Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
Hussein has chosen to spend his money on building weapons of mass destruction and palaces for his cronies.
Millions of men have lived to fight build palaces and boundaries shape destinies and societies but the compelling force of all times has been the force of originality and creation profoundly affecting the roots of human spirit.
While civilization has been improving our houses it has not equally improved the men who are to inhabit them. It has created palaces but it was not so easy to create noblemen and kings.
Happiness is like those palaces in fairy tales whose gates are guarded by dragons: we must fight in order to conquer it.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do chapels had been churches and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.
My dreams were always small and puny. All I ever needed was a little house with a little picket fence by the sea. Little did I know that I would live in Malacanang Palace for 20 years and visit all the major palaces of mankind. And then also meet ordinary citizens and the leaders of superpowers.
Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.
Apparently one in five people in the world are Chinese. And there are five people in my family so it must be one of them. It's either my mum or my dad. Or my older brother Colin. Or my younger brother Ho-Chan-Chu. But I think it's Colin.