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I asked a friend what he's doing for New Year's eve?

He said: I'm spending it dressed in only a bathrobe with 200 friends!

I asked: Mmmm...Where?

He answered: "Facebook!"

Young women are often treated like empty calories of pop culture - they're as hard to resist as a forbidden sweet, as guiltily denied and easily forgotten. But in the year 2008 besides from rock's commercial saviour, COLDPLAY and hiphops new jack king, Lil Wayne, Pop was top,
with young women providing the spark.

KATE PERRY released the most talked about single, the lascivious I KISSED THE GIRL.

MILEY CYRUS transcended her Hannah MontanA with her summer hit debut, BREAKAWAY.

BRITNEY SPEARS, the comeback hit WOMANIZER

TAYLOR SWIFT cross genres FEARLESS

DUFFY, Soul retro hit song MERCY

ADELE, the winter sensational Soul-retro hit

RIHANNA, unstoppable R & B queen

"I kissed a girl and i likey it too haha!"

"Womaniza, womaniza, a..a..a ... Bye! Happy 2009! "

SOURCE: Ann Powers LA TIMES

Meanwhile the fireworks continues just before the New Year.

The latest tally of dead:

and thousands of wounded:

Is this teen girl a terrorist?

Is this child a terrorist?

Violence breeds violence. More death in Palestine will not end the conflict but calls for further revenge. This scenario has been repeated over and over again yet Israel cannot stop the militants. The last direct incursion of Israel into Lebanon was a dismal failure as will the future excercise of disproportionate response and continued loss of innocent civilian lives. In contrast, this military offensive by Israel further fuels further provocation to the other  unfriendly neighbours of Israel, primarily Iran and Syria,
thereby escalating the crisis into an even bigger scale.

The body count at halftime in the latest Israeli strike in Palestine:

From all the Davijs', wishing all my lovely friends,

 "A Very Merry Christmas and a Prosperous New Year!"

EDITED 26 DEC. 2008/(PHOTOS REMOVED FOR PRIVACY, THANK YOU!)

..didn't know they use mistletoe as belt, so naughty this santa!

*hic*

... just thinking, if I married a girl from Holland, my kids would have been called...

"holapinos" (jalopeno)!    

..don't mind me, just back shoveling for an 1 1/2, my brain is frozen, even my snuts form into icicles, I look like f%%%ing frozen walrus, expected 30cm of snow falling and sadistic old man winter must be having fun, still blowing winter storm with all it's might and fury!
..meanwhile this hot coco helps or is it the brandy? 

Below is my list of Persons of the Year 2008:

1. Barack Obama

2. Sarah Palin

3. Hillary Clinton

4. Henry Paulson

5. Ashley Dupree

6. Daniel Craig

7. Gordon Brown

8. Miley Cyrus

9. Nicolas Sarkozy and Carla Bruni

10. Rod Blagojovich

and distant runner-up:
11. Madonna

Who's your choice?

This Christmas many of us will not be home with all our family and friends...

This Christmas let us visit an orphanage, the homeless, donate a lil something which to others mean so much and that would make a difference on Christmas day - of not feeling alone, of being home .... if only in their dreams.

.. never seen a mistletoe used as a belt before...

never mind! bye!

This is one Christmas she will never forget, lets listen to her story,

In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father has left and abandoned us for good.
The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave 15 dollars a week to buy groceries.
Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either. If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.
I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress. I loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed, crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still no luck.
The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel. An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour and I could start that night.
I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.
That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job.
And so I started at the Big Wheel. When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money--fully half of what I averaged every night.
As the weeks went by, heating bills added another strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.
One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires
.
Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered.
I made a deal with the owner of the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.
I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids. I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up. When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning I hurried to the car. I was hoping the kids wouldn't wake up before I managed to get home and get the presents from the basement and place them under the tree. (We had cut down a small cedar tree by the side of the road down by the dump.)
It was still dark and I couldn't see much, but there appeared to be some dark shadows in the car--or was that just a trick of the night? Something certainly looked different, but it was hard to tell what. When I reached the car I peered warily into one of the side windows. Then my jaw dropped in amazement. My old battered Chevy was full--full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes.
I quickly opened the driver's side
door, scrambled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was a whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes: There were candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was a whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.
And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.
As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.

Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop.
--Barb Irwin

Whatever faith or no faith we have are not have, we cannot deny one man who had more impact in this planet than any other, no he didn't discover the theory of relativity, he didn't discover the airplane, nor car, nor the train, no he did not invent the computer....

he taught us humility, forgiveness, caring for one another, generosity and love to one another.... most of us are still learning.

This song is a tribute to that man born on that holy night!

In what was supposed to be a picture perfect historical moment, more than 4,000 American casualties, 10, 000 Iraquis dead, hundreds of coalition casualties and trillions of dollars that drained the U.S. treasury, finally Bush sits proudly along the "democratically" elected President of Iraq, with the remaining American Freedom fighters who are in their last days of their successful mission of eliminating a brutal dictator, restoring democracy, rooting the terrorists in Iraq thereby making the United States and the world a safer place - the photo would have been one of the great pictures hanging along the halls of America's great presidents, but perhaps it wasn't meant to be.

" In Middle East culture, to throw a shoe at somebody is the lowest insult you can do to human being!"
CARTOON by AISLIN/Montreal Gazette

Poor guy, even in his parting, it still gets fucked up!

On a lighter note, I finally decided to change my doc as he's getting senile and afraid he
maybe prescribing wrong medications.
Lately I've been having my regular checkups and have never felt better..

In 2003, the then aspiring young new leader of the Conservative Party, a former Reform Party leader and who embraced the ideals of Western separatism in his college days, delivered his most eloquent speech in the House of Commons in the debate about Canada's participation in Iraq. His plea was defeated, Canada saved money and lives in a war based on the premise of a lie of WMD.

Stephen Harper would have been looking for another job before Christmas but was saved by the Governor General to suspend his hanging by proroguing the parliament, an excercise that many constitutional lawyers question the legality of preserving a Prime Minister to be in power to avoid a non-confidence vote and a legal coalition take-over. Thanks also to the unpopular, erratic leader of the opposition, Stephane Dion unconvincing appeal to lead the coalition government that the Liberals figured will result in a backlash and further downfall of the Liberal Party, that smart politics prevailed and Harper's time is extended, only because the Liberals are not ready, but Harper's minority government lakes him a lame duck Prime Minister at the mercy of the opposition and the separatist party.

Just like MaCain who tried to distance himself with Bush, Harper is trying to be more concialotory to the majority deputies in the house, now rewriting his budget to contain all what the coalition wanted, what's wrong with the first one?, and soften his image, to
a more gentler, caring Prime Minister. Just look at this recent picture, does he look like warmonger, faggot, lesbo hating, artist hater, anti-abortion, extreme right wing Western separatist to you?

TRANSLATION: "Now you're fucked!"

Unfortunately, Canadaians do not forget and unwilling to and still fearful to hand this man a majority in two attempts until the opposition presents a credible leader after the two disasters of Martin and Dion. Michael Ignatieff, the front runner in the last convention, and admired by the French in Quebec, but robbed by stupid partisan deals chose to support the far third runner up Stephane, whom now they dumped to take a walk and unanimously chosen a new leader of the opposition and may just be able to pull it through this time.

A celebrated author of 90 books, Oxford, Cambridge and University of Toronto professor, he may just be the right intellect to par with Barack Obama, our giant neighbour's President ...as the "John Wayne/ Bush Gunboat Style" leadership that HARPER so adheres is a thing of the past!

They won't throw shoes at Harper in Montreal, they may try a wicked "slapshot" though!

To remain in power, Prime Minister Harper could learn from the Banana Republics and proclaim Canada a Hockey Republic, declare Martial Law and be the first ever dictator of the G7 countries.

The current political crisis in Canada is something the boring Canucks have never seen. It has become an amateur Circus show for a country that boasts the greatest Circus Show in the World, the Cirque O' Soleil, sorry not Canada - Quebec.

Chronology of fuck-ups:

1. Harper only after a 1 1/2 year of minority government called an election based on Conservative polling they could be headed for a majority. Canadians said "NYET" and gave him another minority unstable government.

2. Harper's closet right wing ideology a la McCain Bush resurfaces as he's about to present a budget ignoring the current economic crisis, declaring Canada's economic picture is strong
and will not resort in any form of communist style economic bail-outs, and arrogantly stand-out the odd ball of the G7 countries, all moved to support the crumbling world economy. Canada's major trading partner is the United States, 80 % of all it's services and resources are sold in that country. Harper's denial of the real grim picture for Canada, which he inherited from a Budget surplus from the previous Liberal government has turned out into a deficit under his wing.

