Hi Ya KIM Babes:

How's your day been thus far? I should of not gotten up this morning. It was such a hectic morning, so much in fact that I had no time for lunch. Must head on down to Munchen (overnight) so I'll be off to Heathrow in a bit, mein Flug ist in einigen Stunden.

Luv YA HM

"The most humane and compassionate people around.."
#hence you are elsewhere.

You really are starved of attention, aren't you, sugar. Try joining an evening class or something- Like a basic spelling class for instance.
You may well find that Human Beings aren't as frightening as you think.........
Kim Arx

Good afternoon, M'am,

Enjoy Munchen, viel spass!!
Had a bit of a heavy night in Geneva last night- (no really) - got a bit of a sore head today!

please remind me, what was that fab concoction, you gave me, last time you were here- I felt like a new woman after that........

Luv Kim

Kim, I know how you feel. A little uptight are we? LOL. Read the message again and pay attention this time. I was just thanking our dear neighbors for being so neighborly. Where did you get all the other stuff? LOL.

Take classes? I give classes baby - just ask sore-knees lmenexe about HIP HOP. LMAO.

L'menexe,
Where are you my little frolicking friend? LOL. Are you frightened? It's OK the bullying will stop soon enough - come on out and play for now! LOL.

Kissie tell your friend to come Out & Play ? LOL.

aw, kim,

that bozo knows nothin' about canada,
other than watching dudley do-right on his daddy's satellite dish.

in general,
that bozo knows nothin' about nothin'

russia's Victory

Little Life Left Amid Grozny's Hollow Ruins

By Sharon LaFraniere
Washington Post Foreign Service
Wednesday, March 1, 2000 ; A01

GROZNY, Russia, Feb. 29 –– From her bed near the tiny stove in a dimly lit cellar that has been her home for five months,
Galina Reutova called out in a shaking voice for her son.

The 73-year-old woman's red wooden cane hung just above her head. Underneath her were her brown slippers and two
plastic bags with the only belongings she could gather at the start of the Russian airstrikes on Grozny in September.

"They took away my son," sobbed the Ukrainian-born former doctor. "They said the Ukrainians were helping the Chechens. …
I am desperate. I don't know what to do. Soon these people will leave and I will be all alone here."

Reutova is too infirm to walk up the dark basement stairs and see how alone she really is. For miles around, the buildings of
Chechnya's capital city are in various stages of collapse. Craters big enough to swallow a small car pockmark the streets. The
ground is carpeted with bricks, chunks of concrete, shards of glass, shredded telephone wire and assorted missile parts. Metal
signs, riddled with bullet holes, identify some of the burned-out hulks: cafe, dentist's office, movie theater, college.

These are the vestiges of Russia's six-month war against Chechen separatists, and today, when the last major rebel stronghold
of Shatoi was taken, Russia all but declared the main objectives of the bitter conflict achieved.

Here in Grozny, during an hour-long drive around the center of town, fewer than half a dozen people were seen. They were
pulling metal carts with gallons of water or bags of their belongings. Authorities estimate that only a few thousand of the more
than 500,000 people who lived here in early fall are left. The only vehicles are the Russian Interior Ministry's green trucks and
jeeps; the only orderly spots are the military checkpoints. From dawn to dusk, the city is wrapped in tomb-like silence.

The wreckage reaches as far as one can see from the roof of an eight-story building. A plume of fire from a burning oil refinery
rises from the softly contoured mountains to the north; columns of smoke billow from more oil rigs on the southern outskirts.
Few expect that a city so devastated can be rebuilt. Russian officials say it is too hazardous now for civilians and turn back
almost all who try to enter.

In the three weeks since the Russian army wrested control of the city from Chechen militants, residents have slowly ventured
from their cellars to face their losses and try to restore some semblance of normal life. Only on Feb. 12 did Zara Labazanova
feel safe enough to ask the newly established city warden's office to remove two-month-old corpses, one partially eaten by a
dog, from the basement near the railway station where she and 17 other people were holed up like moles all winter.

"We had dead dogs, dead cats, a complete arsenal of dead bodies," said the 50-year-old Chechen, her dark hair tucked under
a flowered scarf.

Even now, the night is broken with the sounds of sporadic gunfire, and no one dares to venture out after dusk. The Russian
army has moved on to fight the Chechens in the south, but the Interior Ministry troops who remain are still losing men: two dead
soldiers on Monday, according to several officers stationed in the city center.

Daylight brings a search for food, water and firewood for the civilians who remain. But even more urgent is the hunt for loved
ones.

Liza Istamulova, 37, was in high spirits today as she made her way down a muddy, deserted street. "We found Mama! We
found everybody!" she exulted, her eyes alight. "We got some bread now, and we are going to our neighbor's."

She is exceptionally lucky. The day before, four children, none more than 8 years old, stood alone in the middle of a wide,
empty street leading to Minutka Square, the scene of the most intense fighting. They gazed curiously at the foreigners in the
back of a Russian military truck who wanted to know about their parents. "They died," one child shouted as the truck pulled
away.

In Reutova's cellar near a caved-in circus, there is not much hope of restoring lives. For four women who remain there with an
elderly couple, the worst of the war came when the fighting waned. They told their stories slowly, over the course of two days
this week, fearful that if they are identified, they could suffer even more.

The six of them lived in what once was a coveted location, a tiny cluster of brick apartment buildings with spacious rooms and
balconies that looked out on a grassy yard. The missiles drove them and their relatives to the basement of the smallest building,
a four-story red-brick structure, about half of which now is little more than steel crossbeams stretched above a massive pile of
rubble under an open sky.

