Well, not exactly a slave, but a slave of the Guantánamo system. I'm talking about Shaker Aamer, the former UK resident who is still - still - marooned at the notorious US detention centre in the Caribbean almost exactly 12 years after being taken there during the height of George W Bush's frenzied and law-breaking "war on terror".
One of the books that detainees at Guantánamo Bay are 50 Shades of Grey, the international bestseller from the US writer EL James. Could it be that the US military authorities have decided that James' erotic thriller is actually pornographic (so-called "mummy porn") and therefore unsuitable for the camp's 155 detainees?
In early Septemper this year, the healthcare-battered USA, took a significant step towards better patient-care. The Food and Drug Administration department of US government made it mandatory for health-related devices to be identified by a specific number, which will make its tracking easy with all vital details relating to the devices/implants and their embedding into a patient.
After a lifetime of working in Britain, paying taxes and mandatory National Insurance contributions, many pensioners wish to spend their retirement overseas, often joining family, or returning to their country of origin. On the face of it this is a fair wish for those who have contributed to the economy for so long.
Can we trust Bashar al Assad and his regime, which systematically destroyed the country over nearly three years, with the re-building of Syria? Thanks to Vladimir Putin and Barack Obama, Bashar al Assad is staying on until at least the summer of 2014 under a dubious deal to dismantle and destroy al-Assad's stockpiles of chemicals and gases.
Shezanne Cassim has been living in the United Arab Emirates (UAE) since 2006, having moved there after graduating... In October 2012 he made a 19-minute mockumentary about a fictional martial arts school that teaches people how to throw sandals in a joke about young people in Dubai who call themselves gangsters but are in fact known for behaving well.
On 22 November 1963, in the US, after lunchtime, (my hometown of Chicago is in the same time zone as Dallas) on a school day, we were told that the President had been shot dead. I walked home, crying. It was raining, like something out of a corny movie. People were wailing; standing around stunned; praying out loud