Yellow Brick Road AJS

Just a spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down
Sweet Mary Jane, won't you lay me down?
Lost my heart in California, lost my mind
Shot me down with a revolver, got me high
Then a heart of gold came on the stereo, Mr. Young made me cry
Then all the colors of the rainbow fell in my eyes

I lost my mind long ago
Down that yellow brick road
I lost my mind long ago
Down that yellow brick road

Took a train to the river where I dove right in
That skinny dipping girl made the blue bird sing
Fell in love in California, she blew my mind
She shot me down with her revolver, she got me high
Then the weather man came on the radio, said there'll be sunshine
Then all the colors of the rainbow fell in my mind

I lost my mind long ago
Down that yellow brick road
I lost my mind long ago
Down that yellow brick road

shiny covers catch my attention

 "I loved Clark Kent right away. He was a timid, clumsy, honest, sweet, mild-mannered man. He was, in short, genuine. But every time he ripped open his street clothes and turned into superman, flying away out of a window to  presumably save the human race, I felt a kind of discomfort and distress. I couldn’t quite my finger on the reason why I disliked him so much, especially since he was such an admirable hero in appearance.  But I couldn’t help it. I was put off by the character who is ‘faster than a speeding bullet and more powerful than a locomotive’ and who can ‘change the course of mighty river and bend  iron with his bare hands.’ I didn’t see Clark Kent as a disguise for him, but the other way around. And I strongly resented Lois lane’s affection for Superman, and rejection of Kent.

Then it suddenly hit me one day, much, much later; this world (and women in it) doesn’t need manufactured men of steel. It needs real men.  Real men, yes: with all their clumsiness, timidity, flaws, slips and weak spots.  Real men who don’t have secret identities. Real men who don’t think they can see further than you, hear more accurately than you, run faster than you and worst of all, think better than you."

Superman is an Arab -Joumana Haddad. 2012

Unfortunately even thoughI loved the first 2 to 3 pages I've gotta say the remaining 171 pages were absolute rubbish. Poorly written literotica and forth-right insults at a nation. If you want people to change which I assume was the intention of the writer, maybe insults and aggression and redicule may not be the best way to get them to listen. Unless of course this was aimed at a different audience (non arabs) about arab men. Then I don't see how it could be calling for change. Just my opinion=)