*** Today's Humour*** Today's Humour
Sister Mary Katherine entered the monastery of silence.
The Priest said, "Sister, this is a silent monastery. You are
welcome here as long as you like, but you may not speak until
directed to do so. "
Sister Mary Katherine lived in the monastery for 5 years before
the Priest said to her,
"Sister Mary Katherine, you have been here for 5 years. You may
speak two words."
Sister Mary Katherine said, "Hard bed."
"I'm sorry to hear that," the Priest said,
"We will get you a better bed."
After another 5 years, Sister Mary Katherine was summoned by the
Priest.
"You may say another two words, Sister Mary Katherine."
"Cold food," said Sister Mary Katherine,
And the Priest assured her that the food would be better in the
future.
On her 15th anniversary at the monastery,
The Priest again called Sister Mary Katherine in to his office.
"You may say two words today."
"I quit," said Sister Mary Katherine.
"It's probably best," said the Priest,
"You've done nothing but bitch since you got here."
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Obama: Pennsylvania loss or a nomination victory?Around the blogosphere, I see Obama's supporters licking their wounds and gearing up for the next great battle in the states of Indiana and North Carolina. What they do not realize is that this war is won, the democratic contest is over; the once mighty Clintons have been vanquished.
I can see many of you shaking your heads and dismissing me as another wishful thinking Obama-maniac (after all most of today's headlines are screaming about Hillary's return from the dead and her vow to fight to the bitter end), however, a closer look at the numbers will show that Obama is not losing at all.
There are slightly over 400 pledged delegates left to be allocated in the 9 remaining contests. To give you an idea of Hillary's dire position, if you take away the uncommitted superdelegates (about 311) and give her 100% of the delegates from the contest left, she would still be short of the 2,025 number needed for the nomination.
A slightly more realistic scenario would be to split the uncommitted super delegates 50%-50% between Obama and Hillary. In this case Hillary would have to win something like 70% of the vote in the all remaining contests just to get to the magic 2025 number. The likely case though, would be that Obama gets a majority of the uncommitted delegates. Looking at the trend of these superdelegates since Super Tuesday (the Feb. 5th contests), Obama has a net of +68 and Hillary is a net of +2. Logic would then suggest that the uncommitted supers would break for Obama overwhelmingly. If this happens Hillary would have to win by landslide numbers in all remaining contests (80% +) to get to the nomination. I think it safe to say that that will not happen; in fact I'll put my unborn children's college tuition on it.
Every Obama win in the next contests raises the margin Hillary has to win by in the remaining contests. Obama is currently leading in the polls in at least 4 of the remaining 9 (including the larger Indiana and North Carolina races). This means that Hillary will have to have victories of well over 70% in the contests she wins. This will be next to impossible especially considering that her campaign is teetering and about to keel over into the deep red and her major donors are maxed out. Barring some earth shaking calamity (like secret tapes of Obama as a child training in an Al-Qaeda camp), the democratic contest is all but wrapped up and Obama is the nominee. Obama supporters should start preparing for the general election contest against McCain. For Obama, the path to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue just got a little clearer.
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Today we lost one of the true visionaries in the charity and philanthropy world, the bedrock of ICAN, Ms Carole French. Working with her was always inspiring as she cared deeply for what she did. If it wasn't for her we would not have come to Kenya and there would be no Kenya 2.0 TV, no ICAN Digital Village Initiative, no Hit Music Compilation and certainly no Genge North America Tour. I am posting a longer dedication at www.charity2.0television.com/blog , if some of these initiatives have touched you, I'd appreciate it deeply if you would come and post comments.
Thanks,
GG
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Africa: The last frontierBeyond this point are dragons, or so the legend, in the ancient mariners' map, said. A map that thousands of conquistadors, privateers and merchants, having set sail from The Known World seeking to find (and conquer) India, El Dorado and pagans, used to chart their transoceanic paths.
As their vessels dipped into the horizon, they put behind them the fathomable world. A world filled with beings of their nature; their stature - one conceivable within the mindset and imagination of their foremost thinkers and myriad sophists and literati throughout millennia past. Before them lay the unknown world, of cannibals, heathen and primitive Peoples. European explorers, fame and fortune brightening their brows, chivalry stringing their crossbows, assailed the lands of dragons bringing civilization to the native and taking his gold in return .
But between their world and India (East and West) lay a vast and untamed jungle filled with savages beyond redemption. Africa!
