Tuesday, February 19, 2008
A Waking Nightmare
Suddenly the scene changed, we were in a small rowing boat during stormy weather and rough seas, something happened; I fell in. I struggled against the wild tide and tried to climb back into the boat, I slipped and started to sink. As I began to sink into the depths below, a hand reached out and grabbed me. It was your hand. You pulled me back to the surface, the sea was calm, the sky was blue.
I woke up, I was stuck in the forest again, barefoot, thorns under every step. I walked on bleeding feet for hours never finding the edge of the forest. After hours of excruciating pain, I gave up and passed out. I found myself in the water again, I drowned for hours and eventually I sank, I lay at the bottom of the sea waiting, drowning, over and over again.
I passed in and out of consciousness for years, I tried to swim back up but the pressure of the sea was too much. I thought of you through all of this, your image made the pain go away for a short while. Boats would pass over from time to time and I hoped that you would be there to save me. But each boat passed over with out slowing down and soon I was unsure as to how much of the sea had been replaced by the salty tears I had cried waiting for you to come back for me and pull me from this nightmare.
You were not there. I did not wake up.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Wasting Away
The clock strikes midnight. Another day, another death, another reason to cry. Its not coincidental that our tears, those which show our greatest emotions come from our faces. We all hide our feelings yet we were born to show them. My face is a canvas on which the salty, transparent paint drips down never leaving the same pattern twice. Its no coincidence that another term for transparent is "see-through"; interpret it as you wish.
The clock strikes one. Evil has so many manifestations. People lying in hospital beds being defeated by something hardly visible through a microscope. Does a virus have emotion? "You have been accused of killing your host and are sentenced to death with them, how do you plead?" "With a smile on my face; your honour." What is the nature of this world in which a normal day can become a deadly day? Who has the wicked smile when a mother loses her baby? Who laughs maniacally when a family dies in a car accident while the teen who didn't want to go out that day picks up the pieces of her guilt-ridden broken heart?
The clock strikes two. We are born to ultimately die; this is our purpose. Our bodies racing against nature, life happens so quickly, most of the time we don't even stop to pay attention. Birds swimming in a puddle after fresh rains, that's great but we have appointments. Once the appointment with destiny comes, I'm sure most of us would have chosen to give those birds a few seconds more of our time.
The clock strikes three. I am lying in bed but I cannot sleep, not while this sinister message inside of me lingers. Writing helps get it out. But am I selfish for unleashing it on the rest of the world or noble for warning others of the dangers that lie within? I'm on special today, 25% off if you use the right credit card. What the hell does that even mean?
The clock strikes eternity... What time is it when a person laughs, cries, dies?
Friday, February 15, 2008
Musick
I'm used to it, misery is seasonal and yet we cling to it.
Its funny how music is generally divided between pieces about love - and happiness and how brilliant the world is now that the artist is swimming around in a fish-bowl pumped with dopamine - and the pieces where the artist is figuratively slitting his wrists and spilling the blood all over his sheet music.
Sometimes we make instruments laugh, sometimes we make them cry and if we're feeling particularly talented or refer to ourselves as "tortured souls" we can get an entire orchestra of instruments to tell the world how we feel.
Music makes it all so much better. No matter how angry the music is, the fact that somebody else was so miserable as to refer themselves to a paper psychologist seems to put a smile on our faces.
The music plays us more than we play the music.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Shoulders
"Two in one day, someone is getting a bit eager..." Well who the hell asked you in any case? I can do whatever I want because I was granted the immortality of mind. Its encased at the moment but give it a few years. When the worms eat the rotting flesh, that's when you'll see who needs shoulders.
"He talks like he has the right to evaluate his own mental state, how haughty!" Oh and what the hell do you think you are? You sit there like you own a stake in something yet every bit of good I have ever provided you, love, affection, wealth, you had some negative comment about them at one stage or another... except the shoulders, never had a problem accepting those.
How many of you are there in any case? One for each topic in my head that could potentially have negative consequences? Too many; even one of you is too many. But who am I fooling? Would you like some more negative energy to feed on? How about a nice shoulder to sit on? I keep you because I choose to, not the other way round and don't you forget it!
"He talks to us like we exist!"
"Preposterous!"
"Yes, very foolish, we could not sit on his shoulders for he is lying down"
"Internal conflict, how ingenious"
"We're staying right here, on the shoulders, after all if he imagines himself in an upright position it must be so"
"Well only until the worms eat the rotting flesh, then we're in big trouble"
"Best make the most of it while we can"
"You're going to publish this piece of so-called writing now are you?"
You're damned right I am!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Thoughts of... what?
Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
A lame clichéd form of expressing oneself
And look, I'm an artist!
How do I expect anyone else to understand me when the the door to my mind is locked and not even I possess the key?
I feel like I have touched death recently and in some ways have lost what little innocence may have remained inside me. Anger and disappointment have engulfed me and yet I am enjoying myself in general.
Does anyone actually give a damn? Maybe, there could be one person out there whose entire satisfaction in life is finding out what I give a shit about. I feel like I go to bed unfulfilled on a nightly basis yet I accomplish so much. It's probably just what I tell myself in order to stop the insanity from taking over. I think it would be much better that way... insanity, why the hell not?
I'll write a song about it, then I'll really establish myself as a bleeding heart, "wow, it has emotions" they'll say as they watch my imagination prowl its cage like a hungry tiger waiting to escape. If dreams that should torment don't, what does that say of the mettle of the person dreaming them?
Dreams... Well at least they entertain me and why not? Someone should appreciate the amount of thinking and obsession with mundane things my mind undertakes on a daily basis. Rather be obsessive than blind to the fact that the puzzle which is this world isn't something any grade-schooler could put together.
I'll write a short story about it, what better way to show the world how I over-evaluate myself. Shoot a film, pretend I have talent. Talent? What a stupid word... dogs have talent when it comes to barking, what a joke. People have talent when it comes to oversimplifying and overcomplicating their lives all at the same time.
I'll write a blog about it, that way I'll feel like I'm not alone. We all are, we just do it together.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Olmert: It was let MY people go.
So once again, our genius of a Prime Minister has released a batch of "palestinian" prisoners as a good will gesture. 451 this time and what has Israel received in exchange? Qassamim, excuses and the usual hate speech.
Maybe one of Olmert's advisors should tell the twit that firstly, it's not Pesach and secondly, Moses said "Let MY people go" not "Let THEIR people go"
This brain dead simpleton also opened his big arrogant mouth at Annopolis which at it's core was a big mistake. Olmert (Who shall from now on be known as Sesame Street) should never open his mouth, it should be sewed shut and as a "good will gesture" we will sew it into the shape of that goofy smile he loves so much.
