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Wednesday, March 30, 2005

WHen will the Friggin' US right wing learn?

SOme interesting conversation way down in, where few people defend Kofi Annan, whilst most, stupidly, lap up the FOx News and Washington Times spiel of the UN being an ineffectual organisation.

Christ have mercy!


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Not to Blow Anyone's Trumpet...

Now, here's an interesting site I came across today. Many people I know, these days, decided not to watch the news either because they are too busy, or simply because they think there is far too much bad news, so why bother watching?

The Trumpet...begs to differ in the sense that coming more from a religious background, it argues that one should be vigiliant about the world and its evils. Ok, so, it's a bit heavily imbued in the eschatological, or catastrophic tradition, but it's still an interesting read!

Read the article

He's Off the Hook!

'After so many distressing and untrue allegations have been made against me, this exoneration by the independent inquiry obviously comes as a great relief,'

Good to hear he's finally off the hook! Doubtless, the right-wing geeks in the US are mightily disappointed that a UN official--their nemesis--(to say nothing of the fact that he is a BLACK man at that too) has been what some would say exonerated by the oil-for-food programme.

I will not seek to reproduce what BBC news et al. were saying about it, but here are some interesting links:



  • Ok, so there are only two;-) but here's an interesting insight:

    There I was sitting at around 1.20am in the morning watching BBC World, and news reader interviewing Kofi Annan's Communications Director Edward Mortimer.

    As much of a "uno-phile" I may be, I was not so impressed by his performance, except when he pressed to the interviewer that one cannot expect Kofi Annan to be asking his grown-up son how much he is earning for his job, and how much he is getting by way of profit. Just not done is it?

    I thought that was a salient point. After all, how many parents REALLY know what their kids are up to? And especially if your kid is no longer living with you, how can you be monitoring his/her every move?

    Some serious food for thought I think...

    Thursday, March 24, 2005

    Me, Me, Me!!!!!

    Music playing on CITI-FM97.3: independent women?? from Charlie's Angel's soundtrack...(Destiny's CHild) "Question:..."

    Interesting food for thought:

    "it’s an article of faith that people no longer want to read books; they just want to write them. The old adage that everyone has a novel in them is being tested as never before, only this novel has turned out to be autobiographical. From television to the Internet, the confessional is rapidly becoming the de facto mode of expression. Everyone, it seems, wants to be heard. Responding to the spirit of the times, BlackBook invited a cross- section of the blazing talents and intellects in the culture to tear a page or two from their diaries or journals and give them to us: the result is a glimpse into the daily lives, concerns, and obsessions of some of the people who shape our world"


    Am I psychic or what. Don't I re-call discussing this very . AT least attempting to dissect the --there's that word again!--solipsism around blogging.

    I don't why I am over-using that word, but seems the most appropriate...

    Tuesday, March 22, 2005

    Ghana Set to Legalise Prostitution?

    Not quite sure what to make of this...

    Ghana has joined the list of countries that have experimented with legalising the so-called oldest profession. Other countries include:
  • Sweden & Holland

  • Sweden tried criminalising the buyers, whereas in the Netherlands, "prostitutes were given full labour rights, bringing this aspect of the sex industry in line with any other form of employment."

  • Australia

  • United Kingdom

  • An article by the BBC in 2001 claimed that because prostitution was raising 700million pounds a year, "the findings could be of interest to the Treasury, as it struggles to clamp down on the black economy and raise extra taxes"

  • Thailand

  • Taiwan

  • Greece

  • "The greek government recently unveiled a plan to make prostitutes retire at 55 with the state providing social and medical benefits" (from:

  • Germany

  • South Africa

  • The biggest arguments against legalisation are that:

    1. it makes CHILD prostitution worse

    2. it diverts needed resources by husband/bf from home to prostitutes (thus causing social/domestic stress)

    3. STDs increase (in the UK in the 18-19th C, it got worse as there was bribery and corruption around this!)

    My gut instinct when I first heard this was "good", but in checking a very interesting four-pager entitled "an analysis of the harms caused by legalising prostitution, and the international response to this analysis", which you can find here, I decided it was time for a re-think.

    The basis of my knee-jerk response had to do with the link to combatting HIV/Aids. The idea that there would be regular check-ups of sex workers sounds very palatable, but there is, indeed, a danger that once that is done, it will legitimise the pimps, and endanger sex workers.

