Moammar Gadhafi: Enemy, Dictator… Friend?

“He gave us life. I am ready to die for him. He is a father, a brother and a friend to whom you can confide. You have no idea how humble he is.” (Fatia, 27).

When you think of the name Moammar Gadhafi, you don’t necessarily think “humble”. Well, supposedly, while the rest of the world sees this pernicious dictator as a threat to the safety and overall freedom of Libya, the women of his growing army see him as the father they never had.

The girls, or women rather, are recruited by Gadhafi himself and enrolled in a three year training “school” where they are transformed from proper, virtuous, daddy’s girls into highly trained, bazooka blasting, high heel-wearing, ninja warrior, Gadhafi girls.

These young women are literally made into modern day Charlie’s Angels. “Trained killers” is what Lauren Frayer, contributor to AOL News calls them and that is positively what they are. Throughout their training they are educated in martial arts and rocket launching and are unconditionally devoted to their Libyan leader. Women who will literally [like Jesus] die for him. I mean really willing to die. For example, as Gadhafi was being shot at, one of them jumped in front of him and took the bullets and died! That, my friends, is loyalty.

“Revolutionary nuns” is what they call them. Yes, “nuns”. And whatever ideas you can draw out of that…it’s true. I won’t go on any further.

So, could this be the work of Gadhafi’s “Casanova” prowess, or does Lybia’s fearless leader actually have some fraction of a soft side?

Family’s Fallen Soldier

Dear Aunt Lela,

We didn’t know each other for very long. It was only recently that I got to experience the joy of being in your company. Every time we met you greeted me with a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. You were always so loving. It didn’t matter who I was or who anybody was for that matter, you loved them and welcomed them into your home. Your humor made everyone smile. Your children loved you dearly. Spending time with you and Uncle Nick showed me what having a big family was like and I loved it.

And who can forget your cooking? Soul food! Talk about your typical black family, getting together after months and sometimes years of not seeing each other and enjoying yummy food and family time. Delicious collard greens, mouthwatering macaroni, Dominoes and cigars in the back yard, Al Green playing on the stereo. Even after such a long period of being apart it was like we had never left. You brought the family together. You raised the family. It’s true I wasn’t there for most the family’s relationship, but since the few times that we have met, I’ve come to the conclusion that you are most definitely very important to me. I didn’t realize how much losing you would make me cry. We didn’t see it coming, or at least I didn’t. So, I guess my point is, if you are in Heaven or Paradise or wherever else we go when we die, know that I am sending you my love and prayers every day. If only we could have just one more day to spend together. The last family gathering. But, you are supposed to be there aren’t you? Love you Aunt Lela.

Your Great Niece,

Madisen

Aunt Lela

R.I.P. Lela Norris

An Idol Falls

She was at the top of her game. When she stepped out onto the stage the audience roared with excitement, but most of all inspiration.

Christina Aguilera’s career started off at the top of charts with consecutive hit singles and

She began, at an early age, as a member of the world famous Mickey Mouse Club and blew everyone away with her “powerhouse” voice. Almost instantly her career built up to complete stardom. The Latina songstress caught everyone’s eye, or ear, when asked to sing the theme song for the 1998 Disney cartoon, Mulan and the publicity led to a successful debut album and suddenly she was the girl that everyone wanted and wanted to be.

After her fame had been set in stone she continued to come out with songs that blew our minds and wrenched our hearts. One album entitled Stripped featured poetic lyrics that reassured an unsure and self-conscious crowd of doubtful

Every time she opened her mouth the most beautiful, powerful sound came out.

Don’t Talk About the Fight Club

Imagine a crowd of guys shouting and pumping their fists in the air, circled around a meaty, muscular goon and a buffed out Brad Pitt covered in sweat and blood. Now, imagine those same guys but a little bit shorter, with higher voices, and the [former] Justin Bieber haircut.

Moms all around the country are always bragging about how proud they are of their sons. “Oh! My boy is so smart! He makes me so proud. He makes so many good choices, he’s just so perfect!” Well, that may not be the case in Tacoma, Washington. Nine proud mothers discovered that their “perfect” little boys were not so flawless after all.

Sure! You should absolutely be proud of your kid if he knows how to defend himself physically. You don’t want your kid to get hurt do you? But, maybe it’s not so impressive when he’s bashing another kid’s brains out.

Recently nine pre-teen boys were expelled from their school because they were part of their very own Brad Pitt flick. Oh, and I would just like to emphasize the words “pre” and “teen”. Seriously, these guys are in sixth grade! Anyway, these nine prepubescent middle schoolers decided it would be cool to start a fight club. Underground gatherings, secret membership, blood, sweat, and soap, the whole shabang.

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My Two Cents

So many writers have blogged about image and the pressures to have the “perfect body” and how you should love yourself for who you are and how the world’s opinion doesn’t matter. All of this is true, but for some reason no matter how times we say it, we just don’t seem to get it.

