ANNOUNCING THE LATEST NEW ADDITION TO TIA-ANNA'S GROWING EXTENDED FAMILY!
CRYSTAL PALESTINE!!! UPDATED FEB 12 2011!

Crystal Palestine bares her soul to all (but keeps her body very carefully under wraps) from the safety of her mercifully bomb-proof basement.

CrystalBlog Feb. 2011:
Yay! If it hasn't been one helluva time down Egypt way lately!!! Good riddance to that former military cop guy Ehud Mu-Barak-Obama or whatever his name's called again; don't they all seem to have the same kinda name when they're in that line of business; can't really tell the difference between them anymore: 'And the Garadene pigs started increasingly to look like Garadene men, and the men started to look like pigs, until one could no longer tell which was which'; or something like that, as the passage in the Korrian and the Crispian Bible says... I'll keep you posted about all the latest, and in the meantime, from now on, mine's a bacon butty, and I'd like one also for me pet dog, Gadaffi...



CrystalBlog Nov. 2010:
Global Spin Radio: So how did you finally come to the attention of such a large audience? Did you peep out of your basement one day after the Mossad Flying Squad had done their worst on a typical Saturday Night, and people were absolutely amazed that anyone had managed to survive one of those dreaded full-on Israeli Police-Raids?'
CP: No, not really, -Inshalla- I was already the toast of Yasser Arafat Street (and Yasser Arafat Avenue, Yasser Arafat Close, Yasser Arafat Gardens, Yasser Arafat Lane, Yasser Arafat Way, etc. etc.) here in downtown Ramallah, for a long time now, because I did so well in PALESTINE'S GOT TALENT, our new answer to all that vulgar propaganda -sorry 'Light Entertainment'- put out by the Israelis for years now on talent shows like 'Eurovision'. And to think they're STILL kidding themselves for all these years that they're EUROPEAN! I've seen more European-looking people when visiting Chile back in 1982, or when touring Pakistan just recently (OOPS! Please say you didn't hear that!!!)
G. S. R.: OK, then, so how's life bearing up for you in your local refugee-camp since you reached the Final of PGT? I hear you have singlehandedly managed to get the water supply repaired, getting some of the -erm- tents improved and some of the local streets cleaned.
C.P. I'm glad you're interested in my local civic amenities drive; with any luck, if I raise enough money in the next year, I'll make our refugee-camp ten times better than even the fanciest of those Israeli squatter-camps -SORRY! settlements just across the way, all along the border of the West Bank from Jerusalem to Allah knows where. Why, just yesterday, I helped bang in some of the tent-pegs for the newest part of our tow- SORRY, Camp!, had trouble when a couple of the pegs punctured the new water-main Unicef had just laid the other week: As the tents are somewhat unconventional, erm, in fact they're actually -Shhh-concrete apartment-buildings up to six storeys high, you can imagine how huge the pegs are, and I haven't told you about the guy-ropes: The other week, one of the most eccentric imams in the East, Walid Jumblehat, was on a visit with his personal Talib- (SORRY! You didn't hear that! Promise???) -erm bodyguards, and one of them tripped over a guy-rope of the town hall, only bringing the clock down for the 13th time (How unlucky) and strangling a couple of stray cats which were wandering around at the time!
G. S. R.: How intriguing! This must be some 'Refugee-Camp'. And most of your houses -sorry, 'tents'- have mains electricity too! Imagine that!
C. P.: -I dont need to imagine it, I have it! G. S. R.:

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