    Granted, guys also work as sex workers, but let's face it: more women do it(no pun intended). Therefore, a protection, and reduction, or mitigation, of abuse , plus the need to help mitigate infections by HIV/AIDS should be paramount.

    Registration of prostitutes sounds like one of the good reasons to legalise; however, according to an article in ASIANSEXGAZETTE of 2003 "One of the major concerns in the legalisation debate is a proposal to register sex workers, a move the women fear will stigmatise them permanently"

    Good to know, however, that : " the Protection and Suppression of Prostitution Bill, was passed in 1996. It substantially increased penalties for selling children into the trade while reducing punishment for sex workers"

    I guess bottom line is that just because something is as old as water (ie prostitution being the world's oldest profession") does not mean that it is right; otherwise we would all end up tolerating murder, which most of us--bar those of the criminal underworld--find REPREHENSIBLE. The point made below about the state abdicating its responsibility by legalising prostitution is serious mental pabulum that must not go without scrutiny by those who can afford to do something about it.

    Some food for thought:
    "Prostitution, whether forced, coerced or enticed, is a violation of a person’s innocence and dignity. At best, it is a cheapening of oneself sexually, in order to obtain money or favour. At worst, it is the dehumanising of another through degrading and horrific acts, which can result in injury, disfigurement and/or death"
    from : --How Much is A Woman Worth?

    ...and another:
  • "Prostitution is violence against women. It is an insult to the self-respect of women, violation of their basic human rights. It is criminal to call violence and sexual abuse against women as work. It is criminal to call the sale of one’s body for the sexual gratification of others as work.

  • It is criminal and callous on the part of governments to abdicate responsibility of providing decent employment to women and children and pushing them into the sex trade in the name of legalisation of prostitution."

  • from:

    very sobering thoughts

    "The reality is that prostitution cannot be made respectable. Legalisation does not make it so. Prostitution is an industry that arises from the historical subordination of women andthe historical right of men to buy and exchange women simply as objects for sexual use. It thrives on poverty, drug abuse, the trafficking in vulnerable women and children.Prostitution teaches men how to mistreat women and damages the lives of both thewomen who are used, the women whose partners, sons, brothers and workmates are the abusers, and the status of all women in the state. Legalisation causes the business ofA generation of men in Victoria have now learned that it is acceptable to treat women as objects for their sexual use.
    Page 13
    13sexual exploitation to flourish. As more and more women and children are drawn into the industry, and more and more men become abusers, the profits from the abuse become an indispensable part of the state’s revenue. "


    Belgium Never Ceases to Amaze me: The Story of Drugs and Cows

    Here's an article I came across from, which goes to confirm my impression that the criminally-minded are seriously in vogue in that Western European country.

    Cows used as drugs couriers

    21 March 2005

    BRUSSELS – A large investigation is under way into how traffickers managed to smuggle drugs out of Belgium inside live cows.

    On Monday, the Belgian website of broadcaster RTL reported that traffickers had been hiding drugs in the uteruses of cattle.

    The cows were taken to Spain and France where the drugs were extracted before the animals went to slaughter.

    The public prosecutor’s office confirmed that police were carrying out further inquiries into the matter in the regions of Wetteren and Termonde.

    However, the judicial authorities declined to make any further comment.

    [Copyright Expatica 2005]

    Ok, so crime is endemic in any country, so I guess I'll stop my finger-pointing, but when you have people like Dutroux, the notorious paedophile, getting away with what he did from the mid-80s to 1996 when Julie and Melissa were found in a dungeon of his several kilometres away from the outskirts of Brussels, then it makes you wonder...

    Some light relief: here's a picture of a Proximus ad on that I captured, and editted very slightly:

    captured from a Macromedia Flash Proximus ad Posted by Hello

    Thursday, March 17, 2005

    Tell Me This is Human Nature

    "In our personal lives when we find signs that we are speaking in our own accent, speaking our own minds, living by our own opinions, we feel the pulse beat of our own personality coming to life again. We feel that in having discovered or arrived at ourselves, we have discovered a continent which is all our own".

    Irwin Edman

    I have been reflecting lately a lot about blogs and the solipsistic aura around them. There's my favourite word again. Used one before in reference to something, which I traced back to a Guardian writer's description of Tarantino.