They, at great risk, entered Africa. Their greatest explorers did, rather, and sent reports back home, to the known world, through hurriedly written tracts stashed, maybe as an afterthought, into chests filled with 'primitive artworks and heathen icons' and game trophies. The message delivered: here lies a vast goldmine. In Africa there was lucre to be had, by all those daring enough to come.
Their great explorers trekked through untamed bush braving the savage bush-folk who spent their wanton days dancing around cauldrons of human flesh. These gallant men of Europe were pioneers cutting an unheralded path through the jungle that was Africa, giving names to places that in the long history of man had remained unnamed (Africa was the domain of savages - who had no sense of self, leave alone of their environment - after all) in tribute to their own valour and that of their God, saints and royalty.
Behold Africa, no longer the last frontier before the realm of dragons but Europe's bread-basket, gold mine, out-flow pipe for surplus populations and social misfits and, with all its paganism, veritable hunting ground for European gods forever in search of lost souls to redeem. No longer a vast territory mapped, merely, by 'psychic cartographers', Africa was now a lived experience; a monument to the European hunger for knowledge and adventure, presented to the civilised world in recognisable ways: Lake Victoria, Thompson's Falls, Salisbury, Witwatersrand, Leopoldville, Lake Albert...
Suddenly, Africa was knowable and accessible. Well, within reason. There were still pockets of primitivism; vast populations of Maasai and myriad Hottentot types living sans, nay, counter to, the civilising influence of the Europeans. And beyond the incorrigible savages, Africa was soon found to be not only the cradle of man, as Darwinian reckoning would instruct, but also the natural habitat of vectors of all diseases known and unknown. Africa was where life had begu n, millions of years previously, and where it could all end, for any visitor, in one inevitable contact with a female anopheles mosquito. (A short century later, sexual contact with a female of the Homo sapiens sapiens species in Africa would prove equally fatal.)
Into Africa Europe trooped. In a trickle, at first, because the vessels had to return home laden with exotic merchandise: slaves, ivory, artefacts. The plunder of Africa was well under way; entire communities would soon be decimated and the spectre of extinction would begin to loom over previously unknown species.
Then the floodgates burst open, the civilised world realised that profit could be had if Africa was tamed. Africa could be tamed with quinine, Christianity, and a rudimentary knowledge of European tongues for the native. Quinine meant that the Europeans could survive the endemic malaria; Christianity, because it was a religion (and, as one of their foremost thinkers, Karl Marx, had observed, religion was the opiate of the masses) could be used to brainwash the native into subjection; and a rudimentary knowledge of European languages for the natives because no European needed to suffer the indignity of learning the vulgar tongue of godless people who were worth nothing more than slave labour.
Europe's finest sat one day with a huge map of this amorphous entity - defined only by the coastlines, its two tips of Cape Town and Cairo, and the massive rivers and lakes betwixt named after them and their noble subjects - called Africa before them. It was theirs for the taking. This was no man's land; a jungle that it behoved them to appropriate and lord over as a service to their subjects, or at least as a part of their God given duty, otherwise referred to as noblesse oblige.
In a singular moment and with no discernible rhyme or reason, Africa was split into vast tracts of land and shared out amongst European royalty who proceeded to hand it out to their cousins and mistresses; their buccaneers and motley other soldiers of fortune; their high-priests and their misfits - particularly those too incorrigibly deviant for even the penal colonies of Australia.
Africa was divided into all these neat colonies, protectorates, and overseas territories that made sense only to those that had drawn the maps. They used rivers and mountains as their guide: Victoria had taken the Mountains of the Moon and Mt. Kenya so she let her cousin, Von Kraut or whoever, take Kilimanjaro and so on and so forth. Every thing in Africa was a resource divisible only amongst themselves. Even the people of Africa became personal property as arbitrary lines were drawn through homogeneous communities turning brothers into aliens in each other's huts.
The Scramble for Africa over, its plunder begun. The densest of forests were cut open to make way for European settlement and to provide lumber for their mills. Rivers were dammed and large fishing boats trawled the lakes their nets getting finer and finer as the fish populations grew at a rate inversely proportional to that of the humans. Food processing plants and steel mills sprung up; oil refineries and other extraction industries began to stain the hitherto bright blue sky with their rank, ozone-depleting emissions.
Finally, the last frontier had been conquered: Africa, the last spot on earth where man had lived in tandem with nature had fallen under the choking weight not only of empire but of toxic and industrial waste.
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