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In Libya, Egypt and Yemen too
It's love, and a bad movie, that sends on a rampage
The silent majority –
who claim to object the fanatic minority –
To ask for blood and the heads
Who do not understand
What love and tolerance mean.
A man of love, we can call him Jilel
Who adored promised virgins of hell
Not a bomb on his person
Not a saw to chop heads
Bad director must die, he would yell.
Movie go to hell
Then we'll be in peace again –... (more)
Five thousand were killed in Syria
In August alone.
Assad, their president and an optometrist, is in love with his wife
And goes shopping to make her happy
A UK university still call to boycott Israel.
Assad does not live in the UK any more.
The Arab world blames Israel
They must have planned it all along
Especially the failure of the UN
To stop the bloodshed.
The same UN that appointed Libya
To head the Human Right Commission.
Barbara, my neighbor, is truly upset
Her favorite chocolate... (more)
In 2010, before the Arab spring, a serious of shark attacks on swimmers in the water of the Egyptian resort of Sharm El Sheikh lead to the Egyptian media blaming Israel for training the sharks to destroy the Egyptian economy.
At the onset of the Libyan revolution, Muammar Gaddafi, the Libyan tyrant – for years a supporter of anti-American and anti-Israeli campaign – was blamed by the Arab media for working for the Israeli Mossad.
When his father, Hafez al-Assad died, there was a moment of hope that the UK-educated, self spoken new... (more)
It was the night of the 22nd of May 1967. I had already been put to bed, when our neighbors Hana and Motti stormed in. My bedroom door, muffling their voices, could not mask the heated atmosphere in the other room. Nut my suspense did not last long. Rushing into my room, my mother, Imma, cried, “Quickly. Put on your clothes. We are going to Grandpa's to watch the news!”
A three-quarter moon lit our way through the valley. A lone male Little Owl was screeching monotonously in the distance and I, holding my parents hands, was dragged up the hill faster than my legs could carry me. “Faster!”... (more)
Swimming towards the rising sun.
The sea is like a mirror.
Underneath deep blue.
Above pink clouds are floating,
Amongst complaining sea gulls.
The water is cool against my skin.
Swimming away from the setting sun.
The swell is strong,
Pulling me towards the island.
Breaking waves are roaring.
Dark above, dark below.
I can't tell sea from sky.(more)
Chris began to question the wisdom of this trip when the jerky stop at the rail-crossing had startled him into awakening. A green pine-tree like cardboard dangled from the mirror, exuding smell of bathroom spray. The air-conditioner was blasting cool air. Pink Floyd played quietly on the radio. It was an unfamiliar car. "Morning hunk. You awake?" The middle aged woman at the wheel, her white t-shirt tight against her flowing breasts, flipped open the lid of a cigarette pack, tapped it twice on her tanned thigh, and pointed the poking-out cigarette in Chris' direction. "Want a cigarette?"Too... (more)
Mick, cramped in the driver seat of the small Fiat, keeping his knees wide open, one on each side of the wheel, steered the car along the dark road. In the seat next to him, Loretta's head rocked with each turn, her hand tapping Mick's thigh lightly with the tune of Stevie Wonder's Saturn that played quietly on the radio. A real oldie thought Mick. The small 800cc vehicle sputtered up the serpentine road. The large trees extended their fingers above them, casting eerie moon shadows on the road ahead. It had been over an hour since the sun glided into the sea. Mick extended his
hand to... (more)
With its main entrance in Israel, and its far wall in Jordan, the dilapidated old people's home, originally a luxurious mansion, towered over the neighborhood of Mamila. With falling walls and alleyways blocked by piles of debris, it was not the neighborhood of choice.
On summer days, when snipers would hide from the punishing sun and not attempt to shoot the occasional passers-by, the old people would open the metal shutters that protected their large window, and sunbath. It was on one of these days that Mathilda, suffering from a cough attack, had dropped her teeth to the ground below.... (more)
Those who advocate that armed forces at every street corner increase the security and safety of the nation, must feel safe and secure when traveling through the city’s streets, malls and train stations. Special police units in blue uniform randomly search your bags; Army forces in desert camouflage, holding submachine guns, watch your every movement. DHS, metro police, HPD, TSA, helicopters hover above the city, can we ever feel any safer?
But how much do you trust these armed-to-the-teeth guys, or is it only a big Hollywood production? I am not talking about bad... (more)
This is a continuation from Science and Parapsychology?
As we have seen, there are different ways we can categorize PSI phenomena, each category has a different relationship to science and scientific methodologies. As we discussed, science does have the tools and methodologies to validate or disprove claims about the existence of PSI events that impact the physical world, such as telepathy, or telekinesis. However, these are only part of the PSI universe. Another category includes ghosts, spirits, guardian angels and other non physical entities. While there does not seem to be a... (more)