As some of you already know, I was in the hospital a few months ago. The Doc's told me about having an special illness, which is not healable. Finally, I knew what was wrong with me. But now those symptomps are getting worse. I feel how this illness is exploiting me, more and more. And now, here with my terrible german-english I want to explain some things.

We Artists are drawing with eyes of love,
and only Eyes of Love should judge about our works.

My illness is weaken my muscels, i'm tired, i'm getting a physical wreck. My eyes and hands are losing their strength as well.
So i'm not just drawing with eyes of Love, i'm drawing with shaking hands. And this is just the beginning.

I'm not writing this for getting pity or whining, I want to give a promise to everyone who cares and to myself; whatever this illness will made out of my Body; I WILL DRAW!!

When the illness is going to hamper my Hands, I will draw with my feets! When the illness takes my feets, I will draw with my mouth - and if there's no strength within my body anymore, my heart will create Masterpieces anyway -

Whatever, I thought my pictures was windows showing what's inside me. Now, my pictures are Witnesses of the power struggle between me and myself.

about JOAN OF ARC
I'm a a prospective Joan-Historian, I know what I'm talking about.

Was there a lover in Joan of Arcs life?

No!
In a lot of novels and stories, the narrators and authors try to raise
the romantic over the readable record; by means of a lot of men, Jeanne should love them. Even if it's Jean de Metz, d'Aulon, Dunois, the Englishman Lionel or even the duke of Alencon; due to that human love, Jeanne allegedly broke her vow to God. Anyone MUST be to blame for Jeanne's captivity. Just in that one point, is something wrong. Jeanne gave that vow as she was 13, she was more promise to keep her virginity, and less than that never to fall in love. De Metz, d'Aulon and Betrand de Poulengy can be excluded, due their own evidence at the rehabilitation, they all say,
that they don't feel any carnal, not even if they saw Jeanne naked. And due to her kindness and benevolence, they never want to request something like that. Alencon had a wife (in some books, he even has several wives) and the rumour of the Englishman "Lionel" was spread due the play of Schiller "Virgin of
Orleans." In Schiller's Play, Jeanne let him live, and fell in love with him, so she was break her vow to God.
But it's only a illusion of Schiller, it is true, the English soldier
died in Jeanne's arms, and she cried over him, but not due to love, but more due to the reason she was crying after every battle, because she took the blame, that the died soldiers have to step forward to God, with all their sins! There was just one soldier, with the name Lionel who was contact with Jeanne directly, namely the English soldier, who got Jeanne captured. Also here we can mention the quotation of Jeanne d'Arc, before her execution, where she regrets, that her "clean body, which never was violated," would have to be exterminated in that gruesome way. And would Jeanne have promised God, never to fall in love, she wouldn't break her vow so quick! Besides, at the rehabilitation, Jean de Metz said: "and she was the most chaste of all!" And we know, Jeanne warded off all chat-ups with rage and box on the ears

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Was Joan of Arc getting raped ?

No.
Manchon and other
witnesses describe attempted rape, which, in itself, is a traumatic
enough experience. However, there is no justification for the
attempts made by a few modern authors to convert this
into the type of gang-rape that has become a staple of
a many books on the subject. The witnesses
describe attempted, not actual, rape; moreover, Joan of
Arc was quoted as saying, immediately before her
death, that her body was still “uncorrupted”.

There is no concrete evidence that Joan was really raped. On the contrary, many chronicles speak against it.

1. There are witness accounts of attempted rape, but also the prevention of it. For example, her guards had attempted to rape her a number of times, and on one occasion

she cried out [for help], and the Earl (Warwick) himself came to her aid at the sound of her cry.

2. At that time Jeanne carried, for chastity reasons, a so-called Doublette/Doublee, an upper top similar to a jerkin that was double-layered or had a woollen layer underneath. With "Nestel threads" a usual Doublette was laced by approx. 20 holes, but Jeanne laced hers by 40 holes, at least double. The attempt to open this - while the bearer defended himself - might prove extremely difficult. Jeanne renounced her own comfort to be protected against such attacks in every regard, and this she did during her process as well. When her guards seduced her, presumably to steal her clothes, she became, according to her own indictment, "relapsed" because she chose the only protection she had: her male-clothes.
How would a guard have had time to open such a doublet, one that was laced double than usual, while fighting simultaneously?

3. On the same day as Jeanne was led away to the stake, she exclaimed "Should my pure body, which is still uncorrupted, so terribly be destroyed?!" Does this desperate statement not speak for itself?

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Good Question...
Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin', 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.