They brought blankets, teapots, beds, family photos, a small wood-burning stove, even a television. The men rigged electric
wires to provide light. They cut wood on a sawhorse outside and melted snow for water. As many as 15 people squeezed into
the cellar. They called on survival tactics learned in the first Chechen war of 1994 to 1996. A nearby squad of Interior Ministry
officers, who use dogs to rid the city of mines, shared their water and food.

They endured the bombs with barely a scratch to their cellar. But then the Russian military began to hunt in earnest for Chechen
militants posing as peaceful civilians. On Feb. 4, the women said, officers from a Russian military brigade burst through the
door, demanding to see everyone's documents. They marched four men behind the collapsed circus around the corner.

They took Reutova's 47-year-old son Alexander, a technological engineer, because of his Ukrainian surname. They took Asya
Shamilova's husband, also an engineer, her son and her brother because they were Chechen.

Shamilova, 40, said she ran after the soldiers and begged them to release the men. They let her son go, she said, but then one
shoved her away with his automatic rifle. She ran back to the cellar, screaming to the other women to come. By the time they
ran back to the circus, she said, only the soldiers were there.

"I think now they executed them," she said. Every day, she goes to the authorities to ask for information. "I see so many people
like myself there, looking for people," she said. "A big evil is happening."

Eight days after the men disappeared, another Russian officer came to the cellar, accompanied by a soldier. Standing in the
dark staircase so the others could not hear, Vera, a 50-year-old Russian, and Zukhra, a 45-year-old Chechen, said the officer
threatened to toss a grenade into the basement if they did not submit to him.

In Vera's old apartment, the women said, he raped them both while a soldier first stood guard and then participated. Zukhra,
whose dark blond hair hangs in a loose braid down her back, burst into tears as she pointed at the bed covered with a green
blanket.

"I would like to die and my corpse to be burned," she said, her voice rising. "I would like to be left alone in a desert, because
this is such a terrible disgrace."

The women said the officer demanded they produce 20-year-old girls for him by 10 a.m. the next day if they wanted to live. At
daybreak, they said, they ran into the street and pleaded with an officer from the Interior Ministry's canine unit to save them. He
managed to identify the officer, who they said was forced to beg their forgiveness on his knees. They hope he will be punished.

The cellar is gradually emptying out now. The only man left, a 61-year-old former professor who has trouble hearing and
seeing, is slowly sweeping out an almost intact upstairs apartment that he and his wife plan to move into.

Asya Shamilova wants to go to her daughter in Spain, but not, she said, until she finds her husband's corpse. Zukhra is waiting
for Grozny's borders to open to move to a nearby village where she sent her three children. Vera, who saws wood every
morning in her navy-blue bathrobe and thick glasses, also wants to leave.

That would leave Galina Reutova, who can barely make it 12 feet to the bathroom by herself. She recites as if from a form, her
voice ringing off the cellar walls.

"Repeat the name," she ordered a visitor, grasping her white blanket tightly. "Alexander Mikhailovich Kovinchuk. Born 1952.
Engineer. Mother, invalid. Veteran. Oh, oh, oh. Bring me back my son."

"dudley do-right" ... HAHAHAHHAHAH LMAO AT YOU. Were the heck do you come out with these sayings. LOL. Halarious stuff.
"knows nothin' about nothin'"...LOL. There you again - another one Lmenexe. LMAO

Do you want me to teach you about Canada like I did about HIP HOP! 😉

Here is a Molson to You OH-Canada!
* You're learning All Camelboy.
By All American Camelboy ( - 194.170.1.13) on Wednesday, March 1, 2000 - 09:18 am:
So how many grandfathers did Hitler Barbecue?
* Quite a lot.
Kissako/Kissie - quite active today I see.
* No, I'm not affiliated to camels.
[insert camelboy's LOLs and LHAOs where appropriate]

knock yourself out, FAKE.

the joke's on you
no matter what.

have fun disgracing islam,
FAKE AMERICAN
======
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What's wrong Lmenexe - the hamster is taking a break so you start reposting your msgs. LOL.

Hey "the Hamster is taking a break" - you can store that and use it as one of your very eloquent "sayings" LOL.

Lmenexe - what are you trying to say. It's OK relax….relax and take her easy. Collect your thoughts then write. And wipe away the white stuff on the side of your mouth. lol.

"Kim, I know how you feel.
#I doubt if you know what it is to feel anything

"A little uptight are we? LOL
#Even with a bitch of a hangover, I could never be as uptight as you. Attention seeking is one of the first signs of psychosis!!

"Read the message again and pay attention this time. I was just thanking our dear neighbors for being so neighborly."
# And they must be effing thankful that you ain't there, as I said. Apparently you're nowhere near, not that I give a f@ck

"Where did you get all the other stuff? LOL."
#Life experience- this does involve having a life, of course

"Take classes? I give classes baby - just ask sore-knees lmenexe about HIP HOP. LMAO."
# you're not teaching anything, just showing yourself for the screwed-up sad f@ck that you are.
We've seen it all before.....Yawn
Kim Arx

kissako/kissie what's up. I know you feel like you must stick up for your friends and all - but hey you are a Jew so it's OK. Don't even give it a second thought. LOL.

Maybe you should ask your mother to ask her mother what she would do if it weren't for the friendly neighborhood camel. Not likely that your neighbors circumcised 4" Jewish dicks could be a sufficient substitute. LMAO.

it's like i said yesterday, FAKE.

what an accomplishment, to have websurfers the world over be disgusted by you.

so carry on w/your homophobic/homo-erotic imagery, if you feel you must, and it should all be gone from here later today.

it's almost like playing 'fetch' with a dog.
or plonking one note on the piano
for the amusement of very, very small minds.
plonk-plonk-plonk
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz