Posted on August 31, 2006 in Uncategorized
Do you want to know who the original George W is? It’s Virginia’s own George Allen. Not only is he the kind of stupid politician that a silver-spoon could create, but he is a racist and a bigot. He’s up for reelection, and even after he called an Indian a Macaca, he’s still up by 7 points in the polls.
Here’s a headline that will make you cringe: “Beyoncé Knowles, freedom fighter: Why “booty popping” will do to Islamic fundamentalism what rock ‘n’ roll did to Stalinism”. More oversexed, hyper-sexual humanoids in short skirts for the Jihad please! (Or did I get that backwards).
And in the ha-ha, happy moment of the day, an evangelist drowned trying to walk on water. Someone obviously didn’t raise the roof enough for Jesus or his innumerable sins. Speaking of which, a new world order is about to start, are you ready? (YES!!!!)
In other under the radar news to make you blue, Naguib Mahfouz, one of the Arab world’s most celebrated authors, died yesterday:
But Mahfouz’s lasting mark on the world stage will surely be a measure of how deeply he believed in the power of fiction — in the ability of myth and story to be a guidepost to our lives. He was a serious man, and he devoted his life to making up stories: more than 30 novels, hundreds of short stories, a handful of plays and movie scripts. Almost all of them document his particular corner of the universe — Cairo, one of the world’s most ancient cities. Ninety years old, going out six nights a week, the cafe life, the writer as social intellectual.
Like Faulkner, he never really left home. And so in the complex warrens of his neighborhood dwelled his most prominent creation, al-Sayyid Ahmad Abd al-Jawad, the prosperous merchant and family patriarch at the heart of his greatest work, “The Cairo Trilogy.” The three novels depict the family moving into the modern 20th century, through British occupation to political independence, replete with sexual conquests, greed, drunkenness, mendacity, drug abuse, homosexuality, the ravages of disease and the thorns of unrequited love. They were a little twisted, too: His sons have affairs with women who slept with their father.
Al-Sayyid — think of him as Tennessee Williams’s “Big Daddy” with a Muslim twist and a philandering streak — dominates his wife and sons at home, but is a hedonist at heart.
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