“What can I do for you?”

Mother Teresa was interviewed by Pat McMahon, a talkshow host on KTAR radio in Phoenix, Arizona. He pleaded with her to allow him to do something for her.

“Anything at all,” the talkshow host begged. “I want to help you in some way.”

Mother Teresa looked at him and said, “Tomorrow morning go out onto the streets of Phoenix. Find someone who is alone on the streets and believes that no one cares for him. Convince him that he’s not alone.”

A chain reaction resulted.

The talkshow host tawks to a wandering homeless man the following morning at 6:00 a.m. on the streets of Phoenix. The hopeless homeless man is touched by the stranger’s friendliness.

He is treated to breakfast at McDonald’s.

This is an example of random kindness from the talkshow host; it’s an example of Mother Teresa’s heart. It’s an example of our humanity.

From Wayne Dyer’s “The Power of Intention.”

My new book: “Einstein’s Tragic Mistakes”

ALBERT EINSTEIN:“Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.”
- Quoted in interview by G. S. Viereck, 1929

My new work is called Einstein’s Two Fatal Mistakes–and a study of 14 other tortured souls, including Satan & Houdini

NOTE: Despite his mistakes, Einstein has a new legacy. We are able to experience our life from an exciting perspective. Another exciting Einsteinian thought–when our demise occurs, there will be a spiritual chain reaction.
SYNOPSIS: Einstein never acknowledged his second mistake, known as “The Theory of Everything” where he tried, unsuccessfully, to know the mind of God.
As we know, Einstein admitted to one of his mistakes—writing his letter to President Roosevelt in 1939; he warned that Hitler was developing an atomic bomb. Einstein’s equation (E=mc2) resulted in the making of the atomic bomb. At the war’s end Germany had not developed the nuclear weapon. Einstein, a pacifist, thought the bomb would not be used after Germany’s surrender.
His second mistake alienated and isolated Einstein from the scientific community. He was publicly humiliated in 1929, when his much-talked about new theory appeared as a headline in the New York Times. The story was about his “Theory of Everything.” Selfridge Dept Store in London posted his 6-page theory on its windows.
I was able to take Einstein’s E=mc2 equation and apply it to an animate object–the flesh and blood of a human. Einstein’s theory focused on inanimate objects. When applied to a human, we have an exciting discovery. This triumph enables Einstein to have a positive, although belated, legacy as we can now experience our life and death in a joyful way.
Chapters (in volume 1)
Einstein’s two tragic mistakes & his wonderful new legacy
The God Quartet features the Quaternity of God the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit & the Devil. God’s eight mistakes are highlighted
Houdini, his boast caused his death
The Unabomber, ragged and disturbed (his kinship with Norman Mailer)
Truman Capote, playmate of the Devil
Virginia Woolf, regrettably, death by suicide
Serena Williams, anger management, where are you?
Charlie Sheen, what a pity; he had it all
Bobby Fisher parts 1, 2 & 3
Wacko Jacko, dancing with Fred Astaire
Dostoevsky’s fabled character, Raskolnikov from Crime & Punishment
Charles Manson, he had a dispensation to kill
Toulouse Lautrec, body deformed, mind deformed
Jackson Pollock, 4 years of Jungian therapy—not helpful
Noble Laureate John Nash, A Beautiful Mind
NOTE: A one-man theatrical performance of this project is being shopped around.

piggies to floating market

There they go, gently down the stream in Bangkok.
Many have asked about my safety. There is no flooding where I am staying (in one of the notorious red light districts of Bangkok). aha aha

my Gaddafi Halloween costume

There were several comments on my Gaddafi costume.

Nicholas in San Francisco, in his email, said I was the Master of Disguise.

Michele, in a Thai beach resort, emailed me, saying that I was a true Gadaffi look-alike.

Monk Mick’s comment is posted in the dashboard section.

AFTER THE HALLOWEEN PARTY, about three in the morning, I visited an infant care center in Bangkok.

The infants range from three months to one year.

The dreams of the Thai babies are monitored by the staff.

When the babies saw me dressed in my Gaddafi costume they interrupted their morning milk and chanted in a clear voice,

“Teachers, it’s the Gadaf.”

They repeated the chant several times.

A five-month old girl baby, Noi, asked me who made the Gadaf costume for me.

I told her this is not a costume. I’m the real Gadaf.

Noi didn’t believe me. She said I was a Master of Disguise.

I fooled the others but not clever Noi.

HERE IS THE ORIGINAL STORY: I went to a party on Halloween Eve dressed at the Gadaf.

I looked like the Gadaf soooo much that people thought they were seeing a ghost.

All the Thai babies I came across on the streets and the Sky Train weren’t scared. They said in Thai, “Mum,

My Gaddafi Halloween caption

it’s the Gadaf.”

In Thai I said, “Smart babies.”

Several of my friends were at the party. None of them believed it was me disguised as the Gadaf.

When I tawkled they knew it was me, not the Gadaf.

Next Halloween I will keep my yapper zippered.

Two black men for Prez

It would be wonderful to see Barack Obama and Herman Cain be the nominees
for the Democratic and Republican Party in next year’s Prez election.

Adding to the mix is a Native American running as an Independent candidate.

America, you’ve come a long way.

John Wayne quote

“Get off your horse and drink your milk.”

John Wayne, actor & cowboy

Yankee Noodle & the Chinese Boy

(NOTE: This is a true story. In order to protect the identity of the players, the names have been changed)

My American friend Noodle operates a restaurant called “Yankee Noodle.” He told me about Chow Mein, his new Chinese girlfriend who recently came from China to manage an Import-Export Company, appropriately named “China Town.”

