The noble Egyptian Mau

I have always loved the ancient Egyptians. Thier history and culture have always been a source of extreme fascination to me. I also adore cats. I did not know domestic cats came from Egypt when I first fell in love with felines, I was not aware cats were worshiped by the Egyptians when I fell in love with this ancient culture. But it was a wonderful surprise when long ago I found the connection to them. Here is a really wonderful story I read and wanted to share.

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By far, the most fanatical demonstration of Egypt's devotion to her cats occurred in 500 B.C.2 during a period of warfare with Persia. At the city of Pelusium, the Persian and Egyptian armies engaged in fierce combat, but the Egyptians resisted the onslaught with a fixed determination to save their city. The resolve of the Egyptian war machine proved too much for the rapidly tiring Persian army. Sensing ruinous defeat if the battle continued, the Persians retreated while they still could. The Egyptians knew that this wouldn't be the end of it, so the army maintained a condition of battle readiness, waiting for the Persians to return.

What the Persians were up to was a brilliant scheme that displayed a profound understanding of their enemy's culture and beliefs. They discovered a kink in the Egyptian armor, a weakness they would fully exploit. Night after night, the Persians deployed their elite forces to the villages and towns of the surrounding countryside, silently capturing as many cats as they could lay their hands upon. Once satisfied with the number of animals they'd collected, the Persian army returned to the city of Pelusium. The Egyptians first noticed the distant clouds of dust, kicked up by the approaching Persian army, at dawn. The troops were readied for battle in an orderly manner, well rested and ready for combat.

Within an hour, the two armies positioned themselves in assembled ranks, glaring at each other across the battlefield. The Egyptian General signaled for the attack. In an instant, the Egyptian army charged upon the Persians who, oddly enough, held their ground. The Egyptians roared like thunder as they rapidly advanced on the Persian front line. Suddenly, there was movement within the Persian forces. Curious, but undaunted, the Egyptians continued their charge. Then, they saw a sight that nearly froze them in their tracks. Hundreds of panic stricken cats were released upon the battlefield. The Egyptian army watched in horror as the sacred animals ran about in deadly fear. Confusion spread through the Egyptian ranks as the Persian army seized the opportunity to take the aggressive. Advancing upon the stunned Egyptians in a evenly paced march, each of the Persian soldiers held forth a terrified cat. The Egyptians knew then and there that they were defeated.

Not a single Egyptian soldier dared to engage the enemy, fearing that to do so might endanger the lives of the cats. Without suffering a single casualty, the Persians secured their victory, devastating the Egyptians. It has been suggested that the Egyptians initially used the cat to control the rodent population which continually destroyed crops. This seems to be a reasonable speculation, but it's obvious that the cat meant much more to the Egyptians than that. Kingdoms don't loose wars merely for the sake of four-legged mousetraps.

History of cats
http://www.solarnavigator.net/cat_history.htm

Your own hate

I think it is time others stop sitting around judging others for their race, creed, religion, sex or birthplace. Often the ones doing the harshest judgement are jealous and full of hate. It is not anyone's place to judge another and try to dictate how you feel they should behave. If a person changed to fit your narrow view just as you wanted them to would you be happy? Or would you find another reason to hate them? Where does it end? Should we all just be zombies to your will? Would even that make you happy? Who even has the right to make such judgments? I mean it really who does? No one not one person on this planet has the right to judge another no matter where you are from or how much money you have or what color you are or even if you have filled your self with an arrogant ego. But i think I'm wasting my energy trying to make this point. Once a person is stuck in there own self deluding stupidity they wont see thier way out. If you're going to sit in judgment don't be surprised when you are judged.

Im so proud!!

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The real Cleopatra

This piece of crap is so racist as to be beyond belief.... Did you know the iconic Cleopatra was a white women in real life OH YES she was a Greek!! So why Angelina Jolie's being criticized for her skin color is beyond me. And the severe and apparent lack of knowledge is astounding and simply stupid. Come on people get over your self grown up shut up and give credit were it is due.. Guess what being white does not mean being bad and Fuck all the people who think its ok to be a racist piece of trash. GUESS WHAT I'M WHITE AND PROUD!!



Piece of crap racist article

The Real Cleopatra






The Egyptians were not black and up until the Greeks where not white. The Egyptians looked something more like the Chinese or Japanese and probably closer to the Mongolians or Native Americans , just look at the Nefertiti bust for this example. I'm sick of the race war over this time of history. Black and white can not win because the Egyptians until the Ptolemaic dynasty were neither black or white.
If it is true Egyptians were black then it is also true they were slave owners of the Jewish who are very pail in comparison. So this means I can scream racism? Steal other peoples history? Pretend im better than everyone else? Like im entitled to payment and more rights? The ability to put other races down and pretend im not a racist? Anyone who gets offended by my statement is a racist. Racism is not just against one skin color it can happen to anyone, just because a person is black does not make them exempt from being a racist.

