<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320</id><updated>2009-02-21T07:21:16.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Pow Pig</title><subtitle type='html'>A spicy dish of indescribable beauty and horror that may cause bouts of happpiness or unutterable contempt.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>508</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-111107696244028543</id><published>2005-03-17T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T11:29:22.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Post: Something Ends, A New Beginning</title><summary type='text'>I have a new site called: Adrian Stroy - fantastic stories and other lies. This site will be different in that I will not be posting everyday and will mainly being using it for  place to store story ideas, post short fiction and poetry, and eventually, start posting excerpts from my upcoming novel.Yes, novel.This is the reason I stopped Kung Pow Pig (well, that and the fact that there's only so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/111107696244028543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=111107696244028543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111107696244028543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111107696244028543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/last-post-something-ends-new-beginning.html' title='The Last Post: Something Ends, A New Beginning'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-111080927171885737</id><published>2005-03-14T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T09:57:15.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Later</title><summary type='text'>There once was a boy who found a new shiny toy and he played with it until it was time for him to do his chores, like feed the many colored fish in his fresh water fish tank or clean up his room or even just sit down for dinner at the dining table with his family.But as time moved forward and the boy moved through his world, he started to think about the toy when he was not near it. Then he would</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/111080927171885737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=111080927171885737' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111080927171885737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111080927171885737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/later.html' title='Later'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-111056705232825790</id><published>2005-03-11T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T15:34:19.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Ring On Penis</title><summary type='text'>Doctors had to remove a man's wedding ring from his penis. Read more to know the rest of the story.This story does have the *ring* of truth to it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/111056705232825790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=111056705232825790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111056705232825790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111056705232825790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/wedding-ring-on-penis.html' title='Wedding Ring On Penis'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-111056538512070706</id><published>2005-03-11T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T13:44:01.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Tragedy</title><summary type='text'>We're going to the opera! And I'm pretty excited about going to see Aida. We had a choice of Gibert and Sullivan's operetta, The Mikado, but chose Verdi's Aida, and I'm glad since I heard that Aida is the Mother of Operas.Aida is a love story that takes place in ancient Egypt, and being an opera, it will not end well for those involved.Tragedy.That gnawing part of our human nature that is drawn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/111056538512070706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=111056538512070706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111056538512070706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111056538512070706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/beautiful-tragedy.html' title='A Beautiful Tragedy'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-111048633634839340</id><published>2005-03-10T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T15:25:36.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence Up</title><summary type='text'>LVX23 has a link to this site that discusses how you can increase your intelligence in a very matter of fact way without any corny bullshit. So go up that intelligence of yours. This is the brave new world and the mind is the best weapon/defense you have for surviving it.PS - You'll also find a bunch of other pretty interesting links on this LVX23 post beides this one.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/111048633634839340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=111048633634839340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111048633634839340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111048633634839340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/intelligence-up.html' title='Intelligence Up'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-111038003713325266</id><published>2005-03-09T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T09:20:49.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect, Fear, and Love</title><summary type='text'>I've been told that when you get to prison, you should shiv the first person you see, because then they will respect you. And, as seeing that prisons are a very concentrated microcosm of the world, I wonder just who do I have to shiv to get some respect around here?The recent attack by a group of chimpanzees on a man was based on jealousy. Two of the apes were not appreciative of the showering of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/111038003713325266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=111038003713325266' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111038003713325266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111038003713325266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/respect-fear-and-love.html' title='Respect, Fear, and Love'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-111029144480337194</id><published>2005-03-08T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T13:08:41.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 a Day Ain't Bad</title><summary type='text'>Sure, 10 women being raped every day is not such a bad number - At least that's what the world seems to think.Buy, sell, trade, oil is up, Charlie Sheen goes down, and Trump tells someone they're fired, again.But in the Sudan, we've given the monsters free reign over there. Over in Darfur, men with guns can rape a child the age of your first grader and nobody does a thing about it, except for the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/111029144480337194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=111029144480337194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111029144480337194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111029144480337194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/10-day-aint-bad.html' title='10 a Day Ain&apos;t Bad'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-111029065504100794</id><published>2005-03-08T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T09:04:15.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil's Haircut?</title><summary type='text'>You've seen the haircut; the one that likes like a lame mohawk.The haircut that looks like a rooster wanted to be noticed by his plumage, sort of. That silly little haircut with the extra length along the middle of your head sticking up like someone put a half-erect penis on your head and combed over some hair on top of it.I've seen it so many times that I've wondered what I'd look like with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/111029065504100794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=111029065504100794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111029065504100794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111029065504100794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/devils-haircut.html' title='The Devil&apos;s Haircut?'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-111021109120539565</id><published>2005-03-07T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T11:22:38.