So what did Sesame Street say at Annapolis? He said that Israel would be willing to give parts of East Jerusalem to the people of Narnia in exchange for peace.
WOW! BRILLIANT! Let's give these people a segment of our Capital city because giving them a part of our land worked so well last time! The peaceful environment in Sesame's head is reminiscent of those old cartoons where the antagonist gets bashed on the head and consequently has birds flying around it.
Yes Gaza is thriving and Sderot is under no threat of Qassamim at all. Just ask them. All the while the ignorant left carry on living their ignorant lives because after all, they're not the ones facing barrages of rockets day after day.
Ultimately, we have a major issue on the home front which needs to be dealt with before we even thinking of the people of MiddleEarth. That issue is apathy. Sesame Street had a 3% approval rating in March of this year and we got one rally! One protest of note. Its not enough, it's about time we sew this idiot's mouth shut for good.
Too many good men and women died during the 6 Day War for this ignoramus to give it away. And then what? We give them East Jerusalem and suddenly the Qassamim won't only be landing in Sderot. No peace plan has ever been worked out with the people of EarthSea and every time we have given them land, they have used it against us.
The time has come for the "palestinians" to show us that they are willing to give us peace in exchange for land!
Sunday, March 11, 2007
In Honour of a Fallen Hero

On the third of March 2002, Steven Kenigsberg Z"L, lost his life in an act of terror. This post is written in his honour.
I remember it as if it was yesterday. Sitting in my friend's lounge as his mother was in hysterics, crying about the boy she had just seen on the news. Maybe it was a mistake, they had said in the report that he was 27; maybe crossed wires had led to the misinformation. Unfortunately, that was not the case.
I had heard a lot about Steven in the 8 or so months I had been in Israel, I had never met him but everyone seemed to speak about him with pride in the fact that they knew him. I walked home that day thinking to myself "Wow it's so strange how different it feels when a terrorist attack hits close to home." I was about to find out just how close to home it would hit.
I walked in to my apartment at the Raanana Absorption Center, said hello to my mother and mentioned that someone that everyone knew was murdered the night before. She asked me his name and as I told her, she looked at me and said what still haunts me to this day; "Steven Kenigsberg was your cousin."
At a loss for words, I walked out of the house, I didn't know how to react, I didn't know what to say. This hero that everyone else knew and loved was my own relative and he had been taken away before I ever got the privilege of meeting him.
Years passed and Steven would enter my mind every so often. I was so angry with the world, so angry with myself. Why had I never met him? Who had fought with whom in the family to prevent us from knowing each other? What if he was that one guy at the party I never said hello to? Or that South African in the restaurant or at the bus stop, who I listened to intently but did not wish to make conversation with? How many opportunities did I potentially have to meet Steven that I threw away?
Yet through all of that time, I felt so selfish, here I was thinking about Steven when I didn't even know him and yet the people who had known him, they had a right to feel loss, they had the right to mourn him.
I did however learn a very important lesson, the loss of Steven, was everybody's loss, whether you knew him, or whether you had never or would never have met Steven, he was Israel's and the world's loss. From then on, every soldier who fell in battle, was a family member, every civilian killed in terrorist acts, they too were family members. And yet Steven's image, his smile haunted me.
Several weeks ago, I stumbled upon a group on a popular website, set up in honour of Steven. I decided to write in saying how I had heard such great things about him and how I had only found out he was my relation after the tragedy. His brother, another unknown cousin, was the moderator of this group and he immediately messaged me to find out how we were related. After several messaging sessions, he invited me to Steven's hazkara.
Last Friday morning, I made my way to Hod Hasharon, met Marc, my newly found cousin and off we went to the cemetery. I stood at Steven's hazkara, fighting back tears constantly, wanting to break down and just release all of the emotion that had been built up within me since that night 5 years ago. I listened to Steven's family speak about him, in honour of him and with tears rolling down my face, I tried to imagine what it would have been like to have known my cousin, the hero. And I sit here now, with tears rolling down my face and Steven's smile, it still haunts me.
After the ceremony, I went to the Kenigsberg's house, I spoke with Marc about Steven and how I felt that I almost had no right to mourn him since I didn't even know him and my mourning would be incomparable to Marc's or to the rest of Steven's family. He countered by saying that everyone mourns Steven in their own way, regardless of how they knew him. We also spoke about life, quantum physics and plans to perhaps go to the same college. I met Steven's Step-Mom and brothers and sisters, I spoke to Steven's dad. I finally felt, even if it was in a very small way, that I had gotten to know him just a little bit.
Steven may be gone from us physically, but he lives in his family and in his friends every single day. My cousin, a true hero, who fell in a cowardly act of terrorism, someone I never met, but a person I will never forget.
On Friday the 9th of March, I finally got to say goodbye to my cousin Steven. I only hope, that one day, I will be able to say hello to him.
Rest in Peace Steven Kenigsberg Z”L, my cousin, my hero, may your smile haunt me for years to come.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
When happy is not Gay!
[DISCLAIMER: The thoughts shared in this blog are my own and not the thoughts of anyone else including all members of Blogger.comFurthermore, the statements herein are directed specifically towards individuals who wish to obstruct peace by purposefully holding their "Gay Pride" parade in Jerusalem.
I have nothing against gay people who choose to behave modestly instead of flaunting their homosexuality in mine and other's faces. I have gay friends and family members who I respect and admire, their sexual preference is not my business nor is mine theirs.]
Greetings my Rusteefarians, Today, as always, we brush on a controversial topic. A huge debate is raging in
From a religious point of view, homosexuality is a complete abomination.
"You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one”
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Back from the Living
Hello my dearest Rusteefarians. Yes, yes, I know it has been some time now and many of you may feel abandoned but I am back. Better than ever? Probably not.The thing about writing this blog - and the direction it seems to have taken me - is that there is literally so much screwed up news on a daily basis that its hard to choose what to write about which means I'll generally write about nothing.
However, at 03:55 in the morning, the brain plays wonderful tricks on you. Appears out of nowhere when you thought you lost the thing ages ago. So since we last spoke, our wonderful government did.... Well nothing actually. The dog is being wagged vigorously what with our figure-head president having a rape case thrown at him and people have casually moved on with their lives.
I'm okay with that when it comes to Tsunamis; London Bombings; Katrinas and all sorts of other SEPs(Somebody Else's Problem), but this is a little different. This is my problem. With 100 plus soldiers dying in vain and the 3 soldiers who were kidnapped in the first place, still not home, its time for a revolution.