I was intrigued about Chow Mein’s 10-year old son, Chop Huey. “He’s a behavioral case,” Noodle told me.

My good friend elaborated on the behavior problems of the overweight and poorly-dressed Chop Huey, First of all, the boy hates Americans. They are from the despised ‘Evil Empire.’

Chow Mein, his mom, has taken a fancy to the Yank.

Chop Huey also hates the Dalai Lama, an evil-doer who wants to take away Tibet, which he viewed as being a part of China.

Chop Huey is determined to destroy the relationship between his mom, Chow Mein, and her evil boyfriend, Noodle.

When the boy catches Noodle sleeping, he (Chop Huey) bangs a pot with a metal spoon until the rattled boyfriend wakes up with a whooper headache.

The boy refuses to talk to Noodle. Instead, he screams and yells at the befuddled bf.

“Chop Huey is bright,” Noodle told me. “He’s only been in Thailand three months and his English is outta sight. He’s top in his class in an international school.”

Noodle pleaded with me to have a heart-to-heart talk with Chop Huey.

“Why me?” I asked.

“Because it’s quite possible that one whacko can relate to another whacko.”

I liked Noodle’s reasoning and accepted his challenge.

I met the young boy in the playroom of Noodle’s condo. Since I knew that Chinese were export ping pong players I proposed that we play one or two games.
To entice the boy to engage in the game I suggested we play for one hundred baht current value about $3.25). To sweeten the offer I suggested we play three games at one hundred baht per game.

Chop Huey has the body of a snow man. When he is at the opposite side of the ping pong table he takes up both sides of the table. I figured he snow man’s build would hamper his mobility, The snow man was delighted to take me on. Since he was monstrously overweight I thought he would put the paddle down and be too exhausted within five minutes.

We agreed that we play until to fifteen points was reached.
Chop Huey boasted that I wouldn’t get more than three points.
“You want to double the bet, Fat Boy?”
“What did you call me?
“Fat Boy.”
Instead of taking umbrage, he laughed and accepted two hundred baht per game.
The score was 15-2. Fat Boy’s favor.
I told him he was lucky. I would beat him the next game.
He asked if I would I agree to pay him four hundred baht if he shut me out. To sweeten the bet, he said we would play to twenty-one points.
“Fat Boy, you gotta be kiddin’. You expect me beat me 21 to nothing?”
With glee, he nodded. “Fat Boy can whip you 30 to zero,” he added.

I accepted his suicidal bet that I would score at least one point in a 21 game..
“First I go pee,” he said. “I hope you don’t run away while I pee.”
That is psychological warfare at its best. During his absence Yankee Noodle was ecstatic that I had engaged the boy in conversation.

Chop Huey returned with two large liters of coke, three croissants and a large bag of potato chips. When he devoured the treats he plunged into action.

The future Chinese ping pong champ whacked whacky me 21-0. That’s when I realized the previous game was a warm-up for him.
During our chow-down in a Starbuck’s in the Yank’s Yankee Noodle’s restaurant I asked what Chop Huey wanted to be when he grew up.
Without hesitating he said, “I want to be a corrupt Chinese official.”

I thought he was joking.

“Not joking.”
He told me he was learning English and Thai in order to accept bribes from Americans and Thais as well as Chinese when he returned to China in a few years.

I wished Chop Huey good luck.

Upon returning to my digs I checked out Transparency International.com. I wanted to know where China stood on the list of the Most Corrupt Nations.
China ranked 78 of 91 on the list of Corrupt Countries.

I love Thailand too much

As many of you know, Thai people are playful (kon thai kii len). This is evident in the nicknames parents give to their children.
As many of you also know, I collect Thai nicknames. In the first chapter of my book Thai Touch, I cite many chuu len (playful names).
Below is an update of new names I discovered.
Guitar (it’s her real and nick name)
Som (Orange)
Som-oo-farang (Grapefruit)
Naam Chaa (Tea)
Cartoon (it’s her real and nick name)
What follows are taken from an earlier posting:
Top of the list and number one is
1. Monk Coconut (Pratow). Eric is from San Diego. He came to Thailand to be ordained as a Buddhist monk. He heard the Thai penchant for nicknames.
2. Muu Muu (Pig Pig). It’s the name of my filmmaker friend, Muu Muu. I call him Muu Muu Pig Pig. One day he said, “Richard, don’t call me Muu Muu Pig Pig.”
I said, “What you want me to call you?”
Muu Muu Pig Pig said, “Call me Muu Muu.”
I said, “Ok Muu Muu.” Then I turned away from him and whispered, “Pig Pig.”
3. Ay (Shy). She told me her mom said, “I was too shy to come out.”
4. Beer. That’s her name, Beer. Her mom and dad met at a karaoke bar. They became drinking buddies. They married. When the baby was born they were jubiliant and named her you-know-what.
5. M. That’s his name—M. He’s named after his father’s M Import Export Co.
6. Gop (Frog)
7. Muoy She’s a waitress in a restaurant. I kept calling her Muoy. A Thai gent came to my table and told me the waitress’ name is Oy, not Muoy. He told me Muoy means Pubic Hair. He pointed out Oy was too shy to correct me.8. Jim. She’s a nurse in the hemodialysis unit at Bangkok Nursing Hospital. If I say Jim in the wrong tone it means “Pussy.’
9. Suk (Happy). That’s a nurse’s name in the dialysis unit. It’s also the name of a fab tango dancer.
10. Tick Tock, a nurse in the dialysis unit.
11. Ping Pong, a waitress at Via Vai Restaurant on Sukhumvik Soi 8 in Bangkok.
Let me know other Thai nicknames. Thank you soooooo much.
Every year when I renew my retirement visa the last question is “Why do you want to extend your stay in the kingdom?”
Every year I give the same answer: “Because I love Thailand too much.”

