Those beggars

I never give money to beggars. Some of them I simply don't believe, others even piss me off.
A man that can spend 6-8 hours in the blistering heat on a busy junction, can and should work. These bustards are leeching on social security, meanwhile they are making a lot of money on the streets.
The problem is that there are so many of them. It seems that there are more of them as each year passes. At least, I don't see people on the street sleeping in carton boxes, yet.

Learning new skills

A few days ago, I've finished reading a book about DHTML and CSS. Both of the are technologies widely used in web design. Right now I hope to find some time to apply my newly acquired knowledge on my blog.
So don't be surprised if you see some redesigning done.

In every joke...

I remember an old and sad joke:

An old Armenian, on his death bed in Russia, calls for his sons. When they are all assembled, he tells them: "my sons, take care of the Jews, once they are done with them, they would get to us."

There is another paraphrased saying : "in every joke there is a grain of joke (originally truth)".
After hearing the reports how Georgians are treated in Russia at these days, I cannot but to be reminded of this joke. The vicious hunt and discrimination the Georgians are facing nowadays in Russia, alarmingly, remind of the situation the Jews were facing in the Nazi Germany at 1935.

The race for the second place

I was wondering, which country would take the "honorable" spot of being the second Islamic country, after Pakistan, to possess nuclear weapons.
I have two likely candidates:
One is Iran, an orthodox Islamic state, which in defiance of international community, feverishly tries to achieve nuclear weapons. The other is France, which already possesses nuclear weapons, but not yet became officially Islamic.
Who would you bet on?

Like a bad dream

For the last six months or so, I have this feeling that the world is going from bad to worse. Iran, Syria, North Korea, corruption, murder and all the other sick reports that I get to read, watch or listen, give me a surrealistic feeling. It reminds me of Saruman from "The Lord Of The Rings", how he watched dark future presented for him by Sauron in the palantir.

What is worse, it looks like very few in the world see the danger and where it comes from. This part scares me most. Using a different allegory, when playing the role of Cassandra, the only gratitude you can expect, are some poisonous snakes to bite you.

Don't you get this feeling sometimes, that this all is a bad dream and you just want to wake up?