See link below)

http://www.bizjournals.com/sanfrancisco/news/2011/04/12/marijuana-causes-global-warming.html?ana=e_pft

That is too way out there, even for me, because you can build stuff out of hemp. Shirts, pants, gloves, underwear and so on. Just like cotton and leather made from skinning animals, but I don't blame sheep or cows for having a warm environment for growth, plus "expensively" getting food from us or that their "leftovers" creates natural gas, do I?

Don't buy any such arguments from people, who work for big pharma corporations, mainstream media or their supporting government officials. They only legislate simplicity, and hope, that everybody buys their "shit" instead...

Furthermore:

http://www.stroebele-online.de/presse/26813.html

Ströbele, a german lawyer and later politician with a seat in federal parlament, has his own views on hemp in Germany.

I've quit smoking weed, but am still a big nicotine whore, so I'm not selling stuff to you. On the contrary, because I love lots of beer on a saturday night out with my pack of silly male hobbits, trying to forget our midlife crisis. I even eat greasy meatball sandwiches + loads of coffee the next day, when we try to forget our misbehaving on the night out.

Or just listen to the immortal words of Bill Hicks:

Houston Outlaws (Part 1 and 2)

Part 1:




Part 2:

Ny Zul'Gurub-Dungeon (Rundtur af Totalbiscuit)

Fremover vil jeg på denne blog udgive billeder, video'er fra og forklaringer om World of Warcraft, da jeg selv spiller spillet dagligt. Nederst under videoen kan man læse nogle ordforklaringer, som spillere bruger, når de snakker om det.

I denne video af Totalbiscuit, bedre kendt som Cynical Brit, (lånt på Youtube)kan man se, at Zul'Gurub er tilbage efter Patch 4.0.1, selvom Cataclysm-expansion i første omgang gjorde at Zul'Gurub forsvandt som Raid-instance. I perioden efter at Cataclysm-expansion kom, var området bare en zone, hvor kunne gå rundt uden at der var andet end et par quests. Før Cataclysm skulle man samle mindst 10 medspillere for at lave en raidgroup, som alle var på minimum level 55, der kunne angribe alle elite-mobs i den bane.
Nu er Zul'Gurub blevet en dungeon, og Totalbiscuit spiller det på heroic, så man kan som f.eks. level 85 nok ikke gå solo gennem den dungeon, da alle elite-mobs er omkring level 84-86... Der er forresten en questline før man skal ind i den dungeon.




Orforklaringer:

World of Warcraft: Eller forkortet WoW, er et rollespil på nettet, hvor man spiller alene mod omgivelserne (PVE = People versus environment) eller mod andre spillere (PVP = People versus people) på forskellige servere. Derudover kan også spille det på rollespils-servere (RPG = Roleplaying game), men det er ikke mig. ;)Man kan prøve et trial (En prøvetid af spillet på 10 dage, hvor man højst kan blive level 20), eller starte med Classic WoW (grundspillet), og så udvide med expansions.
I spillet kan man blive inviteret ind i et guild (en slags klub) eller spille helt alene for sig selv. Ofte får man også invites (Invitationer) til quests (opgaver), som er en midlertidig gruppe af spillere, der vil løse en opgave i spillet. Spillet kræver installation af World of Warcraft og et battlenet-account (Et Blizzard e-mailkonto), og senere installation af alle expansions, hvis man vil helt op til level 85, som jeg spiller. Hver expansion koster et vejledende beløb på cirka 250 kroner. Classic WoW får ens level op på maximum 60, Burning Crusade (BC)kan gøre en til level 70, via Wrath of the Lich King kan man blive level 80 og med Cataclysm har man muligheden for at blive level 85, som er den højeste level. Man skal derudover betale et kontingent for at blive ved med at spille, og det er på 210 kroner for 2 måneder. Spillet er dyrt, men kan også bruges til at chatte på andre sprog.

