The death of 4-term Venezuelan president, Hugo Chavez, is a tricky subject. On one hand, I’m an American and America’s relationship with this president has been “sketchy” at best. Because of the possibly inaccurate reports that came from the country during times of supposed human rights violations, voter intimidation, and, well, the suppression of media outlet, it remains difficult to gather a complete and accurate portrait of life in the Bolivarian Republic. Perhaps someone knows some Venezuelan refugees who could shed some light on this topic, as all I can do is admit to my ignorance. All I know is that until his dying days, Chavez remained the only world leader who looked and dressed as if he were that creepy non-English-speaking old guy who works at Target.
So, was he loved and praised? Hated and jeered? I suppose it depends on who you ask; but I don’t believe the Socialist Roman Catholic should be considered a symbol or an icon for liberals in America–because let’s be fair, Che Guevara wasn’t a saint either.
You may know him as Usāmah bin Muḥammad bin ʿAwaḍ bin Lādin, but he will always be Osama to us. He has been on the FBI’s list of Most Wanted Fugitives and Most Wanted Terrorists from 1998 for his role in the US Embassy bombings, but perhaps most famously, he was the acting head of the jihadist organization known as al-Qaeda during the strategic civilian and military attacks on the United States on September 11, 2001.
On May 2, 2011, a mere 13 years after becoming an “official” Super-Villain, he was killed by US Navy SEALs in a firefight in Pakistan, and we can only wonder what might have been if 
Let’s move on. I’m sure many people are morbidly curious about what it must be like to be an International Terrorist Leader. What was a normal day like for Osama bin Laden?
What do you think about all of the Conspiracy Theories surrounding 9/11 and, more recently, your own death?
Have you been keeping up to date with the latest political news here? Donald Trump? The Tea Party?
Let’s start off with a bit of honesty: the finale wasn’t what anyone was expecting. Loyal viewers were left confused about what they had just experienced, spiteful towards the show’s creators who promised fuckloads of answers and produced practically none; but what we all received was a conclusion…an ending to a six-year journey…and whether you approve or not, whatever happened 
Seldom has any long-running television show provided a wholly satisfying conclusion that everyone accepts entirely without question or concern. Unlike a film, where the viewer only invests 90-120 minutes of their oh-so-precious time, a television show of considerable length and depth leaves the audience expecting unrealistic and improbable levels of satiation that will ultimately leave them feeling (at best) short-changed.
As expressed by Co-Creator Damon Lindelof, at its core, LOST is a “character study.” The at-times overwhelmingly paradoxical themes of psychology, theoretical physics, religion, and philosophy served to create these “unanswerable questions” that both the viewers, cast, and characters they portrayed simply have to accept as truth. And after several moments of being utterly perplexed, I came to a rational conclusion that seemed to work, and I was filled to the brim with acceptance.
The plane crash and the life (and death) on the island and off the island was the living world for the characters we all grew to love over the past 6 seasons.
The conclusion showed us that the alternate time-line was actually an afterlife for all of these characters which they had intentionally created (in their respective subconscious) postmortem as a way of being together again, remembering their existence, and “moving on” to whatever else awaited them in (let’s say) heaven.
By 
Strangers die every day, and if you really think about it, every single one of those individuals was largely insignificant in the big picture–like an insect.
Cheers. RIP, stranger.
By now everyone has heard about the devastating quake that hit Haiti that has taken 50,000 lives. The thing about disasters is that it brings us together to help those in need. Be it donations, donating blood, etc. It also brings uneducated, ignorant, self righteous assholes out of the sewers and into the media. The uneducated, ignorant, self righteous asshole I’m going to be talking about is Pat Robertson.