3. Harper's arrogance of ignoring the opposition as if running a majority opens the door for a backroom deal with the Liberals, Socialists and Separatists parties to use a loophole in the constitution and plot to boot-out Harper, vote down his budget and form a coalition government.

4. The Governor General, traditionally a ceremonial role as the Queen's Representative, whose duties is to attend State Dinners, cut ribbons, was back to Canada called to cancel her wining and dining in the European countries to save the PM's neck. The journalist by profession Governor called a 911 meeting with constitutional lawyers how to go about this
matter, legally she is the most powerful figure in the country.

5. Canadians learned a new word: "prorogue" other than the Ukranian "peroges", in legal terms suspend the government to prevent a crisis, giving Prime Minister to delay and revise his budget and work out a possible agreement with the opposition to save the government.

6. Stephen Harper addressed the nation, wrapping himself with the Alberta flag, denouncing the coalition as a sellout to the Separatist's Bloc Quebecois, whom ironically the party whose aim is to separate Quebec from Canada now holds the veto on the fate of Canada. The West and majority of Canadians sympathizes with Harper. Eastern Canada, and specially Quebec, it is the end for Harper. Harper in Quebec is now viewed as a sly, devious, untrusty
Westerner with a fake smile in a sweater, who gave Quebec a title of a nation to win votes on his first term which he did and now condemn the Bloc which represent the majority of Quebec a Separatist, Canada nation breaker.

7. The other Steven, Stephane DION, the nutty professor, the defeated opposition Liberal leader, supposedly the leader of the failed coup d'etat goes on television in responseagainst Harper, to explain the coalition plan to save the nation. His television address appeared like an amateur video shot by an unstable held mobile was a disaster showing the disarray of the opposition who supposedly want to run this country.

8. The Liberty Party had enough of Dion and release him to spend more time walking his Labrador and installed the rightful leader, Michael Ignatief, another Harvard-Rhodes Scholar, a formidable, charismatic leader whom Harper wanted to avoid.

9. The coalition is dead, Ignatief will dictate Harper's next budget and will give Harper few months to govern until the bankrupt Liberals gather their resources and form the next government, unless Harper do not cooperate, Ignatief will not join the separatist and we'll have another election, two months after the last one.

10. While all this chaos, Canadians are watching in awe and disgust as these clowns do whatever they want without the participation of the people.

All this is making Canada's prime Diva Ceiline very, very sick!

"Les MAUDITS CANADIENS!...I want another smoothie French kiss... Reneeee, Viens Icit!!!!"

O' CANADA!!

"poly": many, "ticks": blood-sucking parasites!!!!

Here's some Christmas distraction bit:

CLICK PICS FOR BIG!

OH THESE:

nice tie!

Keep your hat on!

luvly hat!

jennifer briefs!

show ya dimples!

aniston power tie!

What you lookin' at? asked Gwyneth Paltrow!

Living in a predominantly Italian Montreal neighbourhood, understandably Catholics, the streets here look like a tacky version of Disneyland or a cut-out from Chevy Chase's burb's home Christmas lighting.

I personally think that the traditional mistletoe on the door and colourful lights on the railings and Christmas trees are very heartwarming and pleasant. Also some modern, newer miniature monochrome lightings minimally placed around shrubs and trees are very lovely.

But some over do it to the point that it becomes totally bad taste.
Right in front of me is the most decorated house in the street, with a lighted giant reindeer pulling a sleigh, a NATIVITY scene on his front lawn and a snowman on the other, the perimeter roof gutter, the balcony and stair railings, around the windows, the trees and the shrubs, the gates, in a mish-mash of decourations and colours - all is missing is a Walrus in a yellow submarine, enough to send your senses to a Magical Mystery Tour and see Lucy in the Sky through the Purple Haze, with the Spiderman chasing Hanah Montana.

Oooopsss sorry these lights are stoning me real baddd!!

Let there be darkness!

While we spoil our kids this Christmas to give them the latest I-pods, Hannah Montana's, designer shoes and clothings.... in not too faraway from the same planet, some children..do they even know.....

I like this...

CLICK TO ENLARGE! (..that doesn't sound right?)