Zul'Gurub: Et indendørsbane fuld af elite-mobs , som man skal bekæmpe som spiller.

Patch 4.0.1: Blizzard, spillets udgiver, ændrer spillet løbende via patches (lappe et problem), og vi er igang med tredje expansion (udvidelse) siden det oprindelige Classic World of Warcraft, som var Patch 1.0.0., og ikke en udvidelse. Burning Crusade og Wrath of the Lich King (WOTLK) er udvidelse 1 og 2. Et Patch gør spillet lettere, eller ændrer figuren, som rollespileren har i spillet, og dens styrker.

Cataclysm: Det er den tredje udvidelse.

Zones: Udendørsbaner, hvor man skal udføre et antal quests (Opgaver).

Raid-instance: Raid/raidgroup er en angrebsgruppe på 10 eller 25 spillere, som så i et raid-instance (indendørsbane udenfor selve spillet) skal bekæmpe elite-mobs (fjender) med levels og bosses uden for level-betegnelse eller kategori. Man kan ikke gå alene (solo) ind i den bane, men man skal samarbejde med et vist antal andre spillere.

Mobs: Fjender på et bestemt level i spillet, der angriber en, hvis man kommer for tæt på, eller selv har en for lave level.

Elie-mobs: Fjender i spillet, der er meget stærkere end fjender i zones (udendørsbaner), selvom de har samme level. Deres healthpoints (Helbredspoints = hp) er meget højere end simple mobs i zones.

Bosses: De er de øverste fjender, og er stækere end andre, såsom mobs, og har højere healthpoints (Helbred).

Level: Det er en grad, hvorpå man med experience-points (erfaringspoint) kan stige en grad, jo mere man tjener af disse point.

Dungeon: En indendørsbane i spillet for fem eller bare en spiller, hvor alle mobs har levelbetegnelse eller er inden for kategori.

Heroic: Det er en dungeon, hvor alle mobs og bosses er stærkere end før, og så drevne spillere har endnu en udfordring i spillet.

Questline: Masser af opgaver der via en quest-chain (kæde af opgaver) leder hen til en slutning.

Solo: Det er hvis man alene som spiller kæmper alene eller går gennem en lowlevel-dungeon (Indendørsbane med svage fjender) uden hjælp fra andre.

Her er 2 links på engelsk, som fortæller lidt om Zul'Gurub:

http://www.wowwiki.com/Zul'Gurub

http://feature.mmosite.com/wow/guide/cataclysm_patch_4_1_zulgurub_quest_line_preview,1.shtml

Håber at I måske også får lyst til at spille spillet herinde.



Mvh,
Amfortas på Azuremyst-serveren

True organ music

My upcoming hit list/ Per Spective of vengeance

My Facebook-profile Per Spective was deactivated today along with the profiles of two other profiles of near friends....
Below you'll see who my suspects are, but to be fair, I'll verbally squash their lives and reputation anyhow.BP



Henrik von Bülow, a nazi-pedophile claiming to be a muslim

Maria-Theresa Kjær Larsen, a quiffy lump of lard, who makes dogs attack children

Martin DK (Robin Steenholdt), an impotent retard with a vagina

The Facebook-profiles Max Meridius and his alter Max Power, who add people to spy on them

All of them are known to threaten single moms on Facebook, and their many fake profiles on Facebook should have excluded them long ago. But instead Facebook decided to cut off me...? Maybe because I warned people about them???

By the way.... FUCK YOU FACEBOOK!!!!

Update: On the 25th of June, Facebook gave in, and reactivated my profile, but I'll still haunt those on my hitlist, since I'm in the mood for sharing mental pain to them!!!!xD

Igen ingen... / Noch wieder keine... / Again no...

Tiltroet anden halvdel, simple hjerters slag, drømme om kys, nær blød ånde, langsom usynlig berøring, følelser som nåde, byttende våde dufte, udveje til forløsning eller kærlighed i sigte...?