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Charles Manson’s Blood Letters:
Dueling with the Devil

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Author Richard Rubacher

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Locating Kaddafi & Al Queda’s leader

Col. Kaddafi spent last nite (June 16) hiding out in a hospital in Tripoli. The name of the hospital is known. Kaddafi’s hiding places can be updated.
The new Al Queda leader is hiding out in Yemen.
This info is provided by my Truth Machine—a crystal pendulum whose name is Knowing Nose (KN). It is Knowing Knows’ job to sniff out the truth.
In the 1950s Verne Cameron informed the US Navy that he could locate the exact location of America’s nuclear subs. The navy whisked him to its HQ. Verne, with the aid of the mighty pendulum, pinpointed with accurate precision the location of America’s nuclear subs.
Verne also found the precise locations of the then-Soviet Union’s nuclear subs.
The South African government wanted to hire Verne Cameron to locate precious minerals in S. Africa. The U.S. State Department disapproved his passport application, stating that Verne Cameron was a threat to the United States interests.
In the Vietnam War the mighty pendulum located Viet Cong ammo supply dumps, mine fields and hidden tunnels. All this and more are documented in the book, PENDULUM POWER—a mystery you can see, a power you can feel by Greg Nielsen & Joseph Polansky.
Documentation is also found in multiple ‘net sites.
A gent from India wanted to know if he will win the lottery. KN’s answer: No.
The gent wanted to mangle and strangle Knowing Nose.
In the next week or two I will cite instances how Knowing Nose was used to answer peoples’ questions. Examples: two women wanted to know the gender of their babe-in-womb. One woman already knew the gender. The cunning woman tried to trick KN. Example: is a relationship with one’s boyfriend/girlfriend toxic?

Stay tuned.

unusual quotes on death

Before his death from cancer in 1981,
the great American playwriter William Saroyan
phoned the Associated Press
and dictated a final statement.
He said:
“Everybody has got to die,
but I have always believed
an exception would be made
in my case.

I saw THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE as a film and a theatrical production. It won the Pulitizer Prize (1939) and the New York Drama Critics Award (1940). Like FORREST GUMP, I watch the film whenever it’s shown on TV.

Many of us are familiar with Woody Allen’s quip on death: ‘I know I’m going to die someday but I don’t want to be around when it happens.”

Here is Eugene O’Neill, the American playwright’s take on the death of his dog.playwright. It’s called ‘My dog’s last will and testament.’

I, SILVERDENE EMBLEM O’NEILL (familiarly known to my family, friends, and acquaintances as Blemie), because the burden of my years and infirmities is heavy upon me, and I realize the end of my life is near, do hereby bury my last will and testament in the mind of my Master. He will not know it is there until after I am dead. Then, remembering me in his loneliness, he will suddenly know of this testament, and I ask him then to inscribe it as a memorial to me.

I have little in the way of material things to leave. Dogs are wiser than men. They do not set great store upon things. They do not waste their days hoarding property. They do not ruin their sleep worrying about how to keep the objects they have, and to obtain the objects they have not. There is nothing of value I have to bequeath except my love and my faith. These I leave to all those who have loved me, to my Master and Mistress, who I know will mourn me most, to Freeman who has been so good to me, to Cyn and Roy and Willie and Naomi and — But if I should list all those who have loved me, it would force my Master to write a book. Perhaps it is vain of me to boast when I am so near death, which returns all beasts and vanities to dust, but I have always been an extremely lovable dog.

I ask my Master and Mistress to remember me always, but not to grieve for me too long. In my life I have tried to be a comfort to them in time of sorrow, and a reason for added joy in their happiness. It is painful for me to think that even in death I should cause them pain. Let them remember that while no dog has ever had a happier life (and this I owe to their love and care for me), now that I have grown blind and deaf and lame, and even my sense of smell fails me so that a rabbit could be right under my nose and I might not know, my pride has sunk to a sick, bewildered humiliation. I feel life is taunting me with having over-lingered my welcome. It is time I said good-bye, before I become too sick a burden on myself and on those who love me. It will be sorrow to leave them, but not a sorrow to die. Dogs do not fear death as men do. We accept it as part of life, not as something alien and terrible which destroys life. What may come after death, who knows? I would like to believe with those of my fellow Dalmatians who are devout Mohammedans, that there is a Paradise where one is always young and full-bladdered; where all the day one dillies and dallies with an amorous multitude of houris, beautifully spotted; where jack rabbits that run fast but not too fast (like the houris) are as the sands of the desert; where each blissful hour is mealtime; where in long evenings there are a million fireplaces with logs forever burning, and one curls oneself up and blinks into the flames and nods and dreams, remembering the old brave days on earth, and the love of one’s Master and Mistress.

I am afraid this is too much for even such a dog as I am to expect. But peace, at least, is certain. Peace and long rest for weary old heart and head and limbs, and eternal sleep in the earth I have loved so well. Perhaps, after all, this is best.

