why i think guillermo vargas habucuc is innocent.

ok so far my sources are:

1) costa rican newspaper la nacion, article published on october 4, source quoted as nicaraguan newspaper la prenza

http://babelfish.yahoo.com/translate_url?doit=done&tt=url&intl=1&fr=bf-home&trurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nacion.com%2Fln_ee%2F2007%2Foctubre%2F04%2Faldea1263590.html&lp=es_en&btnTrUrl=Translate

2) nicaraguan newspaper la prenza, article published on october 5, source quoted as costa rican newspaper la nacion (do you see something weird AND stupid here)

http://www.laprensa.com.ni/archivo/2007/octubre/05/noticias/revista/219438.shtml

3) http://guillermohabacucvargas.blogspot.com/, anonymous, supposed offical blog of the artist, it keeps getting quoted all over the place, but it can't even get basic facts right, like his age. there's other scattered blogs purporting to be the "real" blog of the artist but they don't seem credible at all.

4) the guardian and the observer both ran the pfficial statement of juanita bermudez, director of the codice gallery. both the guardian and the observer published the statement on march 30th 2008.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2008/mar/30/art.spain

5) there's a ton more, like PETA's and various other organisations' replies and statements regarding the issue, tethering laws and animal rights laws in USA, which isn't consistant with european animal rights laws. californian tethering laws etc.

http://www.lib.uchicago.edu/e/law/subject.html

nicaraguan animal rights laws are seemingly non-existant, and i honestly don't blame them.

6) vargas's 4 statements which i can't seem to find anymore. can anyone help me over here?

7) vargas' exhibit was in august 2007, first animal shelter in nicaragua, casa lupita, in granada was started sometime after, closest date so far is 29th october 2007.

http://www.nicaliving.com/node/8343

8) previously, the nearest animal shelter in the area was in costa rica or honduras, (yes in the next country. there were no shelters in nicaragua when vargas did his exhibit)

http://www.friendly-directory.co.uk/dir/216/73.php (this link makes it even bleaker. "No results found in Animal Rescue - Central America ")

9)for my point on stray dogs being vermin in nicaragua:

http://www.transitionsabroad.com/listings/living/livingabroadin/living_abroad_moving_to_nicaragua_with_pets.shtml

http://www.gazettetimes.com/articles/2007/11/16/news/community/3loc03_vetstudents.txt

http://www.bootsnall.com/articles/07-05/domesticated-wildlife-corn-islands-nicaragua-central-america.html

edit: not to forget my sources against vegans!
http://web.archive.org/web/20041107084521/http://eesc.orst.edu/agcomwebfile/news/food/vegan.html

http://www.wildlifedamagecontrol.com/animalrights/leastharm.htm
(doesn't seem to be there anymore though)

fuck. if i actually spent the same amount of effort researching and reading up for my school work i'll probably be on the dean's list by now.

a friend of mine is writing so much on her blog it makes me look positively blocked.
i am ashamed. boo to myself.

i was searching for the light
and you showed me the lantern in my hand

i'm getting really frustrated.

i don't care anymore what everyone thinks (other than you, you know who you are)
everyone seems to have their own idea of how my ending sucks, how things should end, how things shouldn't end, how i should resolve this, how i should resolve that, the resolution i chose sucks, i should do this instead.

sod off.

i know this is mean, but if you can't write for nuts, don't tell me my ending sucks in front of everyone else, especially since you seem incapable of reaching a satisfactory one for your own play. if you have nothing constructive to say other than this sucks or that sucks, shut up and let someone more intelligent speak.

i'm sorry but unless i ask you for your opinion personally, not like the way i'm obliged to offer my work up in class to be torn into pieces by people who don't know better, then i value what you have to say. i'm anal that way. maybe i'm elitist, but write something better than mine and maybe i'll hear what you have to offer.

if not shut up cos i don't write for you.

i write for huzir, for his approval which means something to me, and his opinions, which mean something to me, and the grade of course.
and i write for someone else only, because she inspires me and damn she writes fucking well. you know who you are haha!

that's all.

the rest of the pinko asshole fucksticks who think you know more than you actually do can go and die. btw, if your name starts with M, A, C or H then i'm not talking about you. chill.

i know i shouldn't be feeling this way still
but

i'm sorry.

today i woke up grumpy
then i played d2 with wy, where my ghost's teleport refused to work
my vt got bugged and could only freeze in one spot to get pounded on
my d2 crashed when i was playing the most definitely bug-free zon
then i had to
go to school for rehearsals for a graded acting project ninja-ed on me
by an overenthusiastic and myopic professor who suddenly decided that
presentation = acting
and slipped on the wet road and dragged my foot along it
so now my left toe looks like raw hamburger
and after we were done at 9pm (who stays in school until fucking 9pm)
i got my mom to fetch me cos i thought things couldn't get any worse
and i didn't want things to get any worse
and i told her to go straight at the junction and pick me up
but she arrived half an hour late and turned left
so i ran after her but she kept going and i phoned her
to go back the way she came from but no, she drove back halfway
and turned right
so i had to chase her again and when i got into the car
i asked her which part of "just go straight" did she not understand
and we argued and argued and argued
all the way
home
fuck my life.

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?

-Renton, 1996