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Archive for March 18th, 2011

Qadhafi has been air-bombing the citizens of Libya in the last two weeks:  He considers people uprising against his dictatorship regime of 42 years as roaches and rats to be eradicated.  Finally, the UN security council voted for a “No fly zone” over Libya.  

Just a few countries will participate in preventing Qadhafi using his military jets against civilians. For example, the US, France, England and Norway have announced their readiness to applying the resolution and Italy will open its military bases for these kinds of retaliations.

Most probably, the resolution would not have been put to vote if Qadhafi refrained from using his airforce.  Sort that there was a tacit agreement among the “civilized developed States” on the concept that it was reasonable behavior for Qadhafi to firing cannons and missiles on civilians, to encircling towns and cities and preventing food to arriving, shutting off water supplies, and cutting off electricity from hospitals…Only that Qadhafi used his airforce against civilians!

How many Libyans should have died, if Qadhafi didn’t use his airforce, before the UN gets into action?

How many Libyans must have been injured, a cut-off of admissible level, prior to the Un to realize that crimes against humanity were being committed daily?

You hear all kinds of excuses such as:

Foreign citizens had to be repatriated before any decisive actions be considered, especially western citizens.

Oil production is to be secured and preliminary negotiations needed to be undertaken for supply and demand.  With the exception of Russia (last year) and King Faisal of Saudi Arabia in 1973, no oil exporting State used oil as a strategic leverage:  Oil has been produced as a cheap energy commodity.

Prior negotiations among the States and multinational corporations investing in Libya  had to be satisfied for reasonable quota sharing after the end of Qadhafi regime.

What is not leaked to the public is that most governments (dictators, democratic, Arab, western, and eastern States…) delayed actions because they sent their intelligence services into Libya in order to destroying incriminating evidences from files of joint criminal ventures and terrorist attacks during the long Qadhafi rule.

We have this bitter taste that all States with vested interests in Libya were willing to strike a blackmail deal with Qadhafi: Reduced power for Qadhafi with increased business advantages to the investors.

Apparently, Qadhafi went a bit too far engaging his air force against civilians and the UN had to save its face publicly. Qadhafi has to go now. And it is no longer a matter of maintaining a “No Fly Zone”.

Note:  Libya is not well:  The revolutionaries are not able to hold long enough on any city and town, except Benghazi.  The city of Misrata has been encircled by the Qadhafi troops for over two months now, and the citizens are lacking of almost everything to survive.  Couldn’t the UN finish with Qadhafi and save the civilians further infami and suffering?

Best Longest Sex Engagement

I was having a sweet wet night dream, and my semi-consciousness kicked in and took over directing the porno section of the movie.

Obviously, I was the main male actor (I later received the Oscar for best passive performance ever) and she deserved the Oscar of best energetic female actress, with flying colors.  Being a great passive partner in sex is a valuable recognition in heterosexual engagement.

I was facing her back in bed.  I approached my right knee close to her tight behind and kind of barely nudged her flesh. I retained my breath.  Heat spread down my leg:  I guess my imagination excited the appropriate “heat hormones” in me.

Slowly but surely, I felt that external muscle pressures were exerted on my knees.  The cadence of these perceptible pressures told me that my imagination had no role in these events. I refrained from any movement:  She was leading the game and I had learned the best role expected from me.

She flexed her right leg up and I gently grabbed her hot and small right foot.  I kept her foot, this most valuable prize ever and massaged it softly without attempting to tickle her.

She inserted her foot between my legs and moved it swiftly upward.  She squeezed gently on my Junior (nicknamed Bush).  Junior was as erect as the Royal Guard in front of Buckingham Palace entrance.  I could imagine her wide grin, making faces, and skewering her eyes looking straight on Royal Junior when we visited London.

She held softly Junior and she didn’t need to rub it:  She just let the warmth of her hand excite my great imagination.  She knew that I prefer that she inserts Junior herself and thus, save me much exacerbation and futile, wasteful early ejection.

I had first to be totally sure that I am IN:  I had previous lousy experiences in that confidence part.  After I am IN, I could play dead and nothing would matter in my contribution.

She is the exquisite operations researcher in maximizing her pleasure:  She is expert in optimizing the proper position, rhythm, location, duration, timing, breath cadence, touching gestures, whispering mantra of “I love you’, you are the best, the most handsome, the sexiest,…

She knows not to use her lovely and sharp nails during love-making, not even in touching:  You don’t want to have a threatening attitude.

We reached climax.  Obviously, I warned her to get ready and quick.  She is the ultimate professional. All my senses were blackened out and I lived in a total void for a few seconds. Nothing really functions.  This is real death.  When I emerged to the world of the living, my breathing was like a steam train arriving to station.

I love looking at her lovely face after intercourse:  She glows and radiates contentment and total relaxation.  I can face any danger at this moment.

As long as she doesn’t demand an encore, I can sleep the sleep of the caves.

As long as she doesn’t start conversation, this night is a success story.

I wish I was a woman in such a debate:  This scene would have been more believable, more pleasurable, and not requiring so much imaginative perverse prowess.


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