Yet softened liberal Israelis will continue to sit at home and debate whether gays have rights too and if its acceptable for them to defile my holy city. That's not even worth debating, its an absolute disgrace and if you think otherwise, please write to "The People Who Give A Shit."
The worst thing about it is that the news these days only seems to feature one name. Gilad Shalit. Now I feel terribly for the Shalit family but since when was he the only kidnapped soldier? What about Ehud Goldwasser and Eldad Regev? Why are they not getting the same media time? Is the government trying to make us forget that there are actually THREE kidnapped soldiers, not withstanding that Ron Arad celebrated his 20th anniversary since his abduction. I honestly hope that the man is long dead, his country failed him, why should he carry on living as a prisoner? I just hope he is at peace, dead or alive.
But in all honesty, this war took a hell of a lot out of me. I was a wreck pretty much every day, what with 5 or so of my friends being inside Lebanon. Thank God they all came back safe and if any of you are reading this, know how proud I am to be your friend, thank you! The truth of the matter is that I actually now fear that this pathetic excuse for a government cannot defend us from the trouble that brews in our near future. If Olmert is not out soon, I don't know what fate we will face.
Despite the recent war, Israel had quite the quiet time during the High Holidays this year. I think I am learning to appreciate this time more and more every year, it really is a beautiful season. While praying for inscription into the good book of judgment this year, I found it extremely difficult to hold back the tears whilst thinking about my fallen brothers and those who have suffered so much during this time.
Enough about that though. One of the top items on the news lately is the "Is it a nuke? Isn't it a nuke?" debate regarding North Korea's... NUKE. The sheer idiocy of this debate is mind-boggling. Does it really matter if the underground explosion in North Korea was a nuke or not?! The fact that they say it is, is enough evidence to show that if they do actually have one, they are not worrying about the consequences of using it.
This whole fiasco proves again that the United Nations is nothing but a worthless organization being manipulated by insane dictators, communists and muslim terrorists. Spot test: When a bully beats up a child at school with a baseball bat, do you:
A) Threaten to take away his stationery.
B) Make him sign a document stating that he will under no circumstances do it again.
C) Call all the teachers into a meeting to discuss a pointless solution to the problem.
D) Severely punish him and make sure that he understands that if he touches another child he will be even more severely punished.
Well according to the UN we do A; B and C because obviously the ruffian will see that the diplomacy that has completely failed on him thus far is actually the solution. When are this group of sponges going to finally disband so that we can see some proper consequence for a change. North Korea have taught Iran a valuable lesson. The Western World's bark is far greater than its miniscule bite. Expect Iran to be testing nukes in the near future.
Speaking of that test in North Korea, while the rest of the world were trying to determine the severity of this test, tragedy occurred. The North Korean government, careful to place the nuke underground, overlooked one small thing, they tested it directly under someone's house. The poor woman was sitting in her bedroom when she heard a faint rumble, realizing something wasn't right, she ran as fast as she could to escape the blast zone, with luck on her side, she barely escaped.
Rustee Rants has the only documented photograph of this incident:

And there you have it folks, the debut of "Where's Walid"
Hope you enjoyed the read, what will the aftermath of the test be? Where will Walid appear next? Stay tuned for more of Rustee Rants.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
The Propaganda War
Hello my Rusteefarians, I hope everyone is doing well. So as you all know, Israel is still engaged in a bitter combat with Hizbulistan. Our Prime Minister is just the moron I thought he was and since I predicted shit to drastically hit the fan, I would like to say to all of you: I told you so!So the latest news that's worth reporting is the use of the media by the Lebs and the fact that they are using disproportionate propaganda to win the war in every muslim and anti-semite's head.
The body counts from every operation by Israel in Lebanon is generally doubled. Every operation, from here on known as massacre, is another excuse for hizbula to bring out their spare dead children and go back and forth, throwing them into building remains and then taking them dramatically to the ambulance. Lather, rinse, repeat.
They really upped the ante this week however, we have an arab photographer who for the sake of true and accurate reporting, has been using photoshop to edit photos to give a more accurate depiction of what's going. Of course AP and Reuters grabbed the photos as quickly as they could, didn't bother to notice what a 5 year old would have, and published the photos much to our chagrin. And I'm honestly supposed to believe that AP and Reuters, the two biggest news agencies in the world, don't have a photo validation team? I call BULLSHIT!
Then we have academy award nominated Prime Minister Siniora, who decided to cry about his countries destruction on 2 occasions whilst addressing some bunch of idiots who were stupid enough to listen. Can you imagine if Winston Churchill started crying during WW2 or if Priam lay on the floor kicking his feet during the invasion of Troy. It's outrageous and all too funny at the same time.
But the truth of the matter is, Siniora is not the idiot, the people who believe his crap and his crocodile tears are. They are the kind of people who watch the introductory video on the flight - as to how to buckle your seat belt - every time!
The greatest unnoticed gem was the body count in Ghassaniyeh. The initial reported death toll was 40 people. Yes and the world went mad, because you don't just kill 40 people for no reason. Even if that no reason is actually because they are harboring terrorists and their missiles in their houses but lets not argue over irrelevant semantics. What was not really paid attention to, was the fact that Siniora just happened to mention, in passing comment between outburst of crying, that the death toll was actually only 1 death at the time and that 40 was reported because it seemed a good idea at the time.
Now 3 days later, and the world press has yet to clean up this little oopsie. When asked for comment, Olmert said: "This propaganda war that we are no doubt winning, is a great platform to launch a disengagement from the West Bank and Tel Aviv and Jerusalem."
So the issue really isn't how we are winning the war (and believe me, we are), the issue is that the world is taking a collective dump on us based on the inaccurate media reports they are receiving. How is Israel attempting to fix this situation? Well when you find out please drop me an email because somebody in the Government is bloody clueless. Wait... Everyone in the government is bloody clueless.
I'd like to end off today with what I hope is to become a regular part of Rustee Rants. I'm sure many of you have seen this picture:

This picture is apparently supposed to be of some women who lost her house in a bombing in Beirut July 22nd. The interesting thing is, she happened to appear mourning her house's destruction a few weeks later on the 5th of August:

Unluckiest woman in whole of Lebanon? I don't think so. Of course AP and Reuters have started waking up to the reality that most of what they are hearing from the Lebanese side is absolute rubbish and so have removed the photos and fired the multiple-offender photographer.
Too little too late, but never too late to take the piss. So allow me to introduce you to my latest feature on Rustee Rants: Where's Walid? What is Where's Walid? Well you'll just have to come back soon to find out.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Goodbye Blue Sky
Wow its been a while hasn't it. Suffice to say I don't have a lot of time to write as much as I used to and there is just so much I've wanted to write about that I haven't had a chance.The biggest news around here, in case you've been living in a hole in the ground, is the war between Israel and hizbulla. Just to recap the story so far, us Israelis were offending everyone by minding our own business as per usual when suddenly palestinian militants decide to kill and kidnap our soldiers.
