I have turned into the Tunisian Ox of Tourism. In my mind, for the benefit of humanity, not just the people of Tunisia… though that would be sufficiently satisfactory in and of itself.

Who exactly do I think I am? I’ll answer that.

What, no malouf?

So that we can have life that’s worth living.

As the shafts being sunk into our waters for oil from the Gulf to Alaska.

You don’t know The Violent Bear It Away?

“They try to make us think that solidarity is just givin’ to charity, never mind the reason we got such disparity”… or what needs to be done to deal with that disparity.

I’m ready.

I jump around for good reason.

How to beat a dead horse? Let me count the ways.