Elfquest

Elfquest

Not a comic a lot of people have heard of, I know this for a fact because when I'm ask about things I like and bring this up I am looked at as if I have grown 4 heads suddenly. None the less this comic series is very close to my heart. When I was an unloved unwanted 15 year old kid in foster homes where I was tormented, belittled and abused, I found this wonderful series. By then it had been wrote into a book. On a trip to the library one day I wondered threw the place poking and picking at the books. I liked reading but I was just glad I was not still at the foster house lonely and board again when I stumbled upon this book. The drawing on the cover was really excellent and drew me right in I turned the book over and read the back and I was in love right then. I went back to the dismal house and went into my room where I lay in my bunk bed and started my escape. I didn't stop reading the book for days and even after I finished the book it stayed with me. I hated returning the book because it had been the only real escape I had ever gotten, I got to forget at least for a few days that the life I was in was hell. I found the book again after much searching around 19 and met the writer of the book Richard Pini thought at first I had forgotten the name of the book and did not know at the time I was speaking to my favorite author. I talked about the book a bit with him and he finally told me yes that sounds like our book and I agreed to purchase one. After it arrived I was delighted it was the same book! I was so happy I looked everywhere for more of the series and at another library I found The Blood of Ten Chiefs a series to the original I had fallen in love with. I read one of the books from the library so often the librarian finally just gave me the book. later when I was in my mid 20's my mother finished my Blood of Ten Chiefs collection as I had the first 2 already. These books were so very dear to me and got me threw many a hard time. I took them on an ill fated trip with me at one point and all of them were either stolen or destroyed. This hurt a great deal, I don't think I can convey how hurt I was not with a million words. Now I have found Elfquest again and am saddened beyond words that the books are almost all but out of print, there are only a few remaining one can buy. The worst part about all of it is I can not afford any of them so I will have to forever let go of one of my few escapes and happy memory's in my life, anyone else would think me silly but I really want to grieve over this.

Anyway I found someone with a blog saying just what I would want to as well and want to share her words.

Book of the Month: Elfquest

Posted in book of the month on Jul 07, 2010

Today is my birthday. And to me, this has everything to do with this month’s choice, especially since Elfquest is (sadly) basically out of print at this point (you can still find it around, sure, if you look). It’s really just a self-indulgent one. You can read all of it online here so you don’t have to spend any money to do so.

I know Elfquest is kind of a punchline for a lot of people, but as a 12-year-old, it was really the coolest thing ever. It had an epic story with a well-conceived mythology as well as a good mix of non-threatening sex and violence. You want to make fun of it now, sure, but that’s because you haven’t read it. It’s much better than you think it is. Trust me.

Wendy Pini was really one of the first women I was aware of who was making comics (this was back in the early ’90s, before the Internet, before things are now, and I didn’t get out much) and I don’t think she gets enough credit. I think I’ve said it before, but Wendy Pini was drawing anime-inspired comics before you even knew what anime was. Everyone who’s doing “American manga” now? I think you have Wendy to thank for paving the way, personally.

No, maybe Elfquest isn’t high art, but it’s smart, escapist fantasy and so much fun. I loved it as a kid and I still love it now. I remain impressed by the depth of storytelling.

So fine, this month’s choice isn’t exactly a book, but I still think you need to read it. If you do, consider that a great birthday present to me.

Comicsgirl

ElfQuest web site

Sex change operation

So sex changes............ No I don't want one I have just been thinking about them a lot lately. You know I don't know why I have been thinking about them a lot I just have. But it does get hard to look at the pictures. I don't even have a penis and it hurt my penis. I could have one if I wanted to change my sex. I scared this teenage kid once by telling him I had a sex change when I was in my early 20s, I can't even tell you why I did it except he was kinda creepy, after the look of horror on his face went away he ran away from me really quick. I'm thinking he had been wanking about me and felt sicked at what he may have wanked about, it was so hilarious!! Now I would have suspected he would have spread this news around and I was kinda disappointed when he didn't. I guess no one would believed him as I had given birth :(. I tried telling another kid but I couldn't stop laughing because my friend Christina wouldn't stop laughing.

Apparently if someone has had a female sex change operation how you can tell is that the vagina has a lot of scarring, the vagina does have differences but not enough for you to notice if you are not looking for them. And you really need to be looking. It is apparently a lot harder to make a penis for a male sex change operation and make it work. Often the penis is smaller in nature and often it will have some of the vaginal identifiers, also the head of the penis is smoother than that of a natural males. It also takes much longer to make the penis unlike the vagina that is almost done at once. The penis has to be built up over a matter of time until it reach a male type fullness. Wow the world of sex change is so interesting. the things we can now do is beyond belief. I'm not sure i can post the pictures i have been looking at. So you will just have to be satisfied reading my research.