One last request I earnestly make. I have heard my Mistress say, “When Blemie dies we must never have another dog. I love him so much I could never love another one.” Now I would ask her, for love of me, to have another. It would be a poor tribute to my memory never to have a dog again. What I would like to feel is that, having once had me in the family, now she cannot live without a dog! I have never had a narrow jealous spirit. I have always held that most dogs are good (and one cat, the black one I have permitted to share the living room rug during the evenings, whose affection I have tolerated in a kindly spirit, and in rare sentimental moods, even reciprocated a trifle). Some dogs, of course, are better than others. Dalmatians, naturally, as everyone knows, are best. So I suggest a Dalmatian as my successor. He can hardly be as well bred or as well mannered or as distinguished and handsome as I was in my prime. My Master and Mistress must not ask the impossible. But he will do his best, I am sure, and even his inevitable defects will help by comparison to keep my memory green. To him I bequeath my collar and leash and my overcoat and raincoat, made to order in 1929 at Hermes in Paris. He can never wear them with the distinction I did, walking around the Place Vendôme, or later along Park Avenue, all eyes fixed on me in admiration; but again I am sure he will do his utmost not to appear a mere gauche provincial dog. Here on the ranch, he may prove himself quite worthy of comparison, in some respects. He will, I presume, come closer to jack rabbits than I have been able to in recent years. And for all his faults, I hereby wish him the happiness I know will be his in my old home.

One last word of farewell, Dear Master and Mistress. Whenever you visit my grave, say to yourselves with regret but also with happiness in your hearts at the remembrance of my long happy life with you: “Here lies one who loved us and whom we loved.” No matter how deep my sleep I shall hear you, and not all the power of death can keep my spirit from wagging a grateful tail.

Tao House, December 17th, 1940

© Copyright 1999-2007 eOneill.com. Permission pending

GUILTY: the ex-IMF boss

This is being written before the ex-IMF boss’ hearing at the grand jury in Manhattan to determine if he is guilty of sexually assaulting a chambermaid in his hotel room.

How do I know that Dominique Strauss-Khan is guilty? Good question. I consulted my mighty PENDULUM.

Following the pendulum protocol, I asked this question: “Is the ex-IMF boss guilty of sexually assaulting the New York City chambermaid?”
The pendulum swung to and fro, which means Yes.

My friend Jeanne (not her real name) wanted to know if she should continue her fling with Joel. I asked pendulum 5 questions.
1. Are Jeanne & Joel physically compatible?
Answer: Yes, which means they enjoy sex.
2. Are they emotionally compatible?
Yes
3. Are they mentally compatible?
No
4. Are they spiritually compatible?
No.
5. Should they get married?
A resounding No.
Jeanne asked for my advice. ‘Enjoy your sexual and emotional relationship with Joel,’ I said.

You can check this story out on a search engine. Verne Cameron was tested by the US Navy. He claimed he could locate the navy’s nuclear subs. By using is pendulum he not only located the subs, he also located the Russian nuke subs.

The South African government wanted to hire Verne to locate mineral deposits in S. Africa. The US State Dept denied issuing him a passport. They claimed he was a security risk.
In the Vietnam War the US Army located enemy mines, ammo depots and tunnels by using the pendulum.

What to do with DONALD TRUMP?

As we know, Donald Thump was interviewed recently on the Piers Morgan Show and by Anderson Cooper.

Thump told both TV megastars that Prez O’Mama was incompetent and a weak Prez.

In his blessed boasting manner the Thumper claimed that he could fix what is wrong with the Nation and the World.

He is not bedazzled by the dazzling problems. In light of the Thumper’s ability to set the ship of state on the right course, I suggest he be given the following jobs:

Make Donald Thump the Director of the Ministry of Punishment (the CIA). He will take care of all the bad guys and gals.

Make him the Drug Czar. He will bust the cartels and drug lords in every country on the planet.

Make his the Sheriff of the USA. In this capacity he will take care of the Mafia and the illegal border crossers from Mexico into the USA.

Make him the boss of the Ministry of the Economy. He will make the dollar soooo strong.

Make him boss of the Ministry of Jobs. There will be zero unemployment in two or three months after he takes over.

Make him boss of the Ministry of Transportation. No more potholes in the USA. .

Make the Thumper in charge of the Ministry of Housing. No more homeless on the streets of the USA.

At his coronation we will hail the new American Caesar.

dim Laden, the fishes & the photo flap

As the Mafioso like to say, O’Hammer dim Laden is hanging out with the fishes.

Five hours after his Last Supper, the doomed man was hammered. Then, in true Mafioso-style, he was tossed into the depths. The hammer came down on O’Hammer Osama.

Finally, his light went dim until it was extinguished.

O’Hammer’s lightning departure is a good thing. With him there was Devil on Earth.

Without him, Peace on Earth is on its merry way to becoming a reality.

ABOUT THE PHOTO FLAP
As they say in tennis circles, the ball is in dim Laden’s court, meaning he has to prove that he is not dead.
Evidence can be established by having him rise from his watery grave and walk on water. He will be captured by Somali pirates. Realizing their good fortune, the pirates will hold a press conference and display the resurrected one to the world.

Before having the dead man talkin’ to the paparazzi, the pirates announce an auction will be held, with the prize going to the highest bidder.
Ecstatic that the charismatic founder of the jihad movement has snubbed death, the echelon of Al Queda and the Taliban will have their suicide bombers halt detonating themselves into the holy land. They will sell cookies and tea at kiosks to raise the ransom money.
When the money is raised, the founder of the jihad movement will appear before the paparazzi at the press conference.

When he says, “Ladies and gentlemen, I am here before you. Death cannot touch me. Ha ha.”

At this moment his appearance and statement will convince me that he is not dead.

President Ohh-Mama & the Seven Dwarfs

A recent poll shows that 43% of Americans believe that President Ohh-Mama was born in Kenya, not in Hawaii.

