Little Red Riding Hood

            So we all know the story of Little Red Riding Hood. She travels through the woods with a basket of cookies to bring them to her grandmother’s house on the opposite side of the woods, only to find that her grandmother was eaten and replaced by a wolf. Pretty sad, huh? But that’s just it. We only know about the outline of the story, we don’t know any of the background information, the who, what, when, where and why if you will. Well I’m here to tell you what happened-why the wolf was in bed all alone instead of grandma. If you simply do not care what the rest of this story is about, do not proceed. If you wish to find out, then keep reading, and have your wildest fantasies become real.

            It all started out three days before the wolf ate Little Red Riding Hoods grandmother. You see, the grandmother was buying groceries at the at the forests local grocery store when she sees the wolf there. The wolf gives a mean look and the grandmother thinks nothing of it except, “Punk teenagers,” and just walked on until she saw the cream of wheat cereal and started in a mad sprint for it. But the wolf saw the cream of wheat too, and sprinted for it as fast as the wind! The two get there at the same exact time and start a huge fight over it! They rustle and tussle, fight and kick, and rumble around for the o’ so precious cream of wheat cereal. Finally, there is a huge crowd around them, and the manager comes and breaks them up. The whole thing was a huge mess, they get banned from the store, they have to do fifty days community service, and nobody gets to keep the cream of wheat.

         You see, neither the grandma nor the wolf got over that very easy. So they both hatched diabolical plans to get back at each other. Grandma’s plan was very simple. She would just sneak up on the wolf in his sleep, then attack. “Simple and clever,” she thought to herself over a cup of tea. “I will get rid of that pesky wolf that denied me of my cream of wheat, muhahaha!”

         The wolf’s plan was a little more diabolical than the grandma’s plan. You see, the wolf was a lot smarter than what grandma thought. The wolf was an evil, sinister, terrible wolf that would eat up anything that would get in his way. “And,” thought the wolf, “That’s just what I’ll do…”

         So, on the eve of the incident of little red riding hood, grandma snuck out of her house, then proceeded on to the wolf’s home. She creeped open the door, and slowly tiptoed across the room, without making a sound. She moved with such stealth that it could be compared to a preying mantis, moving about ever so slowly, stalking its prey. She walked into the wolf’s room, took out her blade and stood there with it, taking in every last moment of it, imprinting it into her aging brain, taking in the happiness, and the sorrow, the love, and the hate of it all. All of the sudden, the blade rises, as if she is in control no longer. And right at the moment she is about to bring down her blade to end the wolf’s life, the wolf opens his eyes and gobbles her up right then and there, laughing hysterically at the sound of her screams, until the wolf hears no more. You see, the wolf had anticipated this happening all along. He saw that crazy look in her eyes during the fight at the grocery store over the cream of wheat. He knew that she was going to pull a stupid stunt like this, and that was his plan all along, to sleep with one eye open, then to strike at the very last second.

         Then, the wolf started coughing, and coughing until he spat something up. It was a note, a reminder that her granddaughter was coming over with a new batch of cookies tomorrow. “Good,” thought the wolf, “I can have the old lady and her granddaughter too. Oh and cookies as well!” The wolf was overjoyed! He immediately set out for the costume store, to buy none other than an old grandma costume.

         The next morning, when Little Red Riding Hood stepped into Grandma’s house with a basket of cookies, the wolf was disguised as her grandmother, lying in bed, awaiting her sweet granddaughter and the basket of cookies. But what the wolf didn’t know was that Little Red Riding Hood could fight. And not only could she fight, she could kick A. Little Red Riding Hood immediately knew that this was no grandma laying in bed, and attacked the wolf! The wolf was caught in a state of shock, so it wasn’t much of a fight. Little Red Riding Hood beat the wolf up and took him the forest jail, where the wolf was charged of murder, and was sentenced to be locked up for life.

         And there you have it, the truth behind the story of Little Red Riding Hood, why the Wolf was in bed instead of grandma.