    Which takes me very quickly to Denzel Washington whose site on IMDB I visited last week. There was something that struck me--the word "cerebral" about his work, his technique, etc, and it kind of devolved to my journal writing also. I think I have actually used it in a blog entry the past couple of days.


    I love that...

    But back to the blogging, I thought I would use Michael Jackson's song title not because the guy is slipping off the news over here, so I would like to see him back, but because that was appropriately the song playing on CITI-FM97.3 "Brunch in the City"...;-)

    Just a small coincidence, but I thought apt, cos the more I think about blogging, the more I think it's a way of enabling people to become voyeurs into our private lives. Are our lives therefore no longer private once we divulge almost all onto the big world wide web?

    Just a rhetorical question...

    Nonetheless, at what point does blogging become just a reflection of what's going on in your world and more about *hyping up* the mundane in your life...

    Then I think about blogging some more, and I scratch my head in wonderment, and think, if people enjoying reading other people's blogs, why is it that people care so little about other people and their lives?

    My experience in the West --Belgium to be precise -- for circa 24 years told me a bit about human nature over there: the people out there in mostly suburban Belgium so enjoy their comfortable lives and, despite there being inevitably poor people locked inside the gritty areas of the city outside the European Commission area, the people are so obsessed with their small and big luxury cars (the BMWs, Mercs, VWs, etc) and their small gadgets that make their life ostensibly more fulfilling than the harsh realities of life that characterise much of the world.

    In short, life becomes an indulgence in hedonism, and that, for me, was one of the reasons leaving Belgium to come to a developing country like Ghana (as much as it is my home after all) was so appealing. I was fed up with the all-so-neat and compact lifestyle, which started to become so increasingly irritating.

    I know much of the world will never see what I have seen, and for that reason I am very cognisant of my priviledged lifestyle (Dad an int'l civil servant/diplomat; my brother Sam and I living in a suburb (replete with many houses owned and rented by EU officials, int'l organisations, embassies, etc, as well as the more affluent Belgians) for most of our lives; my brother having attended, as a black young man, a European School where now, in 2005, practically ALL the pupils are EU/EC official's children; blah blah...

    Point is: the perfect now started to become the horribly annoying. Because tolerance levels of foreigners, especially with the accession of EU countries, started to plummet, and that effing scared me. WHy should I have to put up with bigoted people who smiled with me because I was living in an area that made me almost equal to them--bar my color?

    THis isn't so much about racism as it is about what I think to be the inherent contradictions of blogging: making a normal, private life {of citizen 5 million and something of Planet Earth} so accessible by way of the 'Net when that same private life would have meant nothing to all those blog-readers had you been just a person walking down the street.

    Oh, and it's a bit of a rant on Belgium much as I consider it my second home...

    Having said all that, I still occasionally check to find out what's happening on the ground in Belgium, and get Belgium news by way of

    So what am I? A hypocrite or what?

    Maybe I just like to see my name in print--as I intoned in 2000 for a Vernacular issue--and for which Daisy(Rana Jawad)--editor of the Vernacular from 1999-2001(?)--offered me a column.

    I'd like to put it on record that she saved me from failing a Stats exam.

    God bless the woman.

    Tuesday, March 15, 2005

    The UN Apologist rears its head...

    Did u know that:

    "The ILO, founded in 1919, is the only surviving major creation of the Treaty of Versailles which brought the League of Nations into being. It became the first specialized agency of the UN in 1946 and formulates international standards in the form of Conventions and Recommendations setting minimum standards of basic labour rights."

    well, now u know;-)


    " the twist if separation, you excel at being free..."

    Such classic words from former Take That Gary Barlowe's classic "Back For Good"

    A personal favorite song if ever there was one.

    good one, Gary...

    Monday, March 14, 2005

    A day in (financial) Hell....

    They say it is the root of all evil, and they say it is the bane of all relationships, but they do not clarify why it is so...

    Because after all, it's what you do with it that counts. If you use it to finance wars or to get people to sleep with the fishes, then sure, it's a straight trip to Hell...

    But for most of us, it's a process, a means by which we need to survive.

    "Money, can't wait..." sang those guys who sang...yep, Pink Floyd...

    Today, at this critical time, I cannot wait...

    The mental anguish that is associated with not being able to help someone with money is so depressing it just cuts you up.

    Man, I have been cut up bad today, and I NEVER wanna go there again...

