A kid statue named Obama?

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 Associated Press reports: Fidel Castro, who ceded power to his younger brother in February 2008, at first praised Obama, even supporting his winning of the Nobel Peace Prize. But the elder Castro wrote last week that Obama “friendly smile and African-American face” are hiding Washington sinister intentions for Latin America.

And only yesterday the recently erected Obama’s statue in Jakarta turned weird. His friendly smile and African-American face could not been seen enlightening the park anymore. The figure depicting a kid whispered a mangled English—popular in the city now—to an ignorant passerby, “Ai lup yu pul” (I Love you full)

The man addressed did not hear it; looking round, instead he just said calmly, “Wait a minute. It reminds me of someone. A boy died of a student brawl!”

Spontaneously, he looked up at the statue in a full amazement!

“What a waste of money!”

2012 lets Obama down

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There’s a recorded voice of Obama somewhere, “At the end of the day, the success of this operation will be determined in the minds of the Afghan people.”

The voice keeps echoing in the air: “It’s not the number of people you kill; it’s the number of people you convince. It’s the number of people that don’t get killed. It’s the number of houses that are not destroyed. It’s the number of children that do get to go to school. And as we increase our force numbers, we also increase our force capability because we understand that better.”

It’s dark everywhere and nature has already calmed down and Obama’s voice’s heard again, “I think it is going to make a huge difference. I think we’ll be in great shape.”

To nobody curiosity, the voice’s fading changed by a dying quietness. No body around, no living things to breath around the debris. It’s 2012! What a prediction an uncle Sam’s filmmaker has made!

Barack Obama puzzled by scavenger or Spiderman?

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Barack Obama puzzled by scavenger or Spiderman?

The President of the United States, Barack Obama who used to live in Jakarta and now has already sent his troops to Afghanistan, has never been told that Peter Parker who came to the capital of Indonesia last week is covering the Bank Century case which now has become byword of the country.

Peter was standing on garbage clogging the Manggarai sluice gate in South Jakarta this December 1st, driving curiosity among passersby.

“Hey, what’re you doing there? It’s the city authorities’ concern not yours,” somebody cried out at him.

“This has occurred for decades!” the man kept shouting.

Peter didn’t respond. To his surprise, the man talking to him pointed a stick at him. And as Peter stared at him, he became restless and offended. Quickly he let out a mobile phone of his pocket and started to call Obama.

“Mr. President, you’re not going to believe this,” he whispered. “An Afghanistan rebel is here, scavenging up there!”

Unfortunately, the line was engaged soon. Several minutes later, there came an SMS saying, “So who’s the guy in red and blue crawling on our jet plane?”

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