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before There Was a Fight Club</title><summary type='text'>My friend MM and I would go drinking in our youth in the early 1990s, and by saying going drinking, I mean we would go into bar after bar and drink a beer and a shot of whiskey and when the money ran out we ould either hit up a bartender friend of ours or break out a credit card. That is what I meant by drinking. We'd start at 10 Pm and go until we got drunk enough to punch each other. This is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/111021109120539565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=111021109120539565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111021109120539565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111021109120539565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/before-there-was-fight-club.html' title='Before There Was a Fight Club'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-111020539180805067</id><published>2005-03-07T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T09:23:11.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Called Excessive Force</title><summary type='text'>It's also called an abuse of power.The police will probably just say that it was poor judgement on their part. But did they have to shock a choking teen 16 times with taser guns until the teen had to be hospitalized for three days and lost his memory?And the words of Alan Moore pop into my head: "Who will watch the watchers?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/111020539180805067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=111020539180805067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111020539180805067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111020539180805067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-called-excessive-force.html' title='It&apos;s Called Excessive Force'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-111020482681595846</id><published>2005-03-07T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T09:13:46.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Big Dumb Animal</title><summary type='text'>So exactly how is the world to perceive the U.S's military strength and organization?With the numerous "friendly fire" incidents that have killed soldiers allied with our forces, the numerous killings of innocent men, women, and children at checkpoints, Abu Gharib and other torture and humiliation incidents, and now the shooting and killing of an allied intelligence agent who died protecting a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/111020482681595846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=111020482681595846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111020482681595846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/111020482681595846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/like-big-dumb-animal.html' title='Like a Big Dumb Animal'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-110996282578240078</id><published>2005-03-04T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T14:56:42.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing that will fuxx with your head.</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking about the books that have most influenced how I look at the world and how I think. Now the books can be either fiction or nonfiction and I've been making a list, checking it twice, etc.Animal Farm and 1984 by George Orwell: Two books I found in my father's infamous and magickal cupboard in the garage. Dad suggested I read them and I devoured them for book reports in sixth and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/110996282578240078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=110996282578240078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110996282578240078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110996282578240078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/writing-that-will-fuxx-with-your-head.html' title='Writing that will fuxx with your head.'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-110995311662856331</id><published>2005-03-04T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T11:18:36.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Motorcycle Diaries</title><summary type='text'>We watched the movie The Motorcycle Diaries, which is about Ernesto "Che" Guevara, and his friend Ablerto Granado, traveling across the South American continent in his youth, experiencing little road trip adventures and seeing the beginnings of his desire for justice and revolution. And it is a very good film.Actually, the film should have been nominated (And another film that should have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/110995311662856331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=110995311662856331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110995311662856331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110995311662856331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/motorcycle-diaries.html' title='The Motorcycle Diaries'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-110995044041249619</id><published>2005-03-04T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T10:49:26.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices</title><summary type='text'>I hear voices. Like in the eighties song by Russ Ballard, used in the Miami Vice Episode where Crockett and Tubbs travel by speed boat to kill the murderous drug dealer Calderon, Voices, I hear voices.I was on Jason Louv's site and saw the headline: "Many Machines on Ix."I've heard that sentence repeated in my head before. As I've also heard , "He who can destroy a thing controls that thing," and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/110995044041249619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=110995044041249619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110995044041249619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110995044041249619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/voices.html' title='Voices'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-110986089346679248</id><published>2005-03-03T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T09:41:33.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain Weapon</title><summary type='text'>Say you're at a protest that has gone from peaceful to slightly aggressive. Suddenly the police pull back and the protesters cheer in thinking that they have shown the fascist-like riot police in their black helmets and shields a thing about democracy and freedom and the Constitution.You cheer along with them and suddenly you feel excruciating pain from within your gut and radiating throughout </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/110986089346679248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=110986089346679248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110986089346679248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110986089346679248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/pain-weapon.html' title='Pain Weapon'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-110978774950708855</id><published>2005-03-02T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T13:22:29.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned?</title><summary type='text'>In the movie Constantine, based on the Vertigo Comic Hellblazer, John Constantine killed himself and was dead for a couple of minutes, in which he glimpsed Hell. After he was revived, he knew, in accordance with Catholic dogma, that he had damned himself to eternal torment for commiting the sin of suicide and throwing away god's most precious gift.By the way, the movie was pretty damn good; a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/110978774950708855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=110978774950708855' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110978774950708855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110978774950708855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/damned.html' title='Damned?'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-110978642808264384</id><published>2005-03-02T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T13:00:28.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Ourselves</title><summary type='text'>With Hunter S. Thompson in the news, the truth about suicide has been brought back to the forefront of the news. And it seems that Americans are killing themselves, a lot. Even more that we are killing each other.I don't know what's more disturbing: That we're killing ourselves (80 a day) or that we're killing each other (around 50) in such high numbers on a daily basis.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/110978642808264384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=110978642808264384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110978642808264384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110978642808264384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/killing-ourselves.html' title='Killing Ourselves'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-110971186314321911</id><published>2005-03-01T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T16:17:43.