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watch le video then read le article * Last week I  posted on my Creative Blog, the latest in the Hand of Gordon Series . I sub-dubbed it,  "Gordon goes to the Gates of Hell". It was Act 13 in the series. I had not planned that THAT piece be the 13th... it just happened to fall that way. I however, had me a good chuckle at the way, it all  played out. * A couple weeks before that, I sat in the taxi heading back to the office. The driver and his friend were talking about Play Whe Marks.  Side-Bar: Now - if you don't live in Trinidad & Tobago or are not prone to play the game/gamble - you should know that Play Whe Marks are all based on dream logic and supernatural interpretations. Advertising agency junkies like myself have tried to push the brand out of that but let's face it, if uncle Joe had a dream about a flying centipede with a loose woman and an opium man, he knows to play 1, 16 or 29. And if he almost gets bitten by a big dog, he KNOWS

                                  Watch this Sesame Street video and remember.  This morning, the office sort of shut down as we all [okay most of us] gathered round a Mac to watch old Sesame Street songs/videos. I blame my friend Ian for that. Posting this video on his faceboys wall, caused us all to just revisit the good ol' [drug induced?] days.  Of course, for me, a fresh sadness crept it as i realised a stunning truth: We have failed Sesame Street. We have failed ourselves.  All of us with our issues about every thing, every one and every group; who [only] see the darkness every where... we ALL grew up watching Sesame Street and we have not learned. What happened world? What happened to Tolerance? What happened to Understanding?  How quickly we have forgotten the rules. How easy it was to just exile common sense to the desert of childhood memories.  "Pssht! Sesame Street. That's to teach kids. The world isn't a sunny place like 123 Sesame

                                Always mind your surroundings. Play the track: read the blog. Pax The human capacity for spotting the truth is uncanny. Even if one denies the existence of it, when truth  speaks we know it is real. Especially when it comes from the mouths of our leaders. You may  clap louder, hoping that the noise will drown it out, but once you get that feeling… you know you’ve  been hit by truth. For example, when your leaders say, that they are disturbed by crime, you know  they’re saying it to satiate you; or when a they join the Muslim community in prayer – kneeling  ‘respectfully’ et al [when you’ve NEVER seen them do so before] –  you feel they’re being just a little  disingenuous.  BUT… when a leader in public life, a holder of political office no less, says to you that [in  essence] his way of life is threatened by gays, in fact HETEROSEXUALS [and their way of life] are being   threatened [if I’m quoting TV6 correctly], YOU KNOW that he’s telling the tru