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David Beckham get caught by his wife looking somewhere he shouldn’t.

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The Elderly McCain Is So Last Century

The best part is that Obama is fighting clean.

The Elderly McCain Mumblingly Evades The Gay Issue

Did we have to pave the way for this?

New Family – Jerry Seinfeld and Bill Gates

I’m really glad they came out so fast with the second one, because I hated the first one so much. But now, with the second, I’m starting to get it, and kind of like it. Maybe after the next (hopefully next week) I’ll love it. Bill Gates is indearing in this one.

The Music Video Director Nagi Noda Died At 35

A very creative video director and toy maker. It’s sad anyone died so young.

Yuki – Sentimental Journey

Elderly McCain Talks Of Lipstick On A Pig

The things that come out of this old man’s mouth!

Damon Compares Palin To A Disney Soccer Mom

I loved what he said and how he said it. Matt Damon is very articulate. He screwed up with the ‘4,000 years ago dinosaur thing – I’m sure he meant 40,000,000 but other than that, he can speak for me.

Barack Obama Will Become the 44th President of The USA

When I saw today McCain is leading by 5 points I realized I was in the same complacency zone I was four years ago when I thought it impossible for Bush to be re-elected after the shambles the country, constitution and citizens were in. I’m snapped out of it, now.

One Of My Favorite Poems That I Want To Share With You – Mahmoud Darwish

The Prison Cell  

It is possible…
It is possible at least sometimes…
It is possible especially now

To ride a horse

Inside a prison cell

And run away…
 

It is possible for prison walls
To disappear,
For the cell to become a distant land

Without frontiers:

-What did you do with the walls?

-I gave them back to the rocks.

-And what did you do with the ceiling?

-I turned it into a saddle.

-And your chain?

-I turned it into a pencil.
 

The prison guard got angry.
He put an end to my dialogue.
He said he didn’t care for poetry,
And bolted the door of my cell.
 

He came back to see me
In the morning,

He shouted at me:

-Where did all this water come from?

-I brought it from the Nile.

-And the trees?

-From the orchards of Damascus.

-And the music?

-From my heartbeat.
 

The prison guard got mad;
He put an end to my dialogue.
He said he didn’t like my poetry,
And bolted the door of my cell.
 

But he returned in the evening:

-Where did this moon come from?

-From the nights of Baghdad.

-And the wine?

-From the vineyards of Algiers.

-And this freedom?

-From the chain you tied me with last night.
 

The prison guard grew so sad…
He begged me to give him back
His freedom.

—- Mahmoud Darwish, translated by Ben Bennani