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday is Intellectual Property?</title><summary type='text'>Time Warner owns the rights to the song Happy Birthday to You, so by all that is holy and lawful under copyright and intellectual property laws, you or anyone else can be fined for singing Happy Birthday to someon.And all around the country, the RIAA's stormtroopers await the "go" word so that they can bumrush a 2 year olds birthday party.Does that mean you can't say Happy Birthday to someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/110971186314321911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=110971186314321911' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110971186314321911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110971186314321911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-birthday-is-intellectual.html' title='Happy Birthday is Intellectual Property?'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-110962249306287704</id><published>2005-02-28T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T15:28:13.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catwoman</title><summary type='text'>Halle Berry showed up to receive her Golden Razzie award for Catwoman. So Halle Berry regains my respect and admiration, unlike Sean Penn's humorless comments about Chris Rock's jokes about Jude Law.Penn is a whiny little bitch.And I'll probably recieve a letter like the South Park guys did when they made fun of him in their epic puppet movie, Team America.Sean: it's puppets! Take it easy, man.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/110962249306287704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=110962249306287704' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110962249306287704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110962249306287704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/02/catwoman.html' title='Catwoman'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-110962186170725214</id><published>2005-02-28T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T15:17:41.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May I Suggest a Night of Heavy Drinking</title><summary type='text'>And some cheap sex?This poor stupid bastard in India castrated himself because he couldn't find love. Which leads me to believe that this guy is real idiot. Who the hell wants to go out with, much less fall in love with and marry a moron dumb enough to cut off his joy stick?I say they don't try to reattach this dickless wonder's penis. We don't want people like him breeding and raising more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/110962186170725214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=110962186170725214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110962186170725214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110962186170725214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/02/may-i-suggest-night-of-heavy-drinking.html' title='May I Suggest a Night of Heavy Drinking'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-110935025302637528</id><published>2005-02-25T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:50:53.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Boxes and Human Conciousness</title><summary type='text'>Around the world are little black boxes that generate a random stream of numbers through programming in a run of the mill microchip.And people believe that human conciousness on a micro and macro scale can affect the randomness of the numbers generated by the boxes. They also believe that our mass conciousness can also allow these boxes to predict future events.  Read all about the tiny boxes and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/110935025302637528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=110935025302637528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110935025302637528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110935025302637528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/02/black-boxes-and-human-conciousness.html' title='Black Boxes and Human Conciousness'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-110934253778603077</id><published>2005-02-25T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T12:25:23.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Scanner Darkly</title><summary type='text'>Boing Boing has a link to the preview of Richard Linklater's interpretation of Phillip K. Dick's story, A Scanner Darkly. The movie was first filmed, then animated over the film to give it that very cool, surreal effect that Linklater first used in one of my favorite movies, Waking Life.You can see the preview for A Scanner Darkly here.Good, thought provoking Sci Fi - when executed properly - is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/110934253778603077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=110934253778603077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110934253778603077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110934253778603077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/02/scanner-darkly.html' title='A Scanner Darkly'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-110934187753515038</id><published>2005-02-25T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T09:31:17.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk to Each Other</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes we turn on the one's we love because of their faults and mannerisms and actions that we dislike or disapprove of. And strangely enough, these same faults and mannerisms that we can't stand in our loved ones and blood relatives, we are perfectly fine accepting from those we do not love as much. So why do we fight with the ones we love over these things? I think because we all secretly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/110934187753515038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=110934187753515038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110934187753515038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110934187753515038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/02/talk-to-each-other.html' title='Talk to Each Other'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-110925523436794989</id><published>2005-02-24T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T09:29:14.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistaken Identity</title><summary type='text'>While attending his grandmother's funeral, an innocent man was arrested by the Broward County's Sheriff's Office.  The Lightbourns differ with Graf about what occurred at the cemetery. Family members and witnesses said they had just buried Brenda Lightbourn, 65, and the Florida Sunshine Band was finishing its final number, when at least 10 deputies stormed the gravesite, grabbed Donovan, slammed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/110925523436794989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=110925523436794989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110925523436794989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110925523436794989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/02/mistaken-identity.html' title='Mistaken Identity'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391320.post-110925390006598185</id><published>2005-02-24T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T09:32:57.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Stop Breeding, Mongo</title><summary type='text'>We have rose bushes along the front patio of our house, near the front door. The roses are beautiful and make the property look very nice, and of course, I take them for granted. My wife does not.And, apparently, the little thieving destructive shits they call children in my neighborhood don't take them for granted either, since we've been finding the occasional blooming rose broken off of its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/feeds/110925390006598185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6391320&amp;postID=110925390006598185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110925390006598185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391320/posts/default/110925390006598185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kungpowpig.blogspot.com/2005/02/please-stop-breeding-mongo.html' title='Please Stop Breeding, Mongo'/><author><name>Kung Pow Pig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15862768502819005603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15668051849387360793'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>