    Thank God--really and literally--that I will be able to pull off my promise in some way, albeit a bit late, and with remonstrations that I never thought I would have to pull off.

    Plans have to be better re-configurated, next time, so that I do not EVER arrive at this situation again...


    BTW, "Lost in Translation" was...interesting. So much so I was compelled to take a look at the Guardian website,,1114403,00.html to see what the cerebrally-inclined Guardian writers, par excellence, had to say about it. IMDB does a good job as always...I particularly like one review I read:

    "Breathtaking and beautiful - improves on second viewing, 7 December 2003

    Author: moviefan08 (

    I was just like every other curious American filmgoer a few months ago when I went and saw Lost in Translation for the first time. That's right, I wanted to know what in the hell was so great about the movie that critics were calling possibly the best of the year and a modern masterpiece. I saw Translation for the first time and liked it, but didn't really know what they saw in the movie that was so beyond-belief spectacular. But alas, I believe that every movie deserves a second chance (i.e. - the miracle of hating Moulin Rouge on round one and having it shoot near the top of my favorites of all time a year later), so just recently I sat down and experienced director Sophia Coppola's Lost In Translation again.

    Lost in Translation tells the story of Bob Harris (Bill Murray in a role tailor-made, if not even Heaven-sent for him), an American movie star that comes to Tokyo to film a whiskey commerical for which he will be paid 2 million bucks. Staying in the same Tokyo hotel is Charlotte (Scarlett Johanssen, radiant and mature at only 18), a newlywed tagging along with her rock photographer husband, John (a typically awkward Giovanni Ribisi). Along the way, Charlotte and Bob run into each other and begin a 'brief encounter' that profoundly affects them both.

    When the movie hits you right, it's a pure pleasure from its unassuming start (a beautifully lit shot up Johanssen's underwear-clothed behind) to its ambiguous but meaningful ending. It begins as a comedy of culture clash, Harris sarcastic and confused at the Japanese when entering his hotel, and even more befuddled in a hilarious scene where he shoots the whiskey commerical (and one later during a photo shoot). Coppola delivers Bob into her movie with the impression that it'll be all about him (he has plenty of great scenes, even at just the beginning), but Charlotte enters the story, and we're never quite the same. Scarlett Johanssen plays Charlotte with just the right amount of emotion that her initially morose and soul-searching character doesn't seem silly. At one point, she tearfully admits over the phone, "I don't know who I married." This may come off as silly, but consider her position: far away from home, newly married, in a big intimidating city, and her husband is away on a photo shoot. Bob, on the other hand, seems to have it made, but Murray lets a current of loneliness run across that memorable face that seems to hint at something more. He gets comical faxes from his wife about bookshelves and carpet samples, but he gives off the impression that he's come to the point where he doesn't even care anymore. Bob is certainly alone for a time in Tokyo, but Murray gives off the impression that things at home aren't too hot either.

    For the first third of the movie, director Coppola displays her first brave choice in filmmaking by keeping Bob and Charlotte apart. During this time, the smooth, languid pace of the film falls into place, and by languid I don't mean 'boring.' Upon my first viewing of Translation, I wasn't convinced of Coppola's choice to keep the movie so predominantly low-key, but I've realized that there's a reason for it. The movie sustains this amazing vibe that doesn't stunt its progress, but propels it with a driving fluidity. A few times, though, Bob and Charlotte do see each other without officially meeting. One time in particular occurs in a crowded elevator - the two glance at each other, faintly smile, and possibility is born. The first section of the film doesn't just serve to show its two characters completely apart - it makes you think of how many life-changing connections you've missed in the past by just being passive and solitary.

    Coppola successfully juggles Bob and Charlotte apart, but when they do meet, it's pure magic. They begin voyages out into the hustle and bustle of Tokyo, and the film almost takes on a perspective that differs from its earlier view. Before, we saw Bob Harris and Charlotte, respectively, at their most private and vulnerable. While out on the town, the film seems to sit back and just let them have fun. Thank God, for Bill Murray's rousing rendition of Elvis Costello's "(What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love, and Understanding" is a blast. During this time, it seems that Bob and Charlotte have forgotten their insomnia and loneliness, but it's not gone forever. Even during their night on the town, we see moments where they sit silently, pensive and confused. The movie is a comedy in some sense, but it escalates into a pervading tragic feel. At one point, Charlotte says to Bob: "Let's never come back here again, because it will never be as much fun." I was struck deeply by this because, well, they had fun, but only in the sense of putting off more loneliness and desperation.

