Thank you demonstrators! Thank you for showing us that our leaders in the West are hypocrite wimps. We have a great word for it in Hebrew, CHARZAF, which is the abbreviation of CHARA ZAF (shit floats). When you remove the saccharine surface, shit floats.
The West is a proud democracy trying to bully every other country into becoming a democracy. Well, not every country, only where they think they can win (like Iraq). The US administration was very pro demonstrators in Egypt, for instance, saying they are right in demanding freedom and democracy. If the US truly believed in their ideals, then they would not exploit Chinese slave labor, would have to do nothing with China until they granted human rights to their people. The US is big enough to be self-sufficient; it would be less rich, more modest and in integrity with its ideals. But no, greed is stronger than the ideals, so they pay lip service to their ideals and while stating that they want human rights and democracy globally, they exploit slave labor, they get their oil from countries that suppress, kill and maim women, and in general behave in ways unacceptable according to US moral standards.
Europe is even worse perhaps, their hypocrisy shit floats. If they were true to their ideals, to which they only pay lip service, they would have said that Gaddafi is a terrorist (remember for example, the Pan Am Flight 103, the so-called Lockerbie bombing with 270 people dead in 1988? Gaddafi had several similar feats) and that he should drown in his oil instead of buying oil from him. They too supported the Egyptian “freedom fighters,” they too said to Mubarak to stand down but now, that it knocks their own economy, when they are worried about their own oil supply from Libya, they stutter and are speechless witnessing Gaddafi killing hundreds of innocent civilians. Why don’t they tell him to stand down? Now that their economy can get hurt, human rights matter less?
Greed and humane ideals just cannot coexist. Tolerance towards everything (including intolerance of others) just cannot continue to exist. Wanting it all just ends up in politically correct hypocrisy. I can disagree with, and yet respect greedy SOBs who say, they don’t give a damn about anyone else, but I despise the self-righteous politically correct wimps who cannot stand up for their own proclaimed ideals.

Just as the Penrose stairs cannot be described with certainty as leading up or down, neither can dream reality be defined with certainty as either being reality or illusion, as we learn from the last scene (the parameter throughout the movie for establishing whether they experience reality or a dream is a top that in reality stops wobbling, whereas in dream reality, continues to wobble).
It is rare to discover a work that crosses the boundaries of literary fiction and leaves the reader thinking, contemplating life, questioning one’s purpose for being. Philosopher and writer Clara Szalai has created such a gift in her thought-provoking and delightful novel The God Maker: How God Became God. As much a story of self-discovery as it is a challenge to readers to ponder the meaning of all life, Szalai draws us into her story and holds us spellbound. The creator of the philosophy known as Holophany (the manifestation of wholeness), Szalai introduces us to an amnesic man who awakens in a hospital and must be guided toward regaining his identity. Along the way, he encounters SHET the God maker, who appeals to this everyman to become God, lest terrible events occur. The beauty of this novel is in the writing, true, but also in the author’s ability to introduce the complexities of philosophy through a wise and poignant tale about a man who loses everything…and finds himself.
When Pumpking was a young cat, he was a pacifist. I saw him once attacked by a feral; although twice the size of the feral, he only cried and would not lift a paw, let alone claw someone. Then UPO, the cat sovereign of all the cats of the household, died. Pumpking was UPO’s natural heir, the biggest male of all the cats, no one doubted his ascendancy. Nevertheless, the girls started bitching, claws drawn, hissing, spitting, and in general, the cat population in the house was in turmoil. Pumpking, the pacifist, took them one by one and beat them up. Within a couple of hours, harmony was reinstated, and all the cat boys started adoring Pumpking and the girls respected him.