Vertraute zweite Hälfte, simple Herzen schlagend, Träume über Küsse, nahe weiche Atmung, langsame unsichtbare Berührung, Gefühle wie Gnade, Austauschung nasser Düfte, Auswege zur Verlösung oder Liebe in Sicht...?

Trustworthy significant other, plain hearts beating, dreams about kisses, close soft breath, slow invisible touch, emotions like mercy, exchanging wet odeurs, ways to absolution or love in sight...?



(Jeg holder en pause fra at blogge / Ich mache eine Pause vom Bloggen / I'm taking a break from blogging)

Henrik von Bülow (WARNUNG: Ein Monster gegenüber Frauen / WARNING: A monster towards women)

(Henrik's Foto auf MySpace / Henrik's photo on MySpace)

Henrik von Bülow, ein sogenannter Moslem, hat in der letzen Zeit, besonders in den letzen paar Tagen, versucht ein falsches Bild von Sana Petersen, Malene Kjær und Maria-Theresa Luffegås auf Facebook zu zeigen. Er hasst sie, weil sie seinen Ex-Frauen helfen, die von ihm geflohen sind. Diese jungen afrikanischen Frauen wurden durch Bülow nach Dänemark gelockt, wo er sie dann wiederholt missbrauchte. Er behauptet, dass Sana Petersen seit der Kindheit in ihn verliebt ist, und darum versucht sie seine Ehen zu zerstören. Darüberhinaus sagt er dass Sana lesbisch seinen soll. Aber er lügt... Alle die Ex-Frauen haben die Zuflucht bei Sana gesucht, wenn Henrik zu Hause fysisch und verbal ausgerastet ist. Henrik verfolgt Frauen, und verteilt falsche Gerüchte über alle Frauen die vor ihm wegrennen. Auf MySpace behauptet er 37 zu sein, aber er ist weit über 50. Momentan versucht er auch Lügen auf anderen Internet-Seiten zu verbreiten.


(Frauen passen besser auf Frantz auf als Henrik / Women watch better over Frantz than Henrik)

Henrik von Bülow, a socalled moslem, has for a while, especially in the last few days, attempted to broadcast a false image of Sana Petersen, Malene Kjær and Maria-Theresa Luffegås on Facebook. He hates her, because they help his ex-wifes, who fled fom him. Those african women were lured to Denmark by Bülow, where he then abused them repeatedly. He claims, that Sana Petersen has been in love with him since childhood, and that's why she tries to destroy his marriages. He furthermore says that Sana is lesbian. But he's lying... All of the ex-wifes have seeked shelter by Sana, when Henrik freaked out fysically and verbally at home. Henrik stalks women, and spreads false rumors about every women, who runs away from him. On MySpace he states his age to be 37, but he's way past 50. At the moment he is trying to spread lies on other internet pages.


(Henrik beim protzen / Henrik bragging)


(Henrik betritt unerlaubt Sana's Garten / Henrik trespassing Sana's garden without permission)


(Henrik produziert falsche Profile auf Facebook mit dem Namen seiner Ex-Frau / Henrik produces fake profiles on Facebook with his ex-wifes name)







(3 Bilder von Henrik's Aktionen auf Facebook, und die Reaktionen darauf / 3 pictures of Henrik's actions on Facebook, and the reactions upon it)

Poetic draft

Hearts in your palms.
They won't see your approving smile in their teens, cant remember your comforting words during neonatal tears, harsh naivitivity in the schoolyards made them forget your arms surrounding their nightmares into oblivion and becoming an adult gave them no wisdom of your unheard truth... But one sad midlife day theyll know, that you always had their hearts in your palms.

Yours to know.
You knew about my misty hood, although you don't recognize my clear mask now, so my future lone sorrows are therefore unknown, but it'll be yours to know, if you have the knowledge to love me...



