February 28

A Poem in Honor of my Birthday

My birthday is a time to pause
Along life's busy way
And cherish golden memories of this aupicious day
A time to raise in gratitude
Life's overflowing cup
A time to blow your nose with this
In case you're all choked up


O happy day when I was born
Long ago on a sunny morn
The world rejoiced and the doctor said
Oops, I've dropped him on his head!


But How do I know my youth is all spent
My get up and go has got up and went
But in spite of it all I'm able to grin
And think of the places my get up has been.

Cave Raves

Sunday, January 30, 2005

Sixty per cent of eligible voters turned out for the Iraqi election. These people spit in the face of those who tried to disrupt the expression of the will of the people. Despite threats of voter deaths and despite deadly incidents on election day most Iraqis understood the importance of the freedom that was being offered to them on January 30, 2005.

Osama Bin Laden and others like him urged the Iraqi people to boycott the election. The insurgents want to dictate how Iraqis will live rather than allow each citizen of Iraq to have a say in that decision. Suitably, Osama delivers his raves from caves. Caves were an ancient and primitive home for humans. Coercion, as a tool of dictators, is a primitive and abhorred method of rule. Osama and his ilk desire to return to more primitive times with themselves at the top of the power pyramid. Their bloody quest is futile because democracy is a more powerful and desirable form of government. This was demonstrated again on January 30, 2005 in Iraq. Listen to the comments of the voters as they left the polling stations. Each voter dipped a finger in ink to prevent double voting. The ink on their fingers became a badge of honour among voters. It was a time of celebration.

May the primitive ideas of Osama Bin Laden be buried in the caves from which he raves.