Of course we went in and tried to get our soldier back and as of yet we have been unsuccessful. The Lebanese pigs hizbulla decided to jump on the bandwagon and kill and kidnap soldiers and started firing katyusha rockets into northern Israel.
Here we are now 2 weeks later with rockets raining down every day and the biggest battle we've had to fight since 1982. The media as per usual has been extremely biased and anti-Israel, specifically BBC, running 15 minute news reports on the destruction in Lebanon and the deaths of innocent civilians, whilst briefly happening to mention, on passing comment, that "Oh yes, the Jews are dying too..."
Of course as per usual the militants remain defiant. Well gee that's a big surprise. Considering they are the biggest propaganda machine on the planet and people are still stupid enough to believe them. I have friends at the Lebanese border who seem to tell me otherwise.
We Israelis, for the most part, are sticking together, everyone is personally affected by this some way or another. I know someone who's son died defending our country and may he rest in peace. My cousins have had to evacuate their home in Carmiel due to the rocket barrages.
However as always, you have your left wing morons who constantly apologise to the whole world for us Jews even existing. These cretins have been protesting the war that us awful Israelis apparently started and are begging for negotiations. Well I have a solution lefties, we can drop you off in Bint Jbeil and you can negotiate with hizbulla.
If I had things my way, every left-winger would be removed from this country. There is nothing worse than a person who hates his own people and would rather see his own people die than the enemy. Of course left wings always know what's wrong, but when have they ever provided a feasible solution to the problem. Wait a second, remember when Ehud Barak almost gave away half the country? Well who walked away from those negotiations? Yes it was Arafat.
Which brings me to another point, hizbulla was founded, or so they claim, to push the Israeli occupation out of Lebanon, well last time I checked, we withdrew years ago! Of course the truth is, Arab-muslims are nothing but warmongering Jew hating pieces of shit who have no desire to live with us in peace. Its a common mis-translation, what they want is to live with us in pieces!
Kahane was right, and contrary to what many people believe, he was a righteous man who only wanted peace for both sides but knew that Arabs and Jews could never coexist together. I read an article by an Arab female on Ynet yesterday, in this article she discussed how Gaza was not really free and was actually more of an open air prison. Well I wonder why... Perhaps its has something to do with the fact that your people will never be happy until we are all dead. Perhaps its due to the fact that we left you our infrastructure and you destroyed it!
How many greenhouses and farms did you burn and defile. We turned Gaza into an Oasis and in less than a year in your hands, it was a desert again. This is obviously our fault. We gave you 33% of what you wanted and how much peace did you give us in return? Do you honestly believe that peace works when one side gives 100% and the other side decides to do as they feel? Why should we let you into Israel? Why should we wait behind you in the hospital? Don't you have your own hospitals?
Regardless of what is reported by the biased media, the facts are there. We live in a country about the size of New Jersey. The Arab states are the size of United States, Central American and Mexico combined. So how much space could we possibly be occupying if our entire country is one six-hundred-and-fiftieth of their own?
The war against the Zionist entity is not one of land dispute, its a religious war fueled by hatred and brainwashing. And the ultimate question I have to ask is WHAT IS A PALESTINIAN? Was there such a thing as a palestinian pre-20th century? And if all of them are refugees, where are they from? The answer is Jordan, these so called palestinians or Jordanian refugees. Of course there is more than enough open land across the Arabian gulf for these so called people to live in peace with their Arab brothers but the fact is nobody wants them!
Yesterday for me however was the greatest accomplishment of this war so far. We bombed a UNIFIL Base. Whether by accident or deliberate, there is no doubt in my mind that it was bloody brilliant. The United Nothings and Kofi Annan who have used their organization as nothing more than a proxy with which to spy, finally got what was coming to them.
If UN Resolution 1559 - which called upon Lebanon to establish full control over all of its land, for Syria to stop interfering in Lebanon and for ALL Lebanese militias, including hizbulla, to disband - had been kept, administered and adhered to by UNIFIL whose job it was to do such, maybe none of this would have been necessary.
All I have ever seen the UN do in the region is drive around in fancy Mercedes Benzes and SUVs in Herzilya Pituach. I am glad that the UN got hit, they are nothing but a bunch of interfering no good pieces of crap who have done nothing to improve any situation anywhere in the world.
The solution is to fight fire with fire. Nasrallah can preach all he wants, we know he is hiding. Just like Saddam did in his hole in the ground. Lebanon and the rest of the world can bitch all they want about Israel not exercising restraint. Better the devil you know guys because if I had a say in how this country was defended, gaza would be a parking lot and Lebanon, Syria and Iran would be past tense.
For the Israelis out their who stand by their country and their soldiers, united we have strength and God bless our soldiers and the people up north who have sacrificed so much for our freedom. Together we will stand strong and overcome this adversity as we have before.
"Do not fear sudden terror, or the holocaust of the wicked when it comes. Plan a conspiracy and it will be annulled; speak your piece and it shall not stand, for Hashem is with us. Even till your seniority, I remain unchanged; and even till your ripe old age, I shall endure. I created you and shall bear you; I shall endure and rescue."
Sunday, May 28, 2006
World Cup whims
Wow its been a while! Almost a month since my last post but here I am again. Working night shifts can mess up your daily routine. So its almost June, the summer is here and in just about 2 weeks one of the greatest sports festivals in the world begins and the whole world will be eagerly watching... If they can afford it.Now I'm not sure how it works everywhere else on the planet but the Israeli broadcasters have decided to turn the Soccer World Cup into a money making fest at the expense of the consumer.
Yes every month we pay for premier sports channels in order to receive the licenses to broadcast the great sporting events. Well technically that's what we should be paying for, what we are paying for is the ability to pay for the event when it actually arrives.
Formula 1 is the most watched sport on the planet, every second weekend 1.5 billion people tune in to watch the creme de la creme of motor racing. Israeli broadcasters put the Formula 1 on whenever it doesn't interrupt their broadcasting of the Israeli skiing championships or the U.S. wood chopping league.
We have to pay weekly to watch the Premier League and now the biggest disgrace of all, we will have to pay an outrageous 400+ shekels to watch the World Cup.
My question is this: What are the cable and satellite tv companies doing with the money we pay them every month to buy these licenses?
I can understand them charging people who don't buy the sports channels year round. But I do and I sure as hell don't pay to be able to switch to channel 57 and say "Oh wow, look its channel 57 and they are showing the July tissue paper tearing championships!"