Donald Bump was Piers Morgan’s guest last week. Biz Tycoon Rump is among the 43% who claim that President Ohh-Mama was born in Kenya.

Through my exhaustive research I discovered that the American Prez was born simultaneously in Hawaii, Kenya and Bethlehem. .

I tawked to the Seven Dwarfs (of Snow White & the Seven Dwarfs fame).The dwarfs Happy, Doc, Grumpy, Bashful, Sneezy and Dopey reported, through their clairvoyant power, that the birth tawk was mirth tawk (their words).

Sleepy, the seventh dwarf, was asleep during the interview.

“The current American Prez,” the dwarfs said, was born in a manager (their word) in Bethlehem. “He was also born simultaneously in Kenya and Hawaii.”

“How can that be?” I asked.

The dwarfs response:

“Be it known that Prez Ohh-Mama had his birth mirth with the same mama whose name is Mama Oh’Mama.”

“Be it also known Donald Thump is correct when he claims that the American Prez was born in Kenya.”

“In that case,” I said, the 43% of those polled are correct when they said the Prez was born outside the USA..”

“Be it known,” the dwarfs said, the 43% of Americans are right and that the 57% are also right.”

“What about those in the minority who claim that the Prez Oh’ was not born at all?” I asked.

“Be it known that they too are correct in this assessment of the birth mirth controversy,” the dwarfs said.

My final question to the mirthful mirth-fers: “What about those who claim that the American Prez was born? Are you dwarfs telling me that Prez Ohh-Mama was born and not born?”

The merry mirth-ers Mark Twain: “Be it known that truth is stranger than
fiction.”

“Huh,” I gasped. “Didn’t Shakespeare say that?”

“Nope,” they replied. “Be it known that It Mark Twain said that, not Shakespeare.”

I looked up Mark Twain’s memorable quotes. The Seven Dwarfs were right.

Al Queda, the big loser–

This is an Open Letter to President Obama, nicknamed ‘Ohh-Mama.’

Mr. President I continue to be amazed, mystified, befuddled and surprised that you, your advisors, the US Ambassador to the UN and the Sec’y of State Ms. Clinton have not articulated the obvious—the biggest losers in the Mid-East and North African are Al Queda and the Taliban.

I am also befuddled that leaders of the Republican, Democrats and the Tea Party also have failed to notice the obvious–the biggest losers in the Mid-East and North African outbursts for freedom are Al Queda and the Taliban.

It’s strange how silent Al Queda have been since the wildfire desire for freedom has spread throughout the regions.

The people in Tunisia, Egypt, Libya, Yemen, Bahrain, Jordan and Syria have made it clear they are not willing to become martyrs for an Al Queda type of government.

It is also strange that the number of suicide bombers trained by Al Queda have been inactive during the siege.

As we know, Kaddafi is fond of saying, “Everybody loves me.”

It is apparent that the French jet fighters love Kaddafi.

The British jet fighters love Kaddafi.

The American Tomahawk missiles love Kaddafi.

The recently-defected Libyan Foreign Minister loves Kaddafi.

The Libyan militants love Kaddafi to death.

CNN and BBC continue to show a Libyan government spokesman who made this quixotic statement, “The allied bombing of Libya is immoral.”
The gent who uttered those words speaks very good English; he has a presentable appearance before the camera. When he talks he is comical but he does not realize that he is projecting his thoughts of the immoral Libyan government.

Mr. President, members of the Tea Party and others who have failed to notice the obvious–the biggest losers in the Mid-East and North African cries for freedom are Al Queda and the Taliban.

I have a modest proposal to make: Step up a psychological campaign to topple Kaddafi. Leaflets were dropped in German cities during WWII allied airborne missions over Germany.

One of the leaflets to be dropped in Tripoli and other government-held cities can contain a picture of Mussolini hanging from his heels. The Libyan supporters will “get the picture” that Kaddafi will suffer the same fate.

Leaflets with pictures of Kaddafi and his sons can fall from the heavens as the Libyan capitol are bombarded. The pics can show Kaddafi and sons hanging from their heels.

A leaflet can show a pic of Adolf Hitler with the caption: “Hitler was determined to let his people die to the last man, woman and child.”

Another leaflet can list the number of Arab nations and African counties that support the toppling of Kaddafi and his sons.

More leaflets with comical illustrations can rain down on Kaddafi supporters.
Indeed, everybody loves Kaddafi, exceptions are Al Queda and the Taliban.

Mr. President Oh-Mama, perhaps you can shout from the rooftops that the best way to fight Al Queda and Taliban terrorists is by supporting the rebels and dissidents in the autocratic regimes, which, by the way, you are doing by sending love sweet love to Kaddafi with Tomahawk missiles, jet fighters and the covert action of the CIA.

The Arabs-in-revolt are truly revolting to their leaders and a blessing to the free world.

Mr. President, when I watch the next CNN & BBC news update I expect to see you on the rooftop saying, “The biggest losers in the domino effect are–”

ADDENDUM
I pondered the question—What’s the difference between Al Queda, the Taliban and the freedom-loving countries?

The answers: Al Queda and the Taliban represent the Culture of Death. No dancing or singing in the rain. No dancing and no singing in the sunshine or moonlight. Enslavement of women. Alcoholic beverages, forbidden. No zenze of humor.No say in choosing your leaders. No freedom of assembly.

As an expat who enjoys the excitement of Bangkok, I see Muslims on holiday in this cosmopolitan city that is known to as “the Venice of Asia.”
The Muslims on holiday in Bangkok have made a temporary jailbreak from the Culture of Death.