Beauty to me.
The beauty of your old dresses blossoms my eye. The beauty of your curly dry hair interests my hands. The beauty of your pimples shows me youth. The beauty of your scars indicates wisdom. The beauty of your voluptous tummy imbeds softness. The beauty of your size shapens me. The beauty of your overall look amazes me, since every one of your socalled faults is beauty to me....

Small wide lips.
Your whisper made me fall in love, but your yelling drove me into oblivion...

In my demise
Needs are natural, not fateful. Fluids to forget any torment, or regain every lacking moment. Gourmet for simple satisfaction, again just releasing divine contraction. At last just a gentle woman's touch, that'll make your backbone shiver, and the lips quiver, for her crotch. But there are only remains left, no eternal depth, so don't tell me otherwise, in my demise..

Into state of purity

Cold ambitions be true
By mind over matter
I turn gasping 32
Before I mentally shatter
Into state of purity

Whole decade without remembrance
Pain taken and delivered
Has half a chance
Recognized as truth requivered
Into state of purity

Swinging flicks for ages
Still one bit dysfunctional
Not posting solitude rages
Showing you the terminal
Into state of purity

Poetry controls my shame
Undoing shadows and dust
Taming lost boy's fame
Adapted as a thrust
Into state of purity

I can never forget
But outlive the host
Analyzing justice before regret
Honouring solely her ghost
Into state of purity...

(LJA 1979-1997)

Intet nyt / Nichts Neues / Nothing new

Jeg har ingen store forventninger for fremtiden. Måske et fast job og kørekort, måske endelig en uddannelse til begge...! Måske en større bolig, måske i en opgang henimod fremskridtet...? Måske ingen sprut og smøger, måske imorgen! Måske et parforhold eller to, måske på samme tid? Måske min egen familie eller måske bare en fremtid uden tvivl...

Ich habe keine grossen Erwartungen für die Zukunft. Vielleicht eine feste Arbeit oder einen Führerschein, vielleicht endlich eine Ausbildung für beides...! Viellicht eine grössere Wohnung, vielleicht in einem Aufgang zum Fortschritt...? Vielleicht keinen Suff und Kippen, vielleicht Morgen! Vielleicht ein Verhältnis oder zwei, vielleicht zur selben Zeit? Vielleicht meine eigene Familie oder vielleicht nur eine Zukunft ohne Zweifel...

I don't have great expectations for the future. Maybe a steady job and driving license, maybe finally an education for both...! Maybe a bigger appartment, maybe in a stairway towards progress...? Maybe no liquor og fags, maybe tomorrow! Maybe a relationship or two, maybe on the same time? Maybe my own family or maybe just a future without doubts...

Næstekærlighed / Nächstenliebe / Compassion

Hvem tror stadig på Gud og hans løfter? Det kan kun være dem uden sande sorger, da de lyver dem selv ind i en tilstand af Paradis i hverdagen. De ser ikke den forvoldte smerte, før de skal forholde sig til ofrene. Tårer viser meget mere, end man tror. Fordelen er, at følelser fortæller om dybden af et hjerte. Giv dem derfor ikke bort på en uærlig måde. Den demente egoisme blomstrer i handlinger uden konsekvens, selvom man bør gøde mennesker med videnskab istedet for konservatisme. Og så kan alle genkende kærligheden, og ikke frygte døden. Tro på Jer selv, fordi ingen deler næstekærlighed med en som tvivler.

Wer glaubt noch an Gott und seine Versprechen? Es kann nur die ohne wahre Sorgen sein, da sie sich in einen Zustand von Paradis im Alltag reinlügen. Die sehen nicht den verübten Schmerz, bevor sie sich zu den Opfern verhalten müssen. Tränen ziegen vieles mehr, als man denkt. Der Vorteil ist, dass Gefühle von der Tiefe im einem Herzen erzählen. Verschenke sie darum nicht auf eine unehrliche Weise. Der Demente Egoismus blüht in Handlungen ohne Konsequenz, obwohl man die Menschen mit Wissenschaft befruchten sollte statt mit Konservatismus. Und dann könnten alle die Liebe wiederkennen, und nicht den Tod fürchten. Glaubt an Euch selber, weil keiner teilt Nächstenliebe mit einem der zweifelt.