I think it is an absolute disgrace and nothing more than a money making scheme which I have decided to boycott. I have decided I will not give the Israeli broadcasters once cent of my money. I have signed up online to receive the World Cup for a quarter of the price and I will be canceling my subscription to the sports channels.
Obviously I am paying for wasted space considering the sports coverage on our television is appalling, the licenses I pay for, I have to pay for again and at the end of the day, I am being bullied into to putting extra money down when I and nobody else wants to.
So lets send a message to Hot! and Yes. Find an alternative, watch the soccer in a bar, or online or not at all. Lets teach them that the consumer IS always right and if we are going to pay for a service, we damn well expect them to provide it.
I am perfectly happy to watch my world cup favorites battle it out on my PC. I am personally rooting for the United States, Portugal and Spain as runners up to the best of the best Brazil. Its pretty much the first world cup I will be able to watch in its entirety and I can't wait for the first to blow and the world's greatest sporting festival to begin.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Yom Hazikaron to Yom Ha'atzmaut.
Every year on the 5th day of the Jewish month Iyar, the people of Israel celebrate their independence. Yom HaAtzmaut is an amazing and beautiful experience to behold. All of the problems our country faces every day, the terrorism, the middle east peace process and the mundane setbacks of normal life are all put on hold for one wonderful night where the entire country comes together to celebrate the fact that, through all the wars and adversity, all the anti-semitism and every other obstacle that is determined to destroy us, WE ARE STILL HERE! And boy do we celebrate in style.
However, even though we dedicate the entire 5th of Iyar to celebrating our independence, the 4th of Iyar is dedicated to the remembrance of our brave soldiers who fell in battle and cowardly attacks. On Yom HaZikaron, we light a memorial candle and the central town air raid sirens cry out across the whole country as we all remember our beloved people who fell in the name of our beautiful country. Every year when that horn cries out, I find myself imagining the scenes of war and those final moments of those men's young lives. I see guns firing, mortars dropping and the men who we honour, fall.
I am always left with a feeling of terrible sorrow, followed by a feeling of terrible anger. Why did these men have to die? And the answer always comes the following night. These men did not die in vain, they died to give us the freedom to go out and celebrate our country. They died so that our children could grow up as Jews, safe and away from harm. They died so that never again would we ever let the world bring upon us another holocaust. The heroes of our nation are honoured on Yom HaZikaron, and celebrated on Yom HaAtzmaut.
We drink, we have concerts, we laugh, we sing and we show everybody that we are alive and that we are not going anywhere! Last night, a group of about 10 of us all went off to the central park in Raanana. We drank... Lots! And then off we went to the amphitheatre where established musicians played a concert for free in honour of this glorious day. It is an experience you can never have enough of, its something that no matter how many times you see it, its always amazing. Fireworks lighting up the sky, everybody putting their political and religious opinions aside just to be one great nation for one night.
And when we are all together, across the whole of Israel, celebrating our independence and honouring the brave soldiers and innocent civilians who died for us to have this freedom, there is no mightier nation in the world!
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
The Wrap on Rap
Before I start this post, I would just like to send my condolences to all innocent victims of Rap artist shoot outs. Not the rappers themselves but the people who die and their families who are left behind when one of these rappers decides to bring his so called musical ability to life.This post will be controversial, only because it is the blatant truth. If you are offended, I'm happy that I opened your naive eyes for just a couple of seconds before you closed the window.
On April 11th, outside a club in Detroit, 2 men were killed, another man's life ruined and a business put into jeopardy. Proof, a rapper, decided to that during a heated exchange with a patron of the club, he would pistol-whip and shoot somebody. He of course was a rapper, so he figured he could do whatever he wanted and got a bullet in the head for his troubles. Well done Deshaun, you got what was coming to you.
The man who shot our hero Proof, was not only a bouncer at the club, but also the victim's cousin. He is now facing up to 9 years in jail because of Proof, the rap industry and every single one of you who listens to and buys rap music. Yes it is once again the consumer's fault and I will explain why, but first off, as usual, lets go off on a tangent.
Rap needs rappers to die in order to survive. In fact Rap Moguls bank on rappers dying every single year in order for them to rake in money. Hell Tupac and Biggie Smalls have been dead for years and other rappers still gravedig every year to bring up some more songs and "collaborations" in order to put some more money in their pocket. As Sean Combs/Puff Daddy/ P. Diddy/Old Biddy put it, it really is "All about the benjamins baby."
And what do we really expect? Of course these criminals are going to get killed. They are a bunch of thugs who take pride in singing about drugs, stealing, assault, pimping, killing and dissing each other. I'm sure if Michael Jackson started singing about child molestation you would all boycott him. These people are not singing figuratively. They are relating their lives in music. They are criminals and by buying their music you justify their trade. Sooner or later one of them is going to lose the fight and so they wont be able to sing about it. Rap is survival of the fittest in a breed that would be doomed to eliminate itself if it wasn't for the consumer who ensures their criminal survival.
They feel above the law because they can just thug it out and shoot anybody who gets in their way and by getting in their way I mean looking at them wrong. And they are above the law because the consumer puts them above the law.
Rapper Shyne is allowed to create an album in jail and be signed to a label, we need to stop and take a look at the disgraceful injustice that is being served to the people. How can a criminal who is incarcerated be allowed the right of fair enterprise? Why does he get this special treatment? The funny thing is, after apologizing to the victims of the shooting he was involved in he stated he didn't do anything intentional and he was "Scared for my life", his album included lyrics which ranged from drugs and bitches to killing people and busting guns.
Sounds like the kind of man who was only shooting innocent people out of self defense to me. But that's not even the worst of it. The sad thing is, if our friend Deshaun hadn't been shot in the head, his hotshot lawyers would have gotten him acquitted of all charges. And he'll probably clear his name now but at least justice has been served and Proof got what he deserved.
We the consumers can stop this cancer of rap and hip-hop from infiltrating our youth's minds and prevent an escalation in violence by simply boycotting the Rap Industry. How many more cars does P. Diddy need? Do all of them really need so much ice round their necks? Do we really have to listen to how many hoes some rapper has in his area codes, or whether or not Obie Trice will find a girl with teeth?
Rap has brought nothing but violence, misogyny and increased crime. It glorifies drug peddling, racial hatred, assault, murder, theft and womanising. Have there ever been any positives to come out of rap? Maybe a lot of HIV positives but I don't remember the last time any rapper organized a live 8 concert, they were all too busy buying their bling-bling and shooting each other and everyone else.