    The movie takes a while to truly glean out the deep-seated motivations of both of its characters, but they become fully-realized in a marvelous scene where Bob and Charlottelay fully-clothed in bed together. Here, they handle the 'big' questions in life, and not "Where did you go to college?" or "What did you want to be when you were little?" but "What is my purpose?" and "Does marraige get easier?" I was amazed at the honesty of the character's responses. Bob relates to Charlotte the experience of having children and the ongoing struggles of marraige, but a tinge of fear and apprehension runs through his speech. Charlotte hasn't really figured things out for herslef yet - she says she's tried just about everything but hasn't found that niche. Coppola's screenplay takes these two separate beings, far apart in age and experiences, and makes a profound statement - both are in the same exact emotional limbo. Charlotte is confused and worried, but Bob is regretful and washed-up. In a way, these two are some form of deeply odd soul-mates. That is the heart and soul of Coppola's amazing work.

    I couldn't end this review without mentioning another star behind the scenes of the movie that is nearly as effective to the film as Director/Screenwriter Sophia Coppola. That is cinematographer Lance Acord, who should just start writing his Oscar acceptance speech now. He has worked on Coppola's husband's (Adaptation, Being John Malkovich director Spike Jonze) films before, but this is his finest, most beautiful work yet. He captures Japan, and the film's characters, with such a soft-but-colorfully-abstract flare that it's nearly inexplicable. I often wondered why, beyond the fact that they have so much to think about, Bob and Charlotte (especially her) are seen staring out windows so much. If they see Tokyo with the same awe-inspiring glow that the film does, they have no better reason.

    Perhaps the movie didn't sit as well with me the first time because I kept attempting to figure out what the movie was. It has great comedic flair with Murray's wonderful work, but it's also perhaps one of the saddest and most moving films I've seen in a long time. It's some form of a romance, too, but it's not about when they'll kiss or when they'll hit the sheets (one kiss on the cheek becomes unbearably awkward). It also has that Affair to Remember vibe too, where the journey of two souls that find comfort will eventually have to come to an end. Its end, though, defies classification, as does the rest of the film. Many times during the film's quaint, quietly moving finale, I expected lush music to start playing to underscore the escalating sadness of the film. It doesn't. Coppola simply lets her two amazing leads do the work. When the film does arrive at its final, ambiguous moment, it all just seems perfect. The catchy Japan-pop soundtrack that runs brilliantly throughout the film begins to play, and I find myself with a huge regret: that I won't be able to savor the subtle chemistry of Bob and Charlotte, and that a flat-out masterpiece in American film is at its end."

    BTW, Scarlett Johansson REALLY is a babe--but nothing compares to G____ whom I am currently dating. It's early days, so must be patient...


    Friday, March 11, 2005

    A Thought for the Day From Sri Eknath Easwaran

    Life consists in what a man is thinking of all day.
    -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

    A compulsive desire is like any other thought over which you have no control. It flows continuously: "I want that; I want that; I want that." There seems to be no space between the thoughts. But when your meditation begins to deepen, two things happen. First, the thought process slows down. Second, you develop a new attitude toward desires
    -- you begin to realize that you needn't give in to the desire, unless you choose to. You get a taste of the powerful satisfaction that comes when you go against long-standing compulsions.

    Now, when a very strong desire starts to overtake you, and your mind is just one long string of "I want that," you catch sight of a tiny opening between the demands. It may be only a split second in duration at first, but in time it grows long enough for another thought, another kind of thought, to make itself known. "Hmmm," we think, "maybe part of me does want that -- but do I? Is it really in my long-term best interest to gratify this desire? Or my family's?"

    >From Eknath Easwaran, "Words to Live By" (Nilgiri Press, 1997)

    On Dealing with People

    "The one book I would suggest just for general information on how to deal with people is "How to Win Friends and Influence People" by Dale Carnegie. Reading this book will not only help you to communicate better with your lover, but with people in general, resulting in easier and more enjoyable, day to day communications. This book has been around forever and should be required reading by every person on the planet!"

    Couldn't agree more!!

    Bu tpls don't ask me where I got it from--suffice to say, a very prurient source;-)

    Thursday, March 10, 2005

    The United Nations has a Blog!--by gum!

