Freelance journalist Editor, Pan Am Historical Foundation newsletter, Clipper; Former NYC editor, writer, general assignments, local and international, etc. Can't do Saturday NY Times crossword.
Racism, and racists, are revolting assholes.
Gee, I hope that doesn't offend anyone.
Did she have a baby by Qaddafi? Or is that just a rumor?
Must be. He's too good-looking.
Is it Passover already?
Thanks for the advice. I'm not an Egyptian, but I'm embarrassed for you, unless you've taken part in so many revolutions (all succesful, I hope!) that it's kind of easy for you to be revolting. May I suggest you hurry to the nearest dictatorship, get yourself arrested, demand that your genitals be fried and/or that you be beaten to a pulp, before judging someone else's revolutionary speed.
Q: Do I have a toaster that is psychic?
A: Yes. And I'm gonna burn every damn piece of your bread from now on.
Q: What's the name of a TV game show?
A: Fox News.
Good heavens! I thought we were having a private email conversation. NOW I read this....
So how do you pronounce your name?
One Shot glass of vodka.
There are other possible leaders besides ElBaradei. In the 2005 elections, which Mubarak won with 6.3 million votes (88.6%), two of the follow-up candidates were Ayman Nour of the Tomorrow Party with 540,000 votes (7.3%) and Numan Gomaa of the New Wafd Party with 201,800 votes (2.8%). The total vote was 7 million, 23% of eligible voters (anyone over 18). These are figures from Wikipedia, which I have no reason to doubt. What I doubt is that Mubarak, already hated by the Egyptians, got all the votes claimed for him. But that's life, when you're a dictator.
Mubarak, this is for you and the other dictators:
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".
— Ozymandias, by Percy Byshe Shelley