Stop buying their music and stop defending their cause. Just because they are celebrities does not mean they should be above the law. Just ask the families of Keith Bender, Mario Etheridge and the many others whose lives have been destroyed by this evil enterprise. OR alternatively you can wait for a new Tupac Shakur album in which he may or may not mention his desire for peace but inability to stop himself from popping a cap in some ****** ass.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
The Dark Side of the Waters
So the lunatic is on the grass, the Greener side that is. Good old Roger Waters who is to perform in Israel this June has decided to change the location of his concert from the Yarkon Park, to a place where "Jews and Arabs co-exist."This decision was made after heavy criticism by those imaginary people known as the Palestinians. "The lunatic is in my head; There’s someone in my head but it’s not me." Our Roger then decided to speak to spiritual leaders(read: Inciters of violence) and palestinian activists(read: terrorists) and came up with the excuse that the move was in order to support "solidarity with Israeli and Palestinian 'voices of reason' that are pursuing a nonviolent path to peace."
Really Rog? Funny how I never heard anything about you contacting our side. And we always thought "Brain Damage" was dedicated to Syd. Tell me Roger, when you guys were performing in the 60's and 70's where were the "palestinians"? Oh wait a minute they didn't exist. Israel however, was listening to and buying your music. All whilst having wars with our "peaceful" neighbours who were trying to obliterate us. I'm sure that suicide bombing on Monday really showed you how much the palestinians and their regime want to coexist with us.
Let me just put it to you this way. I am not going to be attending your concert and even if I had bought a ticket, I would be going to get a refund right away. I will not support your cowardice and I implore that other Israelis boycott this concert too.
As far as the palestinians are concerned let me quote Fahdi Riqueshi of Baltimore, Maryland: "No Palestinian should spend any money to see this promoter of a decadent, drug-filled Western lifestyle. Enough of these infidels trying to fill the heads of our children with this filth."
And in the issue of fairness, I will do what you didn't do and present the Dark Side of this argument. If we can hear from a pro-palestinian voice lets hear from a pro-israel voice. Brad L had this to say about the whole situation: "I am a Pink Floyd fan and a huge Roger Waters fan. I have seen him perform in every concert in San Francisco since the 70`s. I was ecstatic when I read he was performing in Tel Aviv. I had a feeling he would opt out and he did. He is as naive as most of Britain. He is a pacifist and a fool. I guarantee you he will cancel his whole trip. I see it coming. If you know anything about him, he is anti-Israel and has not been a great fan of the Jews. I loved his music but I refuse to ever attend a concert with him again. Any rock start who refuses to play in Israel as he has for many years should be boycotted. He isn`t doing this for Israel. He is doing it for Hamas and the PA who he feels are mistreated by Israel. Wake up Israelis....."
Seems like you have support on both sides now. Our promoters brought you in, our people paid money to see you, we supported you through your days with Pink Floyd and your solo career, we marevelled at the fact that you still had "It" at Live 8 but the palestinians are obviously more important than we are so why don't you go perform in Gaza and Jenin and then get the hell out because we don't need you to come solve our political conflicts. Why don't you tear down your wall of ignorance and see the truth?
"And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon"
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Terrorists and their Apologists

Today's topic is more serious than my normal ranting and raving about obscure things. It involves the murder of 9 innocent people and the permanent damage, be it physical or psychological, of over 70 people excluding their families.
Yesterday afternoon outside a falafel shop in Tel Aviv, a suicide bomber decided to detonate itself, destroying the lives of many people around it in the process. This creature, this waste of oxygen was, according to Hamas, "defending itself!" Tired of all those terrible Israelis trying to go about their daily lives, this turd decided that it was going to die a martyr for whatever pathetic reason its leaders chose this week.
Now I know a lot of people reading this are going to find it controversial, well if you don't want to carry on reading that's your own choice, you can love me or hate me, hell you can even Jew and sue me while you're at it. I'm going to say what many other people don't have the balls to say due to the cancer of this world known as "Political Correctness"
When a "democratically elected" government, which also happens to be a terrorist organization, defends a terrorist attack such as this, you would think that the international community and their worthless opinion would be one of outrage. You would think that the Israeli government would retaliate for such a heinous crime, that the deaths of these people would be avenged. That would be a perfect world. Unfortunately that reality does not exist for many reasons.
First off, congratulations to the Israeli public for voting in Kadima and Olmert, you are more responsible for yesterday's attack than anybody else. You were given a choice and you chose wrong. Expect more attacks like this and I hope your conscious eats you alive for making that decision. Now we all will face the consequences.
Secondly, the Israeli Government needs to understand that 9 Israeli deaths are not equal to a metal workshop and a couple of revoked licenses. WAKE UP! How many more need to be murdered before the excuses and the bullshit stops. Abbas condemned the attacks, yeah right; I can also talk out of my ass. Arafat used to condemn attacks too. They want us dead, they've stated it countless times and
Which brings me to another point, Zionism is dead, and it died on May 14, 1948. It died again on January 7, 1950 then again on June 11 1967, August 7 1970 and then finally one last time on October 26 1973. You may ask why I say Zionism is dead, well the answer is quite simple, Zionism refers to the ideal of creating a Jewish land in the area known as
So what we have is a bunch of terrorists running a regime that's only objective is to obliterate a people and take over their 28000 square kilometer piece of land. No Jewish festival goes by without the Palestinian Terrorists trying to kill more of us and the ironic thing is, the bomb was detonated outside a falafel shop and falafel is not even Kosher for Pesach. So are they really trying to kill practicing Jews and everything Judaism stands for or are they just blood thirsty pieces of crap? I will go with the latter on that one.
Funny how women in the region may not live with equal honor to men in their culture but when it comes to dying in honor the discrimination factor disappears. Only pieces of shit such as these will bribe a retarded child with money and candy if he goes to push the button on his belt next to the soldiers. This is the situation we are dealing with here and once again, nobody is to blame more than the Israeli people and their government.
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I hope the next suicide bomb that goes off involves one of their children, instead of one of ours because they have obviously shown us via their actions that they couldn't care less whether the people died or not. I have an idea, if a terrorist blows himself up and kills Israelis, flatten his entire village, if we're getting blamed for oppressing the Palestinians, we may as well bloody do it and do it in style! When will
And as for the rest of the world, those of you who are giving funds to the Terrorist regime of the Palestinians, I hope to see a suicide bomb in your town; I want your children, your family, and your friends to know what it feels like. Oh wait, you already know what it feels like
So I have an idea for all of you anti-Semitic and anti-Israel scumbags. Boycott us, please go ahead and boycott every thing we have ever done, do not go to movies that involve Jews whether it is in the form of actors, producers, directors or screenwriters. Don't use our science, our medicine, our military technology, our bankers, our stockbrokers, our doctors. Remove all Jews from history and maybe we will all go away.