Two nights ago, 8th December 2008, this senior citizen, whom most of her coleagues are either on a rocking chair or a wheelchair, this amazing performer rocks the Bell Center in Montreal for 2 hours dancing and singing that will put to shame some girls in their 20's, this amazing hot 70 year old performer is ...

'ROLL IT...!!"

"PRIVATE DANCER" (..did the others forgot their dress?..just asking!)

'what's luv gotta do..'

(ALL PHOTOS BY: Tyrel Featherstone/Montreal Gazette)

" See if you could roll it like TINA TURNER with these tunes! "

This was last night in Montreal ...

Snow turned to freezing rain overnight, the leafless trees turned to beautiful crystals not so
pretty on the roads though!

Ahhh the fun of winter! It should be over in May!

The sky dumped it's first 20cm of snow today causing havoc and traffic nightmare at morning rushour and the drive home. It took me 2h to get to work this morning what usually takes me 30 min and 3 1/2 hour to get home. After late supper, it took me another 2h to clear the driveway, stairs and the balcony. Snow is going to turn to rain overnight, at below freezing temperature it be sheet of ice tomorrow morning, hopefully temp is predicted at +10C if we make it through the PM.

More snow and freeze for Thursday through the weekend, just a reminder that we still live in the North Pole and it be a while before palm trees grow in Canada and pine trees in Havana.
I thought winter was a Christmas card perfect snow covered pine trees, Christmas lights and bambi, all i've been seeing so far is a mountain of white crap and the city snow plower that pushes back the snow and block my driveway I just cleared! Next time I'm gonna wait for him with my shotgun, I promise!

Ahhh.. maybe we'll find sometime on the weekend, put the fireplace, have some warm chocolate/brandy and raise the temperature indoors... or we maybe clearing snow all weekend again!

O' CANADA!

The biggest strip show is coming to Montreal early next year to raise bit the subzero temps of mid-winter featuring Spear Britney and the Pussy Dolls...

Klik fotos for big, as if i have to say!

Britney:

and the pussycats:

Aparrently they could also sing:

When the moment is right, would you be ready?

The odds favourite, The Golden Boy Oscar de la Hoya, the prettiest and richest boxer in history, was even richer yesterday but didn't look too pretty after his pretty face was refigured after being hit by a typhoon from the Pacific, the too fast and furious little guy from Manila, the Philippines, Manny "Pacman" Pacquiao, today's boxing world's best pound per pound fighter.

Below are the highlights pics:

Missed, Pacquiao too fast!

Here comes the typhoon...

1,2,3,4,5....

final devastating left hook.

No mas! Hoya surrenders on the 9th round.

De la Hoya takes in $20 million and the end of an era, Pacquiao takes $10 million, returns to the Philippines a national hero and a future of even bigger purses.

I won $100 on a bet and spent $125 for dinner and beers at the local pub where the fight was
shown on the big screen via pay per view. It was a noisy, fun Sat. night!

Next: Pacquiao vs. Hutton?

Hiroshima,
Vietnam,
Africa,
Iraq,
Afghanistan,

May those grim images of the past years
be a peaceful one for this Christmas and the following years,

davij

Tomorrow night, Saturday Dec. 06, 2008 at 8 P.M. at MGM Grand Las Vegas, Nevada, history will be made in boxing as two legends meet for the fight of their lives in this DREAM FIGHT.

Golden Boy, the prettiest and one of the richest boxers today, the former title holder of 6 weight divisions in boxing, OSCAR DE LA HOYA, a Mexican-American will face WBC'S super Featherweight and Lightweight champion, the boxing world considers the best pound per pound boxer today, from the Philippines, Manny "Pac-Man" Pacquiao.

More than the 100 million dollar shared between the two fighters, this bout will be a historical fight, whoever wins. De la Hoya is fighting for pride, although the biggest purse goes to him, is fighting to avenge the humiliation of great Mexican fighters, Vargas, Solis, Barrera, Dias among others whom the Filipino fighter, Manny Pacquiao has sent into early retirement, knocking them all one by one.

On other hand, Manny Pacquiao fights for the whole nation, the Philippines, whom the likes of him has never seen since the great Pancho Villa of 1930's. A humble, generous and a ferocious warrior who entered the professional ring at 104lbs, from featherweight to lightweight 135lbs, he had demolished all his opponents in that class division, with his speed, crushing lefthook.