In Bangkok they are seen in pubs, girlie bars, and in massage parlors to partake of “a special massage.” They are partying before returning to their prison cell run by the Al Queda and Taliban wardens. What a grim and grimy torture they suffer until they return to the Culture of Life for a temporary reprieve.

There is another choice open to the prisoners. Break out the shackles and storm the gates…

My favorite Albert Camus quote

“In the depths of winter,
I finally learned that
within me there lay an
incredible summer”

My street-style interpretation: We is more than we think we is.

Albert Camus, the existentialist and writer, hung out with Sarte and his consort.
Hmmm, I can’t remember her name. Like Sarte and Camus she is
also a famous writer. Perhaps Dr. Ya Ya knows her identity.

My Plan To Topple Kaddafi

Last week I received a registered special delivery letter from Paris. I knew it was from Interpol.

The Chief Inspector of the esteemed international police agency informed me that my request to be deputized as an Interpol Special Agent was approved.

I had to reply by telephone—they would accept a collect call. Since I had Skype I decided to save Interpol the long distance charges.

Before I called the Interpol Chief, General Charles de Gaul, I had to choose a code name. This, of course, was to protect
me.

As requested I Skyped the Interpol hotline.

After going thru the multiple prompts, I was told there was a final question to answer.

What is your code name?

Double O Seven, I told the hotline secretary.

Sorry, Sir, 007 is taken.

OK, my code name is Richard Rhubarb. I was calling at the request of the Interpol Chief Inspector Charles de Gaul.

After several moments, the hotline secretary informed me that Richard Rhubarb is not recognized as an Interpol Special Agent.

To verify that I wasn’t a crank caller she asked me to read the encoded numbers and letters at the bottom right hand of the letter.

As requested, I looked at the special code and gave her the information.

I will connect you to the Chief Inspector. The first question he will ask you is to give him your encoded numbers and letters followed by your real name followed by your code name.

General Charles de Gaul answered. Please confirm the following info—

I interrupted him by providing the three details.

Welcome aboard, deputized Interpol Special Agent Rhubarb, General de Gaul said. Report to the Air France counter at the new airport in Bangkok. You have a first class ticket to Paris. A representative will meet you upon your arrival.

Me and my Habipti, my puppy (an Arabic name meaning Sweetheart), were met at the Parisian airport and whisked to General de Gaul’s office at Interpol Headquarters.

Is the puppy necessary for your mission? Gen. de Gaul asked.

Absolutely General, As you may know, Habipti is Arabic for Sweetheart. Puppy understands Arabic commands. He went to language school in Bangkok.

But what’s Sweetheart’s purpose?

General, Kolonel Kaddafi and his three sons will be influenced by the puppy’s love.

General de Gaul thought A very good idea. He addressed me as deputized Agent Richard Rhubarb.

We got down to business. I was given a GPS that would lead me to Kolonel Kaddafi’s office. I was provided with four pairs of handcuffs for the Kolonel and his three sons.

I told the General that I preferred Chinese cuffs to the standard cuffs. Chinese cuffs are placed into the thumbs of the culprit. A chain links the cuffs together.

I was also given credentials that announced and two documents. One document was from General Charles de Gaul informing Kolonel Kaddafi of my status with Interpol.

The second document was from the Chief Prosecutor of the International Court of Justice in the Hague, Sabina le Chocolat.
This important document informed Kolonel Kadaffi that the bearer was to arrest the Libyan non-leader of his people along with his three sons and bring them
to the Hague for a criminal prosecution. The charge was war crimes. A very serious charge.

The following week three more Interpol agents were to arrest the Kadaffi’s leading henchmen and henchwomen to transport them to the Hague on a first class Air France flight from Benghazi to Paris.

I was also given a two-way wrist radio to communicate with Interpol HQ.

The Hague document was stylishly done by sprinkling key phrases: It opened with Dear Kolonel Kaddafi, Allah Akbir (God is Great), following my Allah, the most merciful, the compassionate, the beneficent, etc.

The end of the document contained the muscle. This will be discussed at the showdown meeting with Libya’s non-leader and his three sons.

I received training to ride a camel. I preferred the two-hump variety. Two humps provided a sort of saddle for me.

I named the camel Winston, after Winston Churchill and the cigarette.

Habipti (puppy), Winston and I, deputized Interpol Agent Rhubarb, were dropped from a spy plane at an altitude of 200,000 feet. That height was non-detectable by Libyan radar and sonar. The two parachutes contained me, Habipti and Winston ten miles from Tripoli at an oasis. On cue, we were met by a dozen Bedouins, who were opposed to the non-leader. We feasted on dates, coconut milk, pita bread, yogurt, hummus and baba.
One of the Bedouins, Mohammad al-el Mohammad acted as an interpreter. He rode a one-hump camel.

MEETING KADDAFI AND HIS SONS

The security forces laughed when they saw me. I was dressed in my Lawrence of Arabia costume. They laughed when they found out puppy’s Arabic name.
They couldn’t stop guffawing when they learned of my mission to arrest the Libyan non-leader and his three sons.
I displayed the Chinese cuffs. They also thought that was another joke.
Finally, we were admitted into Kaddafi’s mile-high and mile-wide tent.

I showed him the arrest document issued by the International Court of Justice in the Hague. His sons were shown the document and my credentials from Interpol. They too thought it was a joke.

I showed them the Chinese cuffs. They had never seen the likes of it before. Curious, they tried it on. The more they struggled to remove the shackles, the tighter it became.