170 Nobel Prize winners gone, isn't that great? The Polio vaccine doesn't exist, nor does Novocain and local anesthesia. Stop using the Heimlich maneuver because we all know Heimlich was a crooked nosed Jew who was just trying to pick pocket a poor innocent man. What about all Jews and Israelis in
Get the picture? We are here, we are here to stay and all the hating and terrorism in the world will only make us stronger, so do us all a favor and quit while you're ahead, lest we use your children's blood in our Matzah for Pesach next year.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
DVD Region Codes and the Entertainment Industry
Good afternoon friends. Today's subject is something that has been on my mind for a long time. However after the culmination of recent events, I feel it is my duty to reveal the truth for all to see.I went back to the mall a few days ago to buy a DVD player. I went to the store, inspected two or three machines, chose the one I thought was best and made my way home. Now our television in the lounge was made by a retard. Mr Toshiba did his sister a favour by letting her "special" son build a television set and my family landed up receiving this one of a kind TV. So after hours of figuring out how to connect the DVD player to the TV without disconnecting the cable and shutting down the hospital's main generator, we got this DVD player up and running.
So far so good, I put in one DVD, it works, I put in an audio CD, it works, Memory card slot working perfectly. That is until I put in a DVD with region 1, I got this message:
What the hell is that? For all the bitching the MPAA, the RIAA and the film studios and music labels do about piracy and stealing, they sure do a lot to piss the consumer off. I bought a DVD player, legally, I bought a DVD, legally, so why in the hell can I not watch any DVD in any DVD player?!? Why sell the DVD if the country does not generally use that region? Israel is Region 2, why do they sell Region 1 DVDs? The answer is simple my friends, the Entertainment Moguls, are the greediest sacks of crap on the entire planet. You see they want to control you, your every move and they don't want you to have the choice.Even if there was a logical reason as to why they do this - which I'm sure one of their hoity-toity lawyers can provide us - they should not be selling different region DVDs in a country that doesnt accept that region. Oh... but wait a minute, I'm sure you can buy a DVD player thats three times the price of a regular one, that the gracious film companies have allowed to play all regions.
I recently bought a DVD from one of my favourite bands(check them out: www.marillion.com) and much to my excitement, the DVD was region free. But how can this be? Well Marillion can actually be described as human beings, they want their fans to enjoy their performances in ever region in the world. I can watch it in Australia, South Africa, Antarctica and even here in Israel.
So all you big boys in the entertainment industry can learn a few things. First off, what Marillion makes is music, that shit that Beyonce spurts out of her mouth is not music, its noise. On top of that, Marillion actually writes their own music, no need to sample other people's work when you have a little musical instrument called talent! Second of all, Marillion like their fans, they want their fans to like them and they know that loyal fans will always be there for them hence, they don't piss their fans off.
I know it might be difficult for the guys at Sony, 20th Century Fox and EMI to grasp this but the consumer needs to make a stand. Somehow we need to get a message out to these retards that they don't dictate the industry, we do. Allow me to paraphrase from an excellent movie I just saw called "V for Vendetta": People should not be afraid of the entertainment industry, the entertainment industry should be afraid of the people, we are the ones who choose whether or not they survive. With all the music I own and all the DVDs I own, I could easily live one year without them, so could most of you, I guarantee you however that a one year boycott of the Entertainment Industry would cripple them... Permanently!
Support smaller musicians and independent film makers, support musicians with their own music label, if the others care about the art and the fans more than the money, they will all soon follow suite.
On the next episode of Rustee Rants, The Bus Conspiracy and Mosquitos
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Oh the joys of boredom
This entry is being written to boredom! Welcome ladies and gentlemen with nothing better to do than read my blog. Its Thursday night and I'm sitting at home bored out of my skull,Everyone is in the army or has better things to do with their lives such as sleep and mope, instead of going out and actually developing a pulse. Well someone is at a wedding but apart from that someone(you know who you are), the rest of Raanana is dead.
Okay the guys in the army have no choice, they are sacrificing their time to defend our borders so we can vote in another useless politician who isn't going to do one thing he promises to. But the people who are at home and have nothing to do tomorrow... What gives? This is the time in your life where you have the opportunity to go out and party, have fun, enjoy breathing every couple of seconds(you don't want to overdo it). I know its hard for some people to live with such excitement but I need my entertainment damn it!
The weekend is something I actually used to look forward to, these days I dread it. I can make the excuse of playing games and watching movies during the week. When it comes to having to sit at home on the weekend I feel absolutely cheated. Even if that piece of tin in my parking space, that used to be a car, was working, I'd still have nothing to do. Hell I hate clubbing but I'd even do that!
What has happened to our generation? Our parents, who in their age have become so toned down and responsible, used to go out and have crazy times and we emulate them, not as they were back then, but as they are today. Its terrible, in twenty years time I want reminisce about going to parties and bars and having crazy nights. At the rate I'm going its going to be something along the lines of "I remember when I watched "Grease" on Thursday night once many years ago."
I can't even think of anything to write about because I feel like I'd just be forcing it out and it would come across as completely unnatural. Even my sense of humour decided to go out for the night and leave me at home by myself. Tomorrow night had better be a big bloody improvement because if its not, I think I'm going to start cutting of fingers and seeing how long I can withstand the pain before I pass out. So if anybody is willing to donate their fingers to my anti-boredom campaign, sign up here. You honestly didn't think I'd cut my own fingers of did you?
So I'm going to surf the web for thousands of tidbits of uselessness that will entertain me for about 15 seconds a click. If you are like me and bored out of your mind at home when you feel you should be going out partying, don't worry, you now know that you are not alone.
Wait a second... The Hot/Cold Shower signal is flying high in the sky, the citizens need me! I'm going to jump into the Hot/Cold Showermobile and go fight the ne'er-do-wells. Until I return avid readers I bid you adieu
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Things that go BUMP at 07:27 in the morning

This entry is being written to Selling England by the Pound. As some people may have noticed, most of what I have written here is about things that annoy the hell out of me. Well guess what today's subject is about. Buckle your seatbelts, here we go...
Normal people wake up at between 6 and 7 every morning to get on with their dismal lives which may or may not include, work, school, banking and serving time. I however am not a normal person so when I get a phone call at 07:27 AM I tend to get rather pissed off.
