Archive - Oct 6, 2009 - Article

The cheating card

For weeks, if not months, Obama borrowing a page or two from George Bush's ghastly playbook, worked hard to create a "coalition of the willing." 1) The post-election unrest and its aftermath involvement of security forces in Iran provided a golden opportunity for Obama's administration to rally a united front of the imperialist nations against Iran's nuclear program and at its center the uranium enrichment industry. 2) In Eastern Europe, Obama scrapped the plans for a ballistic missile defense system with an eye to attract Russia to the coalition and finally, 3) he slapped tariffs on Chinese tires to pressure them to remain a silent opposition>>>

Akmed Strikes Back

I was getting on a flight to start my vacation. When I approached my seat, a nice Texan lady in the seat next to mine started eyeing me with a bit of suspicion. "What's wrong with you?... Your hair is all... dark and ethnic. Your eyes are so... not blue... so demonic. You look so... unlike us. Oh my god! I'm scared." Before I could react she began screaming frantically: "Marshal! Air marshal!" A mean-looking large man and a tiny one trying to look mean by chewing a toothpick jumped out of their seats, pulled out their Tasers, approached and assumed shooting postures. "Don't move, scumbag," yelled the large one>>>

The News

There are good days and bad days, even good years and bad years. But then, there are years like the year my son was born. It was the same year my father died. Who knows how these years are supposed to be called? A simple ringtone started this all. It was my mother. Father’s stroke was two months behind us and everything, like in fairy tales, was going to work out just fine. Father was going to wake up one morning, remembering us and remembering who he was and we were going to talk about the past the same way we used to tell a story with happy ending>>>

زاهد مکار

یارب ار زاهد مکار نهد چهره به خاک
نیک داند که کند خاک پلیدی را پاک

دامن آلوده، تن آلوده، ردا آلوده
این بود زاد ره رجعت او در فتراک

ظاهرش پاک و درون ناک و عمل در لاک است
نییت‌اش ناسره، معجون ریا، جوهره ناک >>>

Fuzzy Logic, fuzzy thought, and fuzzy Dardedel

Strolling on a foggy night,
Talking to Zadeh, a witty scientist,
I discovered how fuzzy our minds are.
When I told him that my lover wore red silk
He asked me: 'What shade of red?'
I said: 'Well, it was not maroon or magenta or pink,
But a sexy red just a little lighter than the stoplight
That freezes people in their tracks.' >>>