I told the non-leader to read the fine print at the bottom of the arrest document.

It informed them that if I failed to contact Interpol by a certain hour all hell would break loose.

All hell was spelled out in the video.

The video was played. The Israeli Prime Minister, Benny Betenyahoo was the chief player. It warned the non-leader that 1) a no-fly zone would be set into motion ASAP if the war crimes criminals failed to report at the Benghazi airport at a specified time; 2) Israeli intelligence knows the exact location of the Libyan airports and heliports. Smart missiles would be launched to demolish them; 3) Israel would be helping Arabs instead of attacking them. Only the non-leader’s hallucinogenic drug addicts would be destroyed in the missile attacks; 4) the non-leaders favorite tent would be flown to the Hague.
PM Benny Betanyahoo reminded the Kolonel that Israeli intelligence was the best in the world. They succeeded in releasing Israeli hostages in the Uganda airport several years ago; Israeli intelligence found Eichmann; Israeli intelligence played a vital role in the 1967 Six-Day war.

Israeli PM Benny Betanyahoo concluded with this video statement: Shalom, Everybody loves Kaddafi, including the International Court of Justice.

Rabbi Moses, wearing a yarmulke, appeared on the video. Rabbi Moses said, Everybody loves Kaddafi. He gave his blessing in Hebrew and Arabic.

Six camels rode from Tripoli, heading for the desert oasis ten miles away.

The banner on the fuselage of the Air France plane screamed: Everybody loves Kaddafi.

Kaddafi swelled with pride. He said, You see, everybody loves me.

Meet Baby Belgian

Baby Belgium with Lunch Bunch at Bangkok's Sizzler's

Baby Belgium is a whopper 350 pounds.

When Baby Belgium takes his holiday to the Land of Heaven on Earth he brings a box of Belgium chocolates to the Lunch Bunch-ers on Friday at Sizzler’s near the Thong Lo Skytrain station.

His job in Belgium is Harbor Master at Antwerp’s sea port. I asked if he blows the whistle when he sees two ships are about to collide.

Baby Belgium said, “Richard, we stopped blowing the whistle fifty years ago. We use GPS and other modern devices to observe where the ships are.”

“I see,” Baby Belgium, pleased to be privy to this updated info.

Baby Belgium told me that Americans are an unhappy bunch. “Except for the expats,” he said. “The only happy Americanos are the expats living abroad. Living in the USA is serving a prison sentence.”

He noted that only 5% of Americans have passports. “Your countrymen and countrywomen are ignorant of world affairs. They still think the USA is the center of the world.”

Baby Belgium challenged me to tell him the geographic location of Belgium.

I told him that was an easy. When I am in the USA I take the Coney Island ferry in Brooklyn. Twenty minutes later the ferry arrives at the Antwerp Harbor in Belgium. I get off the boat and buy a box of Belgium chocolates and hang out with Belgians.

He told me I was wrong. I said it’s obvious Baby Belgium hasn’t taken a look at the latest world map on the internet.

Baby Belgium speaks Flemish, French, English, German, Spanish AND THAI.

I told him I speak Arabic, Finnish, Cherokee Indian, a little Mongolian and some English.

“I know why they call you Richard the Liar-heart,” Baby Belgium said. “You don’t speak Finnish or Arabic. But you do speak a little English.”

He added: “There is no ferry boat ride from Coney Island to Antwerp.”

“Baby Belgium,” I said. “Telling the truth makes me sick. Thus speaking the truth is harmful to me. Do you understand?”

“You always lie.”

“Thank you soooo much, Baby Belgium.”

I asked Baby Belgium for his favorite quotation: He said he likes my quote on the blog: “Life is too serious to be taken seriously.”

Baby Belgium asked me for my favorite quote: “If you thinketh too much, you thinketh too much.”

He told me there are 150 beer brands in Belgium. I told him that’s a lot of beer producers in such a small country.

Baby Belgium doesn’t drink beer. “If you did,” I said, “you would weigh 450 pounds instead of 350.”

I asked if he believes in reincarnation. “Yep yep, Richard, I do.”

I told him I plan to come back as a house dawg.

What would he like to come back as?

He is thinking about it and will email his answer from Belgium.

I asked Baby Belgium to tell the Lunch Bunch-ers his favorite story about Belgium. I quote Baby: “Surprised while burgling a house, the thief ran out the back door, hopped over a fence and landed in the exercise yard of Antwerp’s city prison.”

He asked for my favorite New Yorker story. I said: “A tourist asked a New Yorker how to get to Carnegie Hall. “Practice practice practice.”

Baby Belgium, a gentle whopper, leaves for Belgium next week. He will return to Heaven on Earth on his next holiday. I will give him a farewell present—a whistle in the event the GPS and other devices crash.

THE LUNCH BUNCH-ers are: Arthur (aka UK is OK), Michelle (aka Beach Bum, Aussie), Baby Belgium, Ron Ibold (aka U-Boat, California), Herb (Herbal, New York), Jim (Sick Puppy, Calif.), Richard (Rotten Richard, Richard da Liar-Heart, NY), Les (Do More With Les, Chicago), Randy (Five-Oh, Hawaii), Nuch (Lady Randy, Siam), Roberto (don Roberto, Calif), Don (Magick Man, Aussie), Billy Boy (guitar player, Calif.), Thai Thom (world traveler, USA) and Bill Bill (the Good Samaritan, USA).

