STILL, I AM THE GLORY OF HOSNI MUBARAK

This old buddy of yours should have been a stand-up comedian. However, as for this moment, i am who I am and you are what you are, and that's enough for me.


I, Hosni Mubarak, can control you just by thinking. Please, be a witness to my silent work: I am the glory of Egypt. I can control you just by thinking. Still, let me guide you through the only metaphor I know: power is made of meaningless children who believe the clown is not a stand-up comedian.


“Take this banana, otherwise you will never be the President of Egypt” my mother used to tell me in my dreamlike childhood. “This banana contains all the secrets of the ancients. So, just eat it or alaskan mosquitoes will follow you anywhere I want”


Thanks to my mother now I can control you just by thinking: no one runs against the President. Still, let me guide you through the only metaphor I know: power has the strange perfume of panic and makes me feel young again. Yes, I am the glory of Egypt.


This old buddy of yours should have been a stand-up comedian.Please, be a witness to my silent work: I was re-elected by majority votes in several referendums just by thinking. As for this moment, I am who I am and you are what you are, and that's enough for me.

Yes, I am the glory of Hosni Mubarak.

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NO, MR. ROBERT MUGABE IS NOT MY FIANCÉ!

Once I was a freedom fighter. Now I fight colonialism and anti-colonialism, my friends.

I always eat an apple by candlelight because those crazy galaxies are freezing in my head, Mr. Mugabe says to his friends. Allow me to offer you some fruit, my friends. I always eat an apple by candlelight. Go ahead and talk about those crazy people who are against me, my friends.

Do they think they are too clean to be real, my friends?


I always eat an apple by candlelight because my enemies are freezing in my head.


Please, eat some fruit, my friends. Go ahead and talk about those crazy galaxies which are against me. Do they think they are too clean to be real? According to my plan, everything in the universe is in love with my mirror. You are no exception, my friends.


Once I was a freedom fighter. Now I fight colonialism and post-colonialism, my friends.


Please, eat some fruit, my friends. Now may we discuss the possibility of pretending you aren't in love with my mirror, my friends? Please, eat some fruit, my friends. Now may we discuss the possibility of pretending that those crazy galaxies out there are not Mr. Mugabe?


I always eat an apple by candlelight. While I suspect you, my friends, are you aware you will never see you again in my mirror, my friends?


My corruption is far better than yours, my friends. And what about those crazy galaxies out there? Why do they cry “No, Mr. Robert Mugabe is not my fiancé?" Have they gone crazy? Why don`t they eat apples by candlelight?

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KING ABDULLAH FROM SAUDI ARABIA ENJOYS HUMAN RIGHTS

Does the honeybee have any self awareness? Are we dead or alive?

As you know, I enjoy human rights, Lucy, says king Abdullah. I am afraid to sleep completely disregarding the laws of physics, Lucy. Although I ordered you to go across a mine field I have paralyzed myself with your beauty, Lucy.

Does the honeybee have any self awareness? Are we dead or alive?

You know you have me completely, Lucy. Just as things started to make sense pain and suffering were sent to you this morning, Lucy. Are you dead or alive, Lucy?

I am afraid to sleep completely disregarding the laws of you name, he says to Lucy.

As you know, I enjoy freedom of speech, Lucy. Listen to those songbirds in the distance. They all could be werewolves. I don´t want to believe this is the result of a conspiracy. There is no explanation for this. Those birds need a better way to spend their time, Lucy.

Lucy, does Lucy have any self awareness? Is she dead or alive?


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KIM JONG-iL´S BIRTHDAY

I, Kim Jong-il, keep dreaming about riding on a comet, lads.

When I open my eyes you will see sky slowly changing from pink to gray to blue to green to yellow to Me, lads.

This is my birthday, lads. I want you to choose my love. I do it with joy because you love me, lads.

You don´t need your names, lads. Pretend to be someone else and leave your worries behind. I want you to choose my love. I do it with joy because you love me, lads.

Despite your frequent complaints, lads, my love has a very good eyesight. I just steal candy from babies, lads. This is my birthday, lads. Even as you wear your medals like chains this is also your birthday, lads.

I promise you, lads, that Snow White will seek the attention of you all, lads.

I determine that you must close you eyes and speak in tongues, lads. Just pretend to be someone else and leave your worries behind, lads.

I determine, lads, that justice has been done.

나는 너를 의 김 슬쩍 밀기il사랑한다

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AHMADINEJAD LIKES NAZI FLOWERS

These scars are our only beauty and fog is still too thick to be real.

Abandon hope, they said. We are in Auschwitz. You still have your desire, they said. We are nazi flowers. You know the importance of being prepared in a moment of perfection.

No matter what they say night is full of whispers. You, Jew, compare your reason to our dream untill you enjoy it.

Abandon hope, they said. Happiness has made us crazy.

However, fifty years later Mr. Ahmadinejad likes nazi flowers with x-ray vision. He plays Wagner and tries to make some improvements. The sky is surprisingly fragile.

He likes nazi flowers and wants to be reborn just to prove a point. There are still more secrets to be revealed, he says. Holocaust has vanished into my garden and this is my true satisfaction.

Why don´t I feel myself turning to stone? He says.

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CIA FLYING CIRCUS

I have never been lost enough to forget you, Condolezza.

Dancing soldiers with fire in their eyes are still waiting for me. They want me to have a revealing moment in the yard. This is the reason they were born.

They are comedians who like to see me suffer in Guantanamo Hotel.

Someone has a sense of fulfillment. In an unfamiliar room someone screams, everything he sees is neatly askew. He dreams and tortures. And he says close your eyes and join me in my dream of soldier at Guantanamo Hotel. You see,

the sun can't reach us and there is nothing we need.

Azores will live in the glory of Guantanamo Hotel. The moon begins to rise wonderfully, without explanation. I have never been lost engouh to forget you, Condolezza.

I have never been lost enough to forget you, George W. Bush.

My son, whom you will remember, laughs in secret and will show you his scars.

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HUGO CHAVEZ´ TOYS

He dances when he thinks no one is around.

In the cool midday Hugo Chavez is hunting for Venezuelans. This is a familiar situation for Him and He is trying too hard. They all volunteered for medical experiments.

Hugo Chavez insists this is true happiness. A lot of songs start out this way. I say this is a classic scenario. With an eye on the exit all toys are using His name.

He hides His true nature and slinks in like a cat.

Unpredictably, He is inspired by a moment of clarity. They are all using His name.They are His toys. What does this mean? He asks. He falls into space and world seems new.

Hugo, play the harp of your toys, you need not worry. They all volunteered for medical experiments, remember?

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