This morning after going to bed at around 03:30 I was horrified to be awoken from an interesting dream about god knows what. Now a little background story on why I was horrified. Last Friday a friend of mine decided to make some ridiculous statement about B. B. King and blues music, he even added sound effects. Much to my amusement I commanded him to repeat his sense whilst I recorded it on my snazzy cellular phone and I have been using this as my ringtone ever since. When you're out at night and with a bunch of people and the phone rings, its bloody brilliant. Seven in the morning - completely different story.
So as I was saying, here I am having a wonderful dream when suddenly I am woken by "Hachi Pashut BOW POW!!!" resonating through every part of my body. Looking at the time in disbelief, I noticed that the caller was an long time client of mine from back in the old days when I used to pretend to run a computer fixing business.
Now as I'm sure all of you know, the nokia cellular phone comes with a wonderful option to silence the phone midring. Great feature really - when it works. There I am franticly trying not to wake up completely and I'm pushing the silence button over and over and its laughing at me. I could tell by the look on its screen as it flashed that name over and over it was thinking to itself: "This is for all the times you've thrown me at walls and onto patches of grass you bastard, now I, with the help of ***** ******, am going to wake you up!"
Over the course of the last ten years, cellular phones have become extremely smart, from predictive text to conference calls. From video and music to Bluetooth and internet. My cellular phone however must be the smartest of all because it collaborates. It had the perfect plan, once my client had disconnected the call and I thought everything was finally back to normal, I was shocked to find that my cellular phone had organized for every 18-wheeler truck in the country to drive down our street. This is as quiet as a philharmonic orchestra playing Beethoven's 5th whilst overdosing on heroine.
Next came the leaf blowers. These men have the most pointless job on the planet. There main objective is to annoy the crap out of me, then they blow leaves from one side of the parking lot to the other. The next day they come back and blow all the leaves back again. They do this 5 times a week!!! Blowing leaves back and forth for eternity. So they decide they're going to test their leaf blowing skills extra early and by that stage I'm beating my head against large object wishing that they were sharper. All this time my phone was lying on my bed quite proud of itself and what it had managed to achieve.
Eventually I managed to get back to sleep and decided to sleep in extra all because I feel the entire event was one done out of sheer spite from all parties involved. So if they try to wake me up early, I'll just sleep in late and the phone, well lets just say its been silenced. But I know one day, when I'm not paying attention, it will unleash an even greater plan that may even lead to my ultimate destruction. Until that day I sleep and my cellphone waits for its finest hour.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
How to waste 110 minutes of your life. Or, "Get him. The man move!"

Tonight I went to a friend's house to watch a movie. I will never ever forgive myself for making this decision. Of course I'm talking about visiting my friends. Okay I'm just kidding... Really. My friend Ren is going into the army tomorrow, so a bunch of us went to visit her to say goodbye until we see her again(probably this weekend).
So we decided to sit down and watch a movie and what movie did we settle for? Into the Blue. Now the tagline for this movie is "Hold your breathe!" I wish I had. I wish I had held my breathe until I died instead of watching this garbage.
The movie starts off 45 minutes after the opening credits. Up until that point all we see is Jessica Alba in a bikini and the lesser paid actress in a smaller bikini, legs spread wide for the whole world to see the digestive process. At first I thought that the constant view of ass was just eye candy, but then I realized something, the director was giving us subtle hints that this movie reeked of shit.
With such wise cracks as "Tiger Sharks, you know the furry one's with stripes" to the lack of a single iota of research into diving, this movie really made me want to rip my eyes out instead of having to see it. And we were given a few opportunities to stop, but its like witnessing a horrifying accident, something inside you just makes you carry on watching.
The basic plot is as follows, 2 couples go out on a boat to do some snorkeling, cool dude A drops his watch and upon trying to retrieve it, finds a legendary shipwreck. He also finds a whole bunch of cocaine but that's of no relevance because there is never actually an antagonist to make that a plot point.
Their diving skills are amazing, they can make their dives down to around 8 meters without the use of weightbelts. Only sometimes for visual effect do the weightbelts actually appear. Second of all, they are immune to the bends. Normal divers take their time to surface, this bunch shoot right up, their bubbles trailing far behind them and because they are so damn beautiful, nothing happens to them.
They also snorkel into caves, because we know how safe this is, considering most caves underwater have little surfacing areas below sea-level where you can catch your breath. On top of this, they dive in shark infested waters and take air directly from the tank without worrying about things such as the pressure in the tank, without a regulator attached, being 3000 psi. When you are beautiful your lungs can take it.
Ultimately, when the antagonists do come along, the twist is about as fierce as a carousel in a children's fair. Oh and did I forgot to mention that one of our key players is actually a lawyer. He must be an Australopithecus lawyer because he has as much brains as a garden chair. This lawyer incidentally is staying in the beautiful Bahamas resort because one of his criminal clients owes him a favour. On top of that, he is the one who is most eager to retrieve all the cocaine and sell it. And dude A is no better, he cannot even formulate a proper sentence without sounding like he forgot to swallow the marshmallows he ate earlier
I won't reveal the exhilarating ending but I am amazed at how one of the sharks managed to bite a clean cut out of cheaper girl's leg. I mean sharks these days have straight rows of teeth, gone are the days of shredded flesh and jagged bites, this was like a samurai kitana shark.
My biggest question throughout this movie was this: In most fields of work, people strive for success, to be the best they can be, authors want to win the Pulitzer, scientists, the noble prize. I'm assuming that most directors of films would like to win oscars. So with that in mind, when the director of this film sat down at the board meeting with the other production staff and screenwriter, what exactly was their objective? Did they honestly believe they stood a chance? Did these guys really all congratulate each other for a job well done?
I honestly think I would have been more entertained by a story I made up myself. The movie would be called "Upside-down and nowhere to go." The movie would star Jessica Alba in a bikini and a turtle. The movie would start with Jessica lying on the beach catching a tan. A turtle would arrive on shore and accidentally get itself flipped onto its back, the next 90 minutes would be focus on this turtle trying to flip back onto its stomach so that it can get on with its life. Every ten minutes or so the camera pans out and we see Jessica rubbing oil on her body, soaking up that sun; at the end, just as the turtle is about to flip onto its stomach and Jessica is about to take of her bikini top, a frog riding a meteor smashes into the earth and the movie ends.
Now that would be a good movie! Sex appeal? Got it! A dramatic struggle? Got it! A never-saw-it-coming twist at the end of the movie? Of course. Okay so it doesn't have dialogue but then again neither did into the blue, random lines such as "Get him. The man move!" do not count in my books as dialogue.
So if anyone reading this is planning to see this terrible movie, don't! You can get plenty of pictures of Jessica Alba online wearing things she has never put on in her entire life. Don't waste 110 minutes like I did, its not worth, not for all the Jessica Alba in the world