ADDENDUM: An occasional member of the Lunch Bunch is Lek Lek (Little Lek), my occasional girlfriend. She refers to me as ‘Wacky.’ In a movie she heard the expression “It’s raining cats & dogs.” Whenever it rains she texts me: “Wacky, it rain cat and dog in my district.” Another occasional member is Lek Yai (Big Lek) and Dave (Hawaii).

Where do suicide bombers go?

I emailed this question to Dr. Omar Zaid, my new friend, “Where do suicide bombers go after they blow themselves up?”

His answer: “According to traditional eschatology, they are
abused in their graves until judgment day, at which time they are
publicly humiliated for the fools they are and then sent straight to
hell for a kind of purgatory lik term (40,000 earth years), after
which they are released to one of the lower realms of heavenly reward
for at least believing in a non-anthropomorphic Creator without any
human relatives or partners.”

Check out his site:

http://zaid-pub.iii4s.org/?page_id=473

I told him that his response should be made available EVERYWHERE in the material and non-material universe.
Dr. Zaid is an MD and a Research Fellow at the prestigious International Institute of Islamic Thought and Civilization. ISTAC is a research and postgraduate institution of the International Islamic University Malaysia (IIUM) offering master and doctoral degrees in Islamic and other civilizations; philosophy, ethics and contemporary issues; Islamic spiritual culture and contemporary society; Muslim world issues; and their respective sub-areas. The institute provides a unique opportunity to study with Muslim scholars from all over the world.

He provided the following citations:

On Suicide: from Huda, About.com Guide

There are a few quite specific sanctions expressed in the Quraan
against self-killing. The Prophet Muhammad (SAW) also assigns suicide
to the lower levels of Hell.
Allah says explicitly in the Quraan,
“And do not kill yourselves. Surely, Allah is Most Merciful to you”.
(Surah An-Nisa Verse 29)
In another verse of the Quraan, Allah says:
“And do not throw yourselves in destruction”. (Surah Al-Baqarah Verse 195)

* Suicide is forbidden. “O ye who believe!… [do not] kill
yourselves, for truly Allah has been to you Most Merciful. If any do
that in rancour and injustice, soon shall We cast him into the
Fire…” (Qur’an 4:29-30).

* The taking of life is allowed only by way of justice (i.e. the
death penalty for murder), but even then, forgiveness is better. “Nor
take life – which Allah has made sacred – except for just cause…”
(17:33).

* In pre-Islamic Arabia, retaliation and mass murder was
commonplace. If someone was killed, the victim’s tribe would
retaliate against the murderer’s entire tribe. This practice was
directly forbidden in the Qur’an (2:178-179). Following this
statement of law, the Qur’an says, “After this, whoever exceeds the
limits shall be in grave chastisement” (2:178). No matter what wrong
we perceive as being done against us, we may not lash out against an
entire population of people.

* The Qur’an admonishes those who oppress others and transgress
beyond the bounds of what is right and just. “The blame is only
against those who oppress men with wrongdoing and insolently
transgress beyond bounds through the land, defying right and justice.
For such there will be a chastisement grievous (in the Hereafter)”
(42:42).

* Harming innocent bystanders, even in times of war, was forbidden
by the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him). This includes women,
children, noncombatant bystanders, and even trees and crops. Nothing
is to be harmed unless the person or thing is actively engaged in an
assault against Muslims.

Here’s just a few about the murder of innocents, etc.

“Fight in the cause of God those who fight you, but do not transgress
limits; for God loveth not transgressors. (The Noble Quran, 2:190)”

“But if the enemy incline towards peace, do thou (also) incline
towards peace, and trust in God: for He is One that heareth and
knoweth (all things). (The Noble Quran, 8:61)”

Dr. Zaid’s latest work The Hand of Iblis—a study of evil. (Iblis is the devil in Islam)has drawn raves.
Dr. Zaid is both fair and brutally honest.
Dr. Mohamed Abdel Kader Hatem, Former Prime Minister of Egypt (Mar. 2010)
Brilliant! I haven’t read such a powerful combination of ideas and studies in years. o,
Correspondent and Critic (Mar. 2010, re: The Hand of Iblis)
Dr. Zaid’s Hand of Iblis is filled with extraordinary facts and exceptional analysis.
Prof. Ibrahim Abu-Rabi in 2009; internationally known scholar and former editor of
The Muslim World who presently holds the Edmonton Council of Muslim Communities’ Chair in Islamic Studies, University of Alberta, Canada.
The Hand of Iblis is finely sifted and mercilessly to the point. The author unveils the present organizational structure and methodologies of secret societies worldwide. Substantiated with documents, inside information, iconographic and archeological proofs along with excellent analysis; Dr. Zaid weaves an extremely detailed tapestry and accurate account of the occult interference in the history of mankind―inclusive of respected historical figures… Dedicated to God‘s Wisdom and Tawhid, I laud the author‘s presentation of a genuinely evenhanded academic thoroughness; one that does not exclude the Divine Revelation. I can say no more than this: ‘Bravo Dr. Zaid’.
Dr. Franz Josef (Ysusf) von Hofler, Ph.D., Islamic and Other Civilizations, ISTAC
I now understand why for thirty years my best ideas and efforts have been blocked by my superiors. It is time to retire and build an ark.
The late Haji Mohd. Taufek Sahran, Dir. of Hikmah, Kuching, E. Malaysia, (2005)
Dr. Omar is the most un-politically correct writer I know. His relentless pursuit of truth is unsparing. That is why we need him and more like him.
Prof. Dr. Hassan EL-Nagar; African, English, Arabic & Comparative Literature (ISTAC)

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Dr. Omar Zaid, my new friend, thank you sooooooo much.

to the dance,

richard