Who still believes in God and his promises? It can only be those without true sorrow, since they lie themselves into a state of Paradise in their everyday life. They don't see the inflicted pain, before they have to relate to the victims. Tears show alot more, than you think. The advantage is, that emotions tell about the depth of a heart. Therefore do not waste them in a dishonest way. The demented selfishness blossoms in actions without consequence, although they should fertilize people with science instead of conservatism. And then everyone would recognize love, and not fear death. Believe in yourselves, because no one shares compassion with one who doubts.

At bryde cirklen / Den Kreis Brechen / Breaking the circle

Man kan dræbe og dø pga en tro, men efterfølgende bør den viden få de, som er blevet ladt tilbage, til at give mere af sig selv end at tage noget for at glemme...

Man kann töten oder sterben wegen einem Glauben, aber danach sollte dieses Wissen die, die zurückgeblieben sind, dazu bewegen mehr von sich selbst zu geben statt etwas zu nehmen um zu vergessen...

You can kill or die because of faith, but afterwards the knowledge should make those who are left behind give more of themselves than taking something to forget...

Jeg beundrer... / Ich bewundere... / I admire...

Trappescenen i "9 1/2 Uge", en gammel veninde's søde latter, Michael Strunge's had overfor denne verden, børns strålende øjne, Steven Biko's dybe udholdenhed, måden Hemingway fortalte et eventyr, hvor ærlig min bedste ven er, Sophie Scholl for hendes klare vilje og min mors håb, men ikke mig selv...

Die Treppenszene in "9 1/2 Wochen", das süsse Lächeln einer alten Freundin, Michael Strunge's Hass gegenüber dieser Welt, die strahlenden Augen von Kindern, das tiefe Aushaltevermögen von Steven Biko, die Art wie Hemingway eine Geschichte erzählte, wie ehrlich mein bester Freund ist, Sophie Scholl für ihren klaren Willen und die Hoffnung meiner Mutter, aber nicht mich selber...

The staircase scene in "9 1/2 Weeks, the sweet laughter of an old girlbuddy, Michael Strunge's hate towards this world, the glowing eyes of children, the deep endurance of Steven Biko, the way Hemingway told a tale, how honest my best buddy is, Sophie Scholl for her clear will and my mum's hope, but not myself...

You make me...

You make my mind forget past pain.
You make my heart jump higher.
You make my laugh honest.
You make my days run by heaven.
You make my smell for life grow.
You make my dream for sunfilled meadows real.
You make my solitude vanish.
You make my gasp for confidence secure.
You make my body turn into an Adonis with your compassion.
You make my desires come true.

I just hope, that I also can make you love me...

Minder om tab / Erinnerungen übers verlieren / Memories of loss

Hun red foran mig ind i det sidste ukendte, liljen iblandt torne.
Hendes pulserende latter gav mig tårer af glæde, og mareridt led.
Hun ville tage min tomme fortid væk for altid, denne evige prinsesse.
Langsomt vender alt tilsløret tilbage, som det skal.
Straf eksisterer i mange former, hvor jeg har ledt uden held.
I hvert mørkt hjørne ligger forsøget, men ingen klarhed.
Den nemme vej er en beslutning, alvidenhed er en anden.
Dybden i en sætning kan ikke beskrive, hvad løsningen er.
Hjertet slår stadig, fordi hjernen ønsker det sådan, men uden hjertet kunne den jo ikke ønske...