The odds are in De La Hoya's favour, standing at 5'11 vs. Pacquiao's 5'6 height. De la Hoya enjoys also a 6" reach advantage. He is much bigger physically, having fought in Middleweight divison at 150-160lb, weighed down to 145 lb to meet the Welterweight division
for this fight. Manny Pacquiao weighed in at 134lb, the highest weight he has gone so far.

Critics wanted to stop this fight as they label it as a mismatch because the two do not belong to the same division and they feared the safety of Pacquiao. De la hoya, because of his physical advantage will be the heavier hitter. Pacquiao will be the faster boxer and also has devastating knockout punching power.

I'm betting on Manny Pacquiao, biased of course, but I believe the Pretty Boy de la HOYA will finally meet his "killa from manilla!"

ENJOY THE FIGHT!

Other photos of DE LA HOYA, outside the ring:

Chiquita banana!

20 days to go... eehaaaa!!

Poli - (adj., n) many, ticks-(n, pl.) blood sucking parasites!

CANADA IN CRISIS The unimaginable is happening to usually quiet, low key Cannucks. The opposition leaders hold the Prime Minister hostage, no it's not a bloody coup, Canada is not a banana republic, we do it in snowflakes.

Cold legal constitutional manuevering to kick out Stephen Harper, elected Conservative Prime Minister of another minority government is facing a vote of no confidence this Monday, after being elected just 2 months ago.

The Prime Minister recalled the lovely Governor General currently working hard wining and dining diplomats in Europe to come back to parliament to make the biggest decision of her life, as constitutionally the most powerful seat in the nation as the Queen's representative and parliamentary caretaker, to postpone the motion until next year for the parliamentary first meeting and give Harper a life extension or to allow the fall of the government and install a custodian government headed by the defeated Liberal opposition leader Stephane Dion in coalition with Jack Layton's New Democrats..

but this can only happen,ironically... if the federally paid Quebec's Separatist Leader Gilles Duceppe, whose mission is to break the nation join the coaliton to topple Harper!

To those not familiar of Canadian politics in this Canadian Rocky Horror Picture Show,

THE PLAYERS:
I WON'T BULLY AGAIN, I PROMISE!

MICHAELLE MA BELLE GOUVERNEUR GENERALE

SEPARATIST LEADER GILLES DUCEPPE: PONTIUS PILATE

JACK MOUSTACHE LAYTON: New Democrat's Leader,Ex-Chrysler salesman and Aerobics instructor

Ooops! Sorry Ceiline - ya busy? Not this one!

This one,  the real DIJON! STEPHANE DION, THE DEFEATED OPPOSITION LEADER, WILL BE ACTING PRIME MINISTER AT THE OUST OF HARPER.

Whoever said Canadians are boring?

Nothing more disappointing for kidz as when they finally find out who Santa is... remember??

PLEASE PRESS PLAY AND DOUBLE CLICK ON SCREEN FOR FULL VIEW!

"Rudolph the red *** reindeer had a ..."

Nothing more disappointing for kidz as when they finally find out who Santa is... remember??

PLEASE PRESS PLAY AND DOUBLE CLICK ON SCREEN FOR FULL VIEW!

"Rudolph the red *** reindeer had a ..."

Christmas is a time for generosity and giving, and this is not only true on earth but likewise at Pearly Gates.

In keeping the Christmas spirit, St. Peter is more forgiving for those who didn't make it through the holidays on earth and makes it a bit easier for them to enter the Pearly Gates of Heaven.

Anyways, there were these 3 men candidates for the eternal happiness Christmas gift as long as they passed St. Peter's test:

St. Peter spoke to the 3 souls: "Alright, since it is the Christmas Season, here's the deal, if you could show me anything with you that represents a symbol of Christmas - you're in!

The first guy dug into his pockets and found a lighter, flicked it and lights it up : " This symbolizes a Christmas Candle! " "Very good!" said St. Peter and lets him in!

The second guy dug into his pockets and found a set of keys, then shakes them : "This symbolizes Christmas bells". "Very good!" said St. Peter and lets him in!

The third guy, very nervously dug into his pockets and reluctantly and very slowly pulled out a girl's underwear: " And what are those supposed to symbolize? " asked St. Peter

To which the 3RD man replied: " Err.. they are Carol's!"

"O come all ye faithful..."