He limped into town in the middle of the night, beaten and bitter. Or when a used car salesman tries to sell you a hoopty hidden under a coat of fresh paint. His tongue pierces and his eyes burn, and he knows when to turn it on. So it was recently that I’d received a text from the drifter, the rolling stone, late in the night as I slept lightly, listening to the clacking of naked tree branches violently snapping against one another just outside my window during a windstorm. He’s at it again, reeling about the bigotry and arrogance of the GOP, of Boehner and Ryan and other tea-type tarts. Kill two birds – meet him for a drink forget all about the maniacal religious who light up shopping malls with bullets & bombs in the name of their God, or maybe I’d rather expel the image of that dog, chained to a fence, left in the bitter cold.
The magazine The Economist published an article on 3rd September this year with the title, “I don´t”, describing how most Japanese who want to get married find it hard to accomplish their goal.This letter was written in response to an article: Dear Editor: I'm sorry but I would like to challenge some of your Indian male readers.I am a White female who is engaged to an Indian male-good-looking, educated and loving.If Indian women are so up in arms about us being with their men, why don't they look at themselves and make some changes.I am tired of the dirty looks I get and snide remarks when we're out in public.