Look! The laughter of the arrogant partridge, unaware of the fate's hunting claws. - Hafez Shirazi

Friends,

I am leaving Gaia and will be blogging on wordpress instead http://wailingreed.wordpress.com

I will still keep my old blogs here, keep checking your profile pages, and all that good stuff. But my new blogs will not be here anymore due to overwhelming distracting banner ads on this site.

Hope to see you on wordpress.

WHAT THE FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK!!!!!!!

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Is it just me or Gaia is losing its quality? Seems like the page is littered with ads and junk. Can't they trim down a little so that people's blogs and info becomes visible?

10- The hero defuses the time bomb just one second before it blows up.

9- The hero's girlfriend continues to have perfect hair style despite all the stunts, even after falling in a pile of mud

8- The enemy fires hundreds of rounds of bullets and it might injure the hero, but the hero takes out the enemy with just one shot

7- The hero continues running faster than the enemy despite the bullet in the knee

6- The girlfriend will put bandage on the wound

5- They will kiss if rated PG, they will have sex if rated PG-13/R

4- The enemy is either from another planet or from a Muslim country

3- The monster eats the black guy first, and then takes the woman hostage

2- The monster hides in a Catholic Church, and perhaps was created by a priest

1- The monster gets blown into pieces, but an egg remains for the sequal

"It is clear that Iran intends to interfere with the internal affairs of all of these people and try to continue their efforts to fund terrorism, whether it's Hezbollah or Hamas or other proxies," she [Clinton] said.

I wonder if Iran invaded Gaza killing 300 children in less than 20 days, with our tax dollars?
Or was it Iran that occupied Iraq and caused numerous death and destruction for no good reason?
Or was it Iran that supported Saddam for more than a decade?
Or I wonder if it was Iran who funded Taliban then attacked it?!

Let's worry about our own mess before worrying about other countries.

Now we have to get used to a normal president....

Dot Com bust
9/11
Enron
Afghan war
GITMO
Patriot Act
Spying on innocent citizens
Torture
Water boarding
Highest gas prices ever
Highest food prices ever
Highest inflation ever
Highest oil prices ever
Lowest GDP ever
Lowest stock market ever
Lowest morale ever
Lowest reputation ever
Real estate bust
Take your shoes off at the airport
Credit crunch
Iraq war
Fannie Mae, Indy Mac, Freddie Mac
Largest deficit ever
Largest foreclosures ever
Largest bad debt ever
Worst economy since the great depression
Katrina
Abu Ghraib tortures
Haditha massacre
Bear Sterns, Lehman Brothers, Meryl Lynch
Lay offs
Halliburton
Carl Rove
Halliburton concentration camps
Jobs going offshore
Americans immigrating to Canada
Funny Bush quotes
Preemptive strikes, first ever since WWII
Bail out
Moose
Mission Accomplished
Before 9/11
After 9/11
Duct tape
Anthrax
Ground zero
Violations of Geneva Conventions
Violations of human rights
Violations of the US Constitution
Shot in the face
White House resignations
Hockey mom
57 States
Sikhs kicked off of flights
My friends
Threatening the sovereign nation of Iran with nuclear attacks
Pronouncing nuclear "new killer"
Polls
Long lines
Hope
Change
...and finally, my favorite:

"The Countdown!"

During my third visit to Shiraz, I had to pay my respects to Shah Cheragh. In that journey, I faced something that will bother my mind for the rest of my life:

A little girl approached me trying to sell chewing gum.
"How old are you?"
"I'm ---- old..." she whispered …
“How old? Louder, dear…I can’t hear you…”
“Nine years old”
She was very cute, reminded me of my daughter. But her face and hair was filled with dust, as if she had not taken bath for many months.
“What’s your name?”
“Parvaneh” (it means butterfly)
“That’s a pretty name, why do you sell gums?”
“Please buy it…”
“How much?”
“20 cents”
I gave her a dollar
She looked at it, almost panicked: “But I have no change!” almost in tears.
“Not a problem, keep it.”, I said.

She smiled and ran away, like a butterfly, to her mother who was sitting in a corner wrapped in her chador.

I left the scene, puzzled…with tens of questions in my mind and great regret: why didn’t I talk to the mother and offer more help…in the shadows of a great place as Shah Cheragh.