As children we are usually raised under the impression that image doesn’t matter. Our parents always tell us not to judge others by the way they look, but how they act. “Don’t judge a book by its cover”, right?

We say that, but do we really mean it? You can tell a girl struggling with anorexia that she is perfect the way she is and then go to the bathroom, stare at yourself in the mirror and question your own perfection. We are all hypocritical and we all know it, but we don’t say it.

It has been brought to my attention that body image is a real problem. One thing that is clear is that it is a big problem here in Southern California.

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Awkward News

This blog is a place where news can be shared between the loving and word-savy students of the fourth period journalism class as well as any outside source who stumbles upon our cozy little news corner known as OVS Journalism Blog. In the short time that we have been here, we have had many outsiders come in and comment on our opinionated posts. Some are quite intriguing. Others are not very important, but at the same time still very entertaining. But, others are…awkward.

OVS news reporter Emma Zornes, who is also a Ginger by the way, recently posted a blog concerning social appearances and how people should keep their opinions of to themselves if they don’t like the way someone acts, thinks, dresses, or presents themselves sexually. It was a well written article that got people’s attention and yes, there were comments. Fellow OVS news reporter Madisen Schay, who is black by the way, left comments followed by an outside blogger who left a HUGE impression on Zornes’ post.

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Now, due to the inappropriate content on this poster’s blog page, I won’t go into detail about his…interests. Also, I’m pretty sure that this is the reason why Mr. Alvarez refuses to make the comment public. What I will say though, is that the comment he left was one that was so “effective” that I really felt the need to write a post dedicated to the very comment.

So, questionable blog poster, a wherever you are, keep on keepin’ on. Oh, and bee tee dubs, you made things pretty awkward, not gonna lie.

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P.S. How many times can you say awkward in one sentence? Let’s see if we can turn this into a competition.

Oh Say Can You Sing?

You might find this post a massive waste of time, but as a musician I think this story will and should have an enormous impact on the world of music…well, maybe not that big, but perhaps a tickle.

GET THIS!

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Musical goddess, role model and icon, Christina Aguilera – who once acted as a leader in a self-conscious, self-doubting community – made a major boo-boo at this year’s Super Bowl.

X-Tina fans all over the world were on the edge of their seats waiting with anxiety to hear the first note of our country’s theme song flow from Christina’s mouth.

Emotions were on the rise as the announcer introduced the singer to the stadium.

“Ladies and gentlemen, 5 time Grammy award winner, Christina Aguilera!”

Mic raised, she slowly opened her ruby red painted lips and when she sang the first word the butterflies from our stomachs fluttered. She was on fire. Singing with her soulful, trademark melisma – or more commonly known as vocal gymnastics – spirits were being lifted.

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“Help me Obi Wan Kenobi, You’re Our Only Hope”

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Yet another post relating to the future. I promise I’m not doing this on purpose. It just happens this way. But, while we are on the subject let’s talk about Holograms.

Yes, Holograms. As in, a visual phone conversation. As in, Star Wars. As in,

We don’t even have to talk face to face anymore. Pretty soon we’ll be saying, “You saw her in person? Oh my gosh, that is so passe! It’s all about holographic communication now.”

It is not yet perfected, but it is certainly possible. I love all of this new future technology. I feel like when I turn 27 my blood will turn to liquid iron and we will all be walking robots.

Inhaleable Food!

Yeah, that’s not a play on words or a metaphor or whatever. It’s true! You don’t have to chew or swallow. All you have to do is breathe. How funky is that? This futuristically flabbergasting contraption is properly named Le Whaf because that is precisely how it works. You “whaf” up the vaporized food products and then you’re done. Seriously, that’s it! Astronaut food much? I mean we are literally reaching the space age or alien era or robotic future or whatever you want to call it. First they build a hotel in space, then they make a car that drives itself and now we can breathe food. What next, virtual classrooms? Oh wait, I’m pretty sure they already have those. Who knows! We’ve advanced so much it’s hard to keep track. Oh and for those girls that are “watching their figure” there are hardly any calories (*said with a heavy Valley Girl accent*)!

Huffable Food

Selfless Hero

I wish there was more I could say about this story. I wish this post could do more than just inform you about the tragedies that people go through. I wish that this story had a happy ending. But, what can I say? There is no happy ending, only a tragic, unsettling story.

This story is about a 13 year old boy who gave up his life to save his younger brother. His brother is safe and warm and still living, but his life was lost in the flood that took him and his mother away.

Jordan Rice was brave in every way. How can I say that when I didn’t even know him, right? It turns out that this little boy was afraid to swim. Terrified of water and yet he was willing to die for the safety of his family.

There is no news article or blog post written well enough to express this boy’s heroism, but the world should know his name. So, I post this blog to inform you that recently an average 13 year old from Australia became a hero on Monday, January 10, 2011.

Jordan Rice