Sie ritt vor mir in das Letzte Unbekannte, die Lilie unter Dornen.
Ihr pulsierendes Lachen gab mir Tränen von Freude, und Alpträume litten.
Sie wollte für immer meine Leere Vergangenheit wegnehmen, diese Ewige Prinzessin.
Langsam kehrt alles verschleiert wieder, wie es soll.
Strafe gibt es in vielen Arten, wo ich ohne Glück gesucht habe.
In jeder dunklen Ecke liegt der Versuch, aber keine neue Klarheit.
Der leichte Weg ist eine Entscheidung, Allwissenheit ist ein Anderer.
Die Tiefe in einem Satz kann nicht beschreiben, was die Lösung für mich ist.
Das Herz schlägt immer noch, weil das Gehirn es so wünscht, aber ohne das Herz kann das Gehirn nicht wünschen...

She rode ahead of me into the last unknown, the lily among torns.
Her pulsating laughter gave me tears of joy, and nightmares suffered.
She wanted to take my empty past away forever, this eternal princess.
Slowly everything returns veiled, as it shall.
Punishment exists in many shapes, where I have searched without any luck.
In every dark corner lies the attempt, but no new clarity.
The easy way is one decision, allknowing is another.
The depth in a sentence can't describe, what the solution is for me.
The heart still beats, because the brain wishes so, but without the heart the brain couldn't wish...

Hvad verden har brug for / Was die Welt braucht / What the world needs

Tak
Danke
Thanks
Gracias
Grazie
Merci

To Lailah Libay....;)

Anti-semitism

How can anybody be an anti-semite, if he’s critisizing zionism??? I myself took that word (anti-semite), and stuffed it back into the throat, where it came from on my Facebook-page, because it is an hassidic, orthodox and self-loving mantra excuse made up by israeli right wing politicians nowadays, who can’t stand critisism…. Nazis hated jews like the westerners hate moslems today, just because they were/are different. But zionism is an political movement, that wants to control and occupy more land for its people like Hitler, when he wanted Böhmen/Mähren (Sudeten-Land) from the czechs. Original zionism was a movement of freedom, and searching for an own country for a haunted people. Like the palestinians today. My grandmother taught me to love Israel, but it is hard to love right now. The israeli government doesn’t deserve peace, but reaction… South Africa was boycotted, and Israel deserves to be isolated in the same way, so they’ll come back begging for a two state solution. The United States, other countries and my own semi nazi state of Denmark should send the israeli ambassador home, and cancel every trade with Israel, because poverty makes you thing about your life so far.

Many danes urged for a boycott of Israel during an demonstration on the 31st of May 2010 against israeli terrorism in Copenhagen, but the media choose to ignore critics:



And the danish television channel DR2 interviewed Norman Finkelstein last year, where he talked about israeli behaviour:

Ironisk sang / Ironisches Lied / Ironic song

Alternatives on the death bed

Actually I'm a bit like William Melvin Hicks and Charles R. Darwin, when it comes to religion, because both questioned God, but have made their peace with him. We choose our own Heaven or Hell, not made-up hopes written by others. Everyone for themselves in the afterlife, and no one can tell me the absolute truth about it. But as a former jesuit, who teases mormons and Jehovas Witnesses, who don't remember Jibril's (Gabriel) important presence in three religions, I'd rather get roasted by Lucifer than ever settle for Barry Manilow playing the harpe in Heaven... My hope is, when I die, there'll be a foggy scarlet dawn on a lilywhite meadow, and entering this barrier between past and eternity, which includes a open bar with Salvadore Dalí as the host, Jimi Hendrix's riffs, Janis Joplin's voice, Jerry Lee Lewis killing the piano and Animal's "muppet-percussion", will slide in the background, when I progress into pinty discussions, about how I was, with those I've lost on the way here.... Because then I'll still get hell from loved ones in a divine place, and forever learn more. Or I'll just get cremated, and be used as torched fertilizer for the fishies of Flensborg Fjord. There are so many alternatives than religious fear....