    Whilst surfing the website this afternoon to check whether any "unapologists" are out there (pls see below), I come across this site, decsribed thus:

    "About UN Dispatch
    UN Dispatch is a blog intended to promote thoughtful discussion about the UN, and to provide an outlet for important news and views on the UN. It is administered by Peter Daou, author of the Daou Report, and will feature frequent posts from knowledgeable guest contributors. UN Dispatch is sponsored by the United Nations Foundation, though the views expressed herein do not represent the official views of the United Nations Foundation, or the UN. Links from UN Dispatch to other blogs and websites should not be construed as an endorsement of the content on those sites."


    You can access the UN's Blog (how risible!) here


    Tuesday, March 08, 2005

    oh...and Zelda Kporku of CITI FM (finally!)

    She's not bad-looking:

    Factum Non Verba

    Those were the rather esoteric words uttered by Afia Ankomah -- meaning facts not deeds -- in relation to her report on the celebration of International Women's Day, which is celebrated today.

    Just thought I would note it for posterity:-)

    Friday, March 04, 2005

    Strangeness--all the way

    So there I was sitting in an air-conditioned room of the {Tapa Tapa--so says Beenia man--he's the man is in town and CITI-FM is doing its best to regale him}Institute of Local Governance, near Madina and the famous "Redd Lobster" restaurant {you can see the ad on when the Minister of Information started talking to those invited by the Legal Resources Centre about the Right to Information Bill 2003, when I had a bit of epiphany.


    I now know what they are--Ministries, Department, Agencies.


    Anyway, yes, Little Kim was singing with Beenie (or is it Beanie?) Man on this track "Tapatapa", which actually is not its title. But hell, shoot me anyways...

    Some thoughts that percolated--yet again--in my small mind as I listened participants from the workshop:

    1. Am I a UN apologist? If I am, maybe I should set up a site:

    2. I met Emmanuel Ohemeng at the workshop yesterday, but others remain elusive: Zelda Poku, to name but one, oh, and Albert Quarshiga whom I know only by name and over the phone. Met Richard Mensah last week at the IFIs meeting, and Joel Lamptey at our Press conference. But I have not met ALbert Q, goddammit!:-)

    3. what is the value-added of

    4. what about a diplomatichistory, or (a compilation of ALL my POL-211 reports {from Vesalius COllege, VUB, Brussels course}re-formulated, or re-worked for 2005??

    5. ...and, or After a quotation to describe the "Big Twelve" during the French Revolution: "the greatest cloud-compellers the Earth never saw". I believe that's the quote.. let me check google...nothing so useful, but reference in history of French Rev is definintely there!

    6. -- it speaks for itself

    7. must start getting and digging into my YEATs. The "Second Coming" is at the top!!

    8. and must try exploring, reading more about social is a good place to start!!

    9. PR:"making the unnecessaary part of the necessary", which forms part of my worldview {RASKAL: Random Acts of Small Kindness}

    10. on RegionsWatch:

    b. Status report: RW One Year On
    c. why such an absence of circa 10 months
    d. start working in April --> on blogspot and STatus Report (GEO, etc...)

    BTW, Togo, according to CITI Prime News at Midday (with Albert Q, and Sammy Adjei) will hold elections on 24 April??

    Wednesday, March 02, 2005

    To aver or not...

    TRANSITIVE VERB: Inflected forms: a·verred, a·ver·ring, a·vers
    1. To affirm positively; declare. 2. Law a. To assert formally as a fact. b. To justify or prove.
    ETYMOLOGY: Middle English averren, from Old French averer, from Vulgar Latin *advrre : Latin ad-, ad- + Latin vrus, true; see wr-o- in Appendix

    from :

    NOUN: AFFIRMATION, affirmance, statement, allegation, assertion, predication, predicate [logic], declaration, word, averment; confirmation.
    ASSEVERATION, adjuration, swearing, oath, affidavit; deposition (record) [See Record]; avouchment, avouch [rare], assurance; protest, protestation; profession; acknowledgment (assent) [See Assent]; legal pledge, pronouncement; solemn -averment, - avowal, - declaration.
    VOTE, voice; ballot, suffrage; vox populi [L.].
    REMARK, observation; position (proposition) [See Supposition]; saying, dictum, sentence, ipse dixit [L.].

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