                                             The End 

Nuclear Ghost City

            Wow, how could you even imagine walking through the desolate streets of Pripyat? Seeing nothing but nuclear waste and deserted hallways? Let me tell you, I would definitely pay a ton of money to go on that tour. Think about it, walking up and down the streets with nobody there, in this absolutely huge ghost town? I think it would be pretty freakin’ sick.

            On April 26, 1986, Chernobyl’s number four reactor exploded, destroying the entire city of Pripyat, which at the time was considered to be one of the nicest places to live in the Soviet Union. It looked like everything was new, and everything was modern. It was very popular, and when disaster struck, it was all gone. 50,000 people ended up evacuating Pripyat, leaving everything behind. Can you imagine how sad that would be?

            Right now, Japan is scared the same thing is going to happen in the city of Fukushima. The cost would be astronomical to fix, let alone the cost to fix all of those broken souls that had to move away from their beloved homes. Think about the people that lived in the city of Pripyat, everybody that had to leave everything behind. That would be sad.

A-Bomb Imposter

The book, The Last Train from Hiroshima, published by Henry Holt, claims to reveal a secret accident with the atomic bomb that killed one American and irradiated others and severely reduced the bombs destructive power. It also claims that a Mr. Joseph Fuoco was also a last minute substitute for James R. Corliss for the historic bombing run. There’s one problem, both of these statements are claimed to be false by people who were thought to be actually on the bombing run. Or were they? The truth is, nobody really knows who was actually flying over Hiroshima on August 6, 1945.

            It seems like everybody was defending Corliss, saying that they could shake hands with him on the plane, or they could see him right in the cockpit. His family showed old memorabilia of Mr. Corliss’, such as medals, and old photographs. Mr. Fuoco’s family could not produce any evidence that he was on the plane that was going to bomb Hiroshima.

            Also, there were claims that the accident that killed one American and reduced the A-bombs destructive power never happened. The Los Alamos laboratory that produced the bomb claims that the bomb suffered no accident and no technical failures. Again, Mr. Fuoco has no evidence.

            So, was Mr. Fuoco on the historic bombing run? No, I don’t think so.

Yitta Schwartz

Yitta Schwartz has the biggest family ever. She has 15 children, more than 200 grandchildren, and a ton of great grandchildren. All in all, she has around 2,000 living descendants. That’s a lot.

She is a very Jewish lady. She was a part of the holocaust, and was stuck in many different German concentration camps. She ended up living through the holocaust, and giving the world many many children. At family reunions, she never seemed to forget anybody’s name. Which amazes me, who can’t even remember ten people’s names?

Yitta considered bearing children as her tribute to god. And boy did she tribute. Having 15 children. Wow, that’s something else. All of her descendants lived close by too, in parts of New York. And all of her descendants are tributes to society. They are rabbis, teachers, merchants, plumbers and truck drivers.

Yitta was born in 1916 into a family of seven children in the Hungarian village of Kalev, revered as the hometown of a founder of Hungarian Hasid ism. During World War Two, the Nazis sent her and her family to the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp.

In 1953, her family moved to the United States, in the New York Area. She lived a very happy life with many, many children.

Uzbek Photos

        The photo that Umida Akhmedova took was absolutely fine, and there was nothing wrong with it. She was simply trying to be an artist, and express herself. There is nothing wrong with that. She was simply trying to show the world her opinion. The government should never get involved with things like that. The government was totally wrong to have prosecuted her. The photographer was simply trying to express her opinion. Sure, maybe it doesn’t help the image of the country, but you can’t just arrest her! Also, the artist wasn’t even trying to disgrace the image of her country. In the complaint statement, it said, “With one glance at these pictures one can see that repair work is being done in these words, and that the children entered them purely through the childish curiosity that is inherent to them. But to foreigners, these photographs may give the impression that these children live in these homes.” Yes, these images may send that image, but that’s not the point. The point is that the artist should be able to express his/her opinion without being sent to jail! This whole case was just terrible, and the Uzbekistan government should just stay out of it.