Mon Amie La Rose

Francoise Hardy and Mon Amie La Rose, 1965

Gore Vidal and the " United States of Amnesia"...people with no memory!

Legendary Author Gore Vidal

Gore Vidal , One of America’s most respected writers and thinkers. He’s authored more than twenty novels and five plays. His recent books include Dreaming War, Perpetual War for Perpetual Peace and Imperial America: Reflections on the United States of Amnesia. His latest is Point to Point Navigation: A Memoir. Read or listen

And Gore Vidal Index

1968, 40 years alater

May 1968 was a watershed month for France, when a wave of student and worker protests swept the country and changed French society forever. We speak to George Katsiaficas, author of numerous books, including The Imagination of the New Left: The Global Analysis of 1968.

Listen to Amy Goodman's interview with George Katsiaficas, Professor of Humanities and Sociology at the Wentworth Institute of Technology in Boston. He is the author of numerous books, including The Imagination of the New Left: The Global Analysis of 1968. In Democracy Now

An interview...

Listen to my interview on Akram Mahdavi's execution in May 18, 2008 with Women's Network (Sedaye Zanan-Voice of Women) in Sweden. My name spelled: Ezzat Gusegir.

See some pictures of the victims of war in Women's Network website (War criminals).

McCain's "Spiritual Guide" Wants America to Destroy Islam

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From: Robert Greenwald
and the Brave New Team

"You may have heard of Rev. John Hagee, the McCain supporter who said God created Hurricane Katrina to punish New Orleans for its homosexual "sins." Well now meet Rev. Rod Parsley, the televangelist megachurch pastor from Ohio who hates Islam. According to David Corn of Mother Jones, Parsley has called on Christians to wage war against Islam, which he considers to be a "false religion." In the past, Parsley has also railed against the separation of church and state, homosexuals, and abortion rights, comparing Planned Parenthood to Nazis.

John McCain actively sought and received Parsley's endorsement in the presidential race. McCain has called Parsley "a spiritual guide," and he hasn't said whether he shares Parsley's vicious anti-Islam views. That's because the mainstream media refuses to ask. And so, we've taken matters into our own hands, joining Mother Jones to present the truth about McCain's pastor:

Watch the video: http://bravenewfilms.org/watch/22602497/38133?utm_source=rgemail

Since the media won't question McCain about his deeply bigoted pastor, it's up to you to call attention to this issue. Make McCain's pastor problem a major story by forwarding this video to your family, friends, and colleagues. Digg it! More...

Persian Dance, Faryad!

Shahrokh Moshkin ghalam

McMafia!

Illegal trade accounts for nearly one-fifth of global GDP. Jerome McDonnell will take a journey through the global criminal underworld with former BBC Correspondent Misha Glenny. Misha documents his travels investigating organized crime in the new book McMafia.

Demokracy!

Demokracy by Abjeez

Psssst Do Something!

The Real McCain!

Jacques Brel's Le Dernier Repas

Jacques, you still live around us, when you say "God is dead"...
Le Dernier Repas
And....Suel
And who are the losers of early morning? Les Paumes de Petit Matin
I am a summer Evening

Lucia will dance tonight

By: Mahasti Shahrokhi

Translated by: Ezzat Goushegir

Lucia is calm, clever, and quiet. When they cheat her and pull the wool over her eyes, she would remain silent, but with her quick, delicate fingers taps repeatedly something which I can’t clearly understand what she means. She repeats over and over until I get what she really wants to tell me. I get angry for what she has been through and I scream out loud. Then she takes a deep breath and remains silent.

There are times when they cheat me and pull the wool over my eyes, too, and I wouldn’t be able to utter a word. I remain silent but it eats me from within. Lucia senses it quickly and with her quick, delicate fingers starts to restlessly communicate with me. She takes a deep breath and holds my hand tenderly to calm me down. I clearly know that if some day I’m in need, it would be Lucia who will stay beside me.

Lucia, lovely Lucia, whenever they cheat us and pull the wool over our eyes, she would constantly repeat something with her quick fingers, and I shout out loudly and restlessly, and she breathes deeply and smiles warmly, then holds my hand to calm me down.

Lucia, the innocent, kind Lucia….

She is the voice of the voiceless world. And it is I who sometimes speaks for her. Lucia is right: we should celebrate the only one chance of our “Being”, whether by shouting out loud or being silent. Lucia has always taught me that this is the way of life.

Maurice will throw a party tonight. I’m not in a mood to attend his party and bear all the noise. I tell Maurice I wouldn’t come.

Lucia looks at me with surprise. I explain to her the reasons. A spark flashes in her eyes.

I ask, “Will you go there, Lucia?”

Lucia shakes her head, and her eyes shine with joy.

- Lucia, do you like to dance?

She nods once again.

- …and you’ll dance?

She nods repeatedly.

I say: Maurice, I’ll come then, tonight!

- What made you change your mind? Maurice asks.

- Because Lucia will dance tonight. I can’t miss it!

- That’s right! Lucia will dance tonight.

Marketing Machines!

In Bill Moyers Journal, Melody Petersen the author of OUR DAILY MEDS talks about the dangers of Market- driven pharmaceutical industry...Watch the Video...

BILL MOYERS: You say, "The medicine merchants have learned to sell us hopes and dreams. A pill for every desire. Too few of us realize the dangers. "

MELODY PETERSEN: All you have to do is watch television and you will see...READ MORE...

The slap!

A film by Ehsan Amani. Enjoy it!

Please don't be him!

By: Ivy Daily

(Ivy Daily has an original style of writing. This is her first story she wrote for an assignment in creating writing class in Winter 2008.)

The first time Christina heard "Best of You" by the Foo Fighters, she had just landed at Shripol airport in Amsterdam. He had texted her and told her he would be a few minutes late meeting her, so she took to the time to familiarize herself with her surroundings and to “people watch”. She enjoyed taking in the view of the diverse culture: people oblivious to the fact that they should dislike each other because had different colored skin. She was enjoying being out of America just for this little piece of heaven.

She had only seen one little photo of him in the six years they had known each other online. Would she recognize him when he did get there? She looked around the airport: that could be him over there….or maybe that’s him? Suddenly she noticed the fair-haired tall stranger searching the airport with his eyes obviously looking for someone. He was an incredibly beautiful human being. She thought to herself: “Please don’t be him” as thoughts of self-doubt and negative body image entered her head. Sure enough, his eyes met hers and he smiled. She fell instantly in love with him.

It seems that it is customary to have coffee in Amsterdam so before they even left the airport; he suggested they have a cup. Her heart beat so loud, she could barely make out the words from his wonderful mouth. They sat, they talked but her eyes never met his, even when he lowered his head and ducked down to force her to look at him. It got so bad that she once even turned away so she could talk without being nervous. She felt like a school girl again.

Over the course of the next week, they spent every waking moment together. She did not want to go to sleep for fear she’d miss something. She felt “Plain Jane” but the Dutchman made her feel “Grace Kelly”. He treated her like a queen: opening doors for her, ordering meals for her, cooking for her, serenading her by guitar. He spent his money freely on her lavishing her with her heart’s content and beautiful hotel rooms. As each day passed, it became easier to look into those eyes and she lost herself in the still blue lake beyond them. She found herself missing him already even though she was still in his presence.

She had never in her life met a man like him. He was intelligent, spiritual, sensual and the best part was he laughed at her jokes. And when he smiled, she could see the joy in his eyes. He was as great a listener as he was a speaker. He held on to her every word. This was something very new and exciting to her as most of the men in her life had relegated her to be seen and not heard. Their last night together, they stayed up all night talking. He tried to convince her to extend her trip one more day. Tears filled their eyes as they knew, in a matter of hours, they would have to say goodbye.

As they said goodbye at the airport, it was apparent he had fallen in love with her as well.

Moon Sun Flower Game

Moon Sun Flower Game a film by Claus Strigel.
A documentary fairy-tale that begins in a north Iranian leprosy colony and winds its way to Munich’s Westend: there the Iranian poet in exile, Hossein Mansouri, goes in search of the boy and discovers a real oriental fable about his own roots and the magical power of words.

One more time...Jacques Brel

Jacques, I love you, I really love you...I really really love you....Be fore I go to bed...one more time Ne me quitte pas...
And....Good Night....Oh no...Have a candy --Les Bonbons-- then GOOD NIGHT...Wait...there is always something, a dream or a fantasy when night falls....Aren't we all a Don Quixote in away?
Where are we coming from when we open our eyes? Where are we really going when we close them? Aren't we coming from La Mancha? L'homme de la Mancha

Precious Life

Precious Life
By: Azam Houle

This morning, as I was driving to work, the traffic came to a gentle stop for about 10 minutes in all four lane while an indecisive duck, waddling back and forth on the road, made a decision on which side of the road he wanted to be. I marveled at how patiently in the morning rush to work, people paused in their cars allowing the duck to make up his mind. I thought this was beautiful in respect for precious life.

But in my heart I wondered how we can all go on living in silent agreement with the continuous carnage inflicted in our name, on men, women, and children halfway across the world. Do those human beings not deserve the same reflection and respect from us to pause for their lives, as we do for wandering birds?

We're In A Dangerous Time!

Listen to and Meet two Dominican sisters Ardeth Platte and Carol Gilbert who each spent years in federal penitentiary for their protest at a US nuclear missile base in Colorado. They drew a symbolic cross on one of the Minuteman III nuclear missile using their own blood. They came to Chicago from their community at Jonah House to be honored by the Third Convocation of Dominican Sisters. More in World View....

Lucia Will Dance Tonight!

Lucia Will Dance Tonight, a beautiful piece in Persian by Mahasti Shahrokhi in Chachman Bidar.

Totally Obliterate Iran!!!

Hillary Clinton's obscene language on attacking Iran goes too far...

"I want the Iranians to know that if I'm the president, we will attack Iran," Clinton said April 22 in an interview with ABC. More..

Obama said, "It's not the language we need right